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The morning at the Maheshwari house was nothing short of a festival, as always. Samiksha rushed down the stairs, tying her second ponytail while stuffing a toast in her mouth.

Avya rolled her eyes, sipping her coffee. This girl and her never-ending morning chaos.

"Hurry up, Gungun! You’ll be late again, and don’t come crying to me if Ma scolds you," Vidyut said, casually adjusting his watch.

"Ugh, Bhai! At least pretend to be a little nice in the morning," Samiksha huffed, shoving her books into her bag.

"And at least pretend to be a little punctual," he smirked before grabbing his car keys.

Meanwhile, Avya watched the two siblings, shaking her head.

"You guys argue like kids," she muttered, before shifting her attention to her phone. She had a long day ahead at work.

At St. Peter’s High, the first lecture was dragging on like a never-ending soap opera. The literature teacher, Ms. Sharma, had a habit of particularly targeting Aarohi and Samiksha.

“Samiksha, Aarohi, would you like to share your gossip session with the rest of the class?” Ms. Sharma’s sharp voice cut through the air.

The class went silent. Samiksha winced while Aarohi shamelessly smiled.

"Ma'am, we were discussing Macbeth, just not in a… uh… conventional way," Aarohi tried to sound convincing.

Ms. Sharma raised an eyebrow. “Really? Then tell me, what was Lady Macbeth’s main flaw?”

Aarohi leaned to Samiksha and whispered, "Her husband?"

Samiksha choked on her laugh, earning another glare from Ms. Sharma.

“Both of you, detention after school,” Ms. Sharma declared before continuing the lecture.

“Ughhh,” Samiksha groaned. “Why does she always target us?”

“Because we’re too fabulous for her boring existence,” Aarohi smirked, flipping her hair dramatically.

The school auditorium was buzzing with excitement for the Head Boy and Head Girl announcement.

"And this year's Head Boy is…"

The crowd held its breath as the principal read the name.

"Abeer Rajvansh."

The students cheered, some girls even squealing in excitement. Abeer walked up to the stage with his usual calm, serious demeanor, nodding in acknowledgment.

"And the Head Girl is… Adhya Kapoor."

Samiksha’s smile faltered instantly.

Oh hell no.

Adhya, the queen of fakery, walked up with a bright, pretentious smile, flipping her hair in an exaggerated way. She immediately walked up to Abeer, standing too close.

Samiksha clenched her fists.

Adhya linked her arm with Abeer’s. "Looks like we’ll be spending a lot of time together, Abeer," she said, her voice dripping with fake sweetness.

Abeer subtly stepped aside, putting some space between them, but Adhya wasn’t someone to take hints.

Aarohi whispered to Samiksha, “Should we just ‘accidentally’ spill coffee on her?”

“I’d love to, but let’s not get expelled… yet.”

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The school canteen was packed with students, but Aarohi’s attention was fixed on Vidyut.

A girl—probably from the junior class—had approached Vidyut and was shamelessly flirting. And worst of all? He was flirting back.

Aarohi scowled.

Vidyut smirked at something the girl said, and Aarohi immediately turned to Samiksha.

“Samiksha, do you think our school should introduce a new rule where stupid girls should not be allowed to talk to certain boys?” she asked dramatically.

Samiksha, stuffing her mouth with fries, nodded absentmindedly. “Mhm, totally.”

Vidyut, overhearing, turned to Aarohi. “Aww, why? Are you jealous, Aarohi?”

Aarohi scoffed, flipping her hair. “Please, Vidyut. If I had to be jealous, it would be over something worth it.”

Vidyut chuckled, leaning forward slightly. "Sure, sure. Keep lying to yourself, Princess."

Aarohi felt her heart skip for a second but immediately brushed it off. Ugh, annoying idiot.

During the games period, Samiksha sat on the bleachers with her friends, pretending to focus on her notes. But in reality? Her eyes were stuck on the football field.

There he was.

Abeer Rajvansh.

Looking effortlessly hot in his jersey, sweat glistening on his forehead, focus sharp as he played.

Her heart did that annoying thump-thump thing again.

"He’s literally glowing," she muttered to herself.

Aarohi smirked. "You mean sweating."

"Same thing," Samiksha sighed dreamily.

Abeer scored a goal, and the whole field erupted into cheers. He high-fived his teammates, his rare genuine smile flashing for a brief moment.

And Samiksha? She was absolutely, hopelessly doomed.

Meanwhile, in the corporate world, things weren’t as fun.

Avya had been in a meeting when one of the clients—an arrogant, sleazy businessman—tried to touch her arm deliberately.

Before she could even react, a strong hand grabbed the client’s wrist.

It was Ekansh Rajvansh.

His grip was firm, his jaw clenched, and his eyes burned with fury.

“Do that again,” Ekansh’s voice was dangerously calm, “and I promise you, I won’t be this civil.”

The room went silent.

The client stammered, pulling his hand away. “It was just—”

Ekansh cut him off. “I don’t care. Get out.”

The client left in a hurry.

Avya stared at Ekansh, something unspoken passing between them.

“You okay?” he asked, his voice softer now.

She nodded slowly. “Yeah.”

But her heart? It was pounding. And she wasn’t sure if it was because of what happened, or because of him.

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Scene 6: The Late-Night Conversation at Maheshwari Mansion

That night, in the Maheshwari mansion, Avya casually leaned against Samiksha’s door.

“You’ve been weird lately,” Avya said.

Samiksha blinked. “Huh?”

