"Who touched my hair?" I shouted annoyingly while we all were standing in line for daily school prayer. I Blast when someone touches me on my head or my hair. I really hate it. When I turned back to see the courageous person who touched my hair, I got stunned. There stood the prettiest girl in the school (at least for me) who was guilty for touching my hair. I blushed. She didn't expect this kind of behavior from me. To put out the fire I said foolishly "Oh Latika, it's you! I thought ankit did that. You can do it, if you like..." I shied.

What could a boy, in 4thstandard, know about heavy words like "Love", "Relationship", and "Heart" etc? So was I. I just liked Latika for her innocent face, her hair band, her lovely voice while calling my name, her schoolbag, the way she used to touch my hair while standing behind me for morning school prayers, her pencils, and everything about her was deserved to be liked. 

"What are you doing? Stand still" my class teacher, Miss smita, shouted, watching me flirting. I hated Miss smita for that. After the 5 minute long prayer I looked at Latika to confirm that she is not sad because of me.

My gang used to sit on the front two benches in the class, My gang means I, latika, roshni, ankit, swadeshi and afroz. We were the smartest in the class because everyone in our group was good enough in each subject of our syllabus. Ankit had the math's copy written "very good" on each and every page by the teacher, I was the finest artist in class, Latika was excellent in English and everyone had got specialization in their certain subject in my gang. When we entered in the class after the prayers the class teacher, Miss smita entered. She was a newly married lady with an orthodox mind. She liked my gang except me. She used to teach us math and for that reason ankit was her favorite. Ankit, who was my best friend, was my competitor.

"Who can solve this question?" Miss Smita asked writing a question on the blackboard.No one but I and ankit raised our hands. "You, ankit!" she said. Ankit and I were equally smart in math (like 19-20) but smita madam always picked ankit over me for easier questions. While ankit was amazing the class with his smartness and accuracy I said to Latika, "do you understand him or should I explain this question to you", she replied "Don't talk to me, you shouted over me", "No, I really didn't mean to shout at you. I thought it was ankit who touched my hair to annoy me but I really like you touching..."

"Shivang! I have warned you before. Don't chatter in my class!"

"You think you are smart, eh? Then solve this question" madam smita shouted writing another very difficult question on the board, even ankit didn't knew the solution. I couldn't solve the question and that's how the devil managed to tear me apart from latika. "You will now sit on this seat near me."  Miss Smita punished me. This was the seat everyone feared to sit because it was beside the teacher's chair. I had to sit alone for seven days with the devil watching the whole class in a view. And the worst part of it was I couldn't talk to latika for those seven days. We met only in prayers where we were not allowed to chatter. The devil was so concerned about me that she took me with her in teacher's room even in recess.

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This story is my new try after my previous story future wife. Please notify me about my mistakes and give me good points(if u think it deserve) . Thanks for reading and commenting. http://www.protagonize.com/story/the-future-wife>

updated Feb 1 by Shivang