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  Part- 343:

  James wasn’t just a judo pyer; he henomenon**. Every move he made o was a symphony, every step a dance. Whehrepo over his shoulder, it wasn’t just a throw—it was *art*. Toya could practically hear violins pying in the background every time he pinned someone. And that expression he wore—calm, focused, and just a little bit smug? It was *lethal*.

  Iy, that’s what Toya is trying to vey—that she’s been thinking about him that way, to advertise their (fake)retionship. She wants others to know that James is always on her mind.

  Mili uood Toya’s motives and smiled in the most devious ossible. She pns to stoke the fmes and make Toya feel embarrassed.

  Emdad, clueless as ever, leaned ba his seat, missing all the subtext. “I bet I could take him,” he said casually, as if challenging James was something normal people did.

  Both girls shot him a look so sharp it could’ve cut gss.

  “Take *who*?” Mili’s voice was dry, ced with disbelief.

  "James," Emdad said, oblivious to the danger he’d just invited into his life. "I mean, he’s good, but it’s just judht?"

  Toya turned her head slowly, like a predator log eyes on prey. Her voice, low and dangerous, sent chills down Emdad’s spine. “*Just judo?*”

  Mili pihe bridge of her nose, muttering under her breath. "He’s gonna die."

  Toya leaned closer to Emdad, her voice as smooth as silk but sharp as a bde. “Let me expin something to you, Emdad. James isn’t just ‘good.’ He’s... he’s *majestic*. Watg him fight is like witnessing a storm—beautiful, powerful, unstoppable."

  Mili couldn’t help herself—she burst out ughing. "Majestic? Seriously, Toya?"

  Toya ignored her, fully itted to her monologue. "Every time he steps o, it’s like the world shifts. Gravity bends around him. And when he wins, it’s not just a victory. It’s a *statement.*"

  Emdad blirying to his head around the iy radiating from Toya. "Uh… I think you might need a break."

  "Break? No," Toya said, eyes gleaming with unfiltered admiration. "I need *more James.*"

  Mili groaned, shaking her head in disbelief. "You’ve lost it, girl."

  Toya wouldn’t say that under normal circumstances. She said it because she wao vince everyohat she and James are in a retionship.

  The match was about to begin, and James stepped onto the mat with the kind of fidehat made hearts rad jaws drop. His uniform ristine, and his bck belt tied perfectly—simple but undeniably anding.

  Toya clutched Mili’s arm, her voice dropping to a whisper. “Look at him, Mili. Just... *look at him.*”

  Mili g James, unimpressed. "Yeah, yeah. He’s tall. Big deal."

  But Toya was having none of it. "Not just tall. *Heroic.*"

  As the referee sighe start of the match, James moved with fluid precision—graceful but deadly. In a matter of seds, he executed a fwless throw, pinning his oppoo the ground with ease. The crowd roared, but Toya barely heard them. She was too busy repying the moment in her head, framing it iaphorical slow-motion.

  “He’s poetry in motion,” Toya whispered dreamily, g her hands together like some lovesick Victorian heroine.

  Emdad couldn’t take it anymore. "Okay, this is getting weird."

  Mili gave him a sly grin. "Wele to Toya's world. Popution: James."