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  Part- 344:

  Now, What happened with Mili? It seemed like she was trying to decre that Toya and James were in a retionship too? She just wao add to the illusion of their fake retionship. She is sure it will make Toya unfortable.

  The match cluded with James’s hand raised high in victory, his expression posed and self-assured, as if he had known all along that this win was iable. He swept his gaze across the stands, and for a heart-stopping moment, Toya felt ariion, as if he were looking directly at her. In that instant, everything she had beeending fell away; the pyful act she had maintained suddenly felt fragile and unving. A rush of emotions surged through her, catg her off guard. Despite her earlier bravado and the teasing facade she had put on, this moment pierced through her defenses, awakening a deeper truth she had tried to ig was as if the world around them faded, leaving only the weight of his gaze and the undeniable reality of her feelings.

  However, she agaiuro normal self and gasped, grabbing Mili’s arm with the strength of a bear trap. “Did you see that?! He *looked* at me!”

  Mili groaned dramatically. "He was looking at the *crowd,* not just you, psycho."

  This time even Mili felt jealous of that situation, becuase she also think that James looked at Toya.

  Toya wasn’t listening. She was too busy pnning her words that will make other more suspicious.

  Meanwhile, Emdad leaned ba his seat, utterly defeated. “Yeah... I definitely picked the wrong sport.”

  As James walked off the mat, wiping the sweat off his brow with a nont flick of his hand, a ripple of excitement spread through the girls seated nearby. They whispered in hushed tones, giggling behind cupped hands.

  “Did you see that pin? So smooth—like something out of a movie!” one girl gushed. “And that smile after the match? *Ugh*, I think I fot how to breathe,” another chimed in dramatically. “Fet breathing—I need CPR!” a third one squealed, clutg her chest.

  A small group huddled closer, their admiration turning into full-blown fangirling. “James is, like, the total package. Tall, athletic, *and* good-looking.” “Right?! And that belt? *Swoon*. He could literally throw me, and I’d say thank you.”

  Toya’s jaw tightened as she overheard their chatter. *He could throw you, huh? Not if I throw you first.* She ched her fists, her eye twitg slightly, but she kept her posure—barely.

  Meanwhile, Mili sat perfectly still, but her mind was anything but. *Why are they ag like he’s some K-drama lead? I’ve known James for years! Where were these girls when he was struggling with calculus?* Her left eyebrow twitched, a sure sign she was *this* close to snapping.

  When one girl whispered, “Do you think he has a girlfriend?” and another replied, “I heard rumors about Mili and him, but I *hope* it’s not true,” Toya and Mili exged brief ghe kind of ghat could set fire to aire building.*

  *Jealous?* No, no. *Territorial?* Absolutely.

  Emdad leaned ba his seat, arms folded, watg the slow escation of fangirl mania around James with a bemused expression. He had expected excitement for the match—but this? This was turning into something he could only describe as a chaotiantic battlefield.