The Flame Must Burn by Beena Khan
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EnglishVoice Age
Young Adult (18-35)Accents
North American (General) North American (US General American - GenAM)Transcript
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she was baffled by the words. She couldn't help but warm up at the letter. She had never received a letter like this from a guy before. She had noticed riders interest yesterday, but she had tried to ignore him. This is a love letter. Feelings of anxiety ran through her body. What does this mean? She still stared at the letter until she realized Rider was in the classroom. He was across the room from her and politely waved his fingers in. Hello. He gave her a small smile and his eyes twinkled with mischief. She turned her face away so he couldn't see the smile that formed on her lips. The letter was an adorable gesture, and she felt giddy. She peered over her shoulder again, and he was staring at her. Dazed. She rolled her eyes at him and tried to avoid his gaze. Whenever she turned to look in his direction, he gave her a small, slow smile that tugged on his lips every time. Uh, what am I going to do? She was unable to focus on class. Now, because of the letter, she narrowed her eyes at him. She wanted to be furious at him for distracting her from her thoughts. She shook her head at him and tried to focus on class. Rider came the next day in class and found a paper folded on his desk. He was confused and wondered who left it. He opened it cautiously. And Red Rider. That was a decent attempt at floating. I do wish you would stop gazing at me through class. I don't want the evil eye on me. Here is a poem for you. My life is black and white. Could you be the color in my life? I want to find the wandering feet that will walk with me in the world as my equal. Not my ruler, Sarah Mazar Danny. His gaze instantly went to Saira, who scowled at him across the room. He playfully winked at her, and she looked away from him blushing. He liked how her cheeks turned pink when she was shy or embarrassed. It was nice to know he had an effect on her. At the end of class, he slowly approached her, but she hadn't seen him yet. She stood up from her seat and turned around quickly and bumped into his chest. Her hand shot out to touch it. Hi, blue eyes, he said casually. He liked that nickname. She appeared at him, and he smiled at her. You're so irritating, she huffed out. I read your letter, he said, ignoring her job. That's all you're getting, she said, gathering her things. Long distance relationship, he joked. She frozen, turned to look at him. She shook her head and said, You have no one else to talk to. She shot at him. Why do you try to do this tough girl act? He teased her. Do you think you know me? She huffed at him. His eyes twinkled at her. I can see you right through you. Then he studied her. I know inside your someone who fan girls over books, you try to hide behind your books. You have this wall up for some reason, I can tell. It's not you. She looked baffled at his words. You don't want anyone to notice you, but I do blue eyes. I see you