Avya folded her arms. “You know exactly what I’m talking about. Abeer Rajvansh.”

Samiksha’s face turned red in seconds. “W-what about him?”

Avya smirked. “You don’t just respect him, Gunnu. You—”

Samiksha cut her off. “Shut up.”

Avya chuckled. “Fine, fine. But mark my words, this is just the beginning.”

And for some reason, that thought terrified and excited Samiksha at the same time.

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The school hallway buzzed with students scrambling to get to their classes.

Aarohi, however, stood frozen near her locker, her eyes wide with panic. “Samiksha, I am dead. I forgot to do the chemistry homework. Mr. Khanna is going to turn me into ashes today.”

Samiksha sighed, flipping through her notebook. “Here, take mine.”

Aarohi blinked in disbelief. “What?”

Samiksha shrugged. “Just copy my handwriting a little.”

Aarohi’s mouth fell open. “But what will you do?”

Samiksha gave her a mischievous smirk. “I’ll tell him I didn’t do it and stand outside the classroom.”

Aarohi gasped. “What? Are you insane? He’ll make you stand outside for the entire period!”

“Exactly.”

“Why would you do that?”

Samiksha bit her lip, suppressing a smile. “So I can peek into the senior classroom.”

Aarohi’s eyes widened before realization hit her. “You’re unbelievable, Samiksha.”

When the period started, the inevitable happened.

“Samiksha Maheshwari,” Mr. Khanna’s sharp voice cut through the room, “you didn’t do your homework?”

Samiksha shook her head, looking down.

“Stand outside the class.”

Samiksha sighed dramatically (for effect) and walked out.

But in reality? She was thrilled.

Leaning against the wall, she took a tiny peek inside Abeer’s classroom. There he was—sitting with his usual composed posture, pen tapping against the desk, lost in thought.

A small, giddy smile formed on her lips.

But her bliss was short-lived because soon after, the principal was standing in front of her.

“Samiksha Maheshwari, what exactly are you doing outside?”

Uh-oh.

The next ten minutes were a blur of scolding, lectures about discipline, and a stern warning.

By the time she was dismissed, her shoulders drooped in exhaustion.

But deep inside?

It was totally worth it.

After school, Samiksha left for the library, while Abeer had practice.

Outside, Vidyut walked up to Aarohi, casually adjusting his bag strap.

“Where’s Samiksha?”

Aarohi raised a brow. “Why do you want to know?”

Vidyut rolled his eyes. “Relax, I was just asking.”

Before Aarohi could retort, a guy approached her—one of the seniors.

“Hey, Aarohi,” he smirked, stepping closer. “Want to grab a coffee with me?”

Aarohi took a step back, feeling slightly uncomfortable. “Uh… no, thanks.”

The guy ignored her rejection and reached for her wrist, but before he could, Vidyut stepped between them.

His voice was dangerously low. “She said no.”

The guy scoffed. “And who are you?”

Vidyut smirked, crossing his arms. “Her bodyguard, apparently.”

The guy huffed and walked away, muttering curses.

Aarohi blinked in surprise. “You… you saved me?”

Vidyut smirked. “Well, duh. You think I’d let some random creep bother you?”

She stared at him for a second before softly saying, “Thanks, Vidyut.”

For once, he didn’t have a cocky reply.

Instead, he just nodded. “Anytime, Princess.”

Ekansh’s office was tense.

He had lost an important deal, and it had put him in a dangerous mood.

His employees were terrified—no one dared to even breathe wrong in his presence.

Avya stood outside his cabin, listening to his sharp orders and irritated sighs.

“Ma’am,” one of the employees whispered, “don’t go in. He’s in a horrible mood.”

But Avya’s concern overpowered her fear.

Ignoring the warnings, she slowly pushed the door open.

Ekansh sat at his desk, his hands clenched into fists, his jaw tight with frustration.

He looked up, and for a second, his expression softened.

“Come here,” he said.

Avya hesitated before stepping closer.

Then, to her utter shock, he pulled her into a tight hug—his arms wrapping around her waist, his head resting against her stomach.

Her breath hitched.

“I lost the deal,” he murmured, his voice laced with helplessness. “I failed.”

She could feel his pain.

Slowly, she ran her fingers through his hair, soothingly. “It’s okay, Ekansh… it happens.”

His grip tightened around her. “But I don’t lose. I can’t lose.”

“You’re human,” she whispered. “And humans make mistakes. You’ll fix it.”

For the first time in forever, Ekansh let his guard down completely.

And something shifted between them.

Something neither of them could ignore anymore.

That night, Aarohi and Abeer sat in the Rajvansh living room, watching TV.

Halfway through, Aarohi turned to Abeer. “What do you think about Samiksha?”

Abeer, who had been casually sipping his coffee, paused. “What do you mean?”

“You know… as a person.”

Abeer shrugged. “She’s nothing but my best friend’s sister and my sister’s best friend.”

Aarohi raised an eyebrow. “Just that?”

Abeer’s grip on his coffee mug tightened slightly.

Truth was… he didn’t know what he felt.

There was something about Samiksha—something that made his heart react in a way he didn’t understand. A pull, a softness he had never acknowledged before.

Before Aarohi could press further, Ekansh entered the room.

And to everyone’s surprise—he was grinning.

Abeer narrowed his eyes. “Bhai, didn’t you just lose a deal? Why do you look like you won a lottery?”

Ekansh smirked. “Because… I found something else. A piece that completes my heart’s puzzle.”

Aarohi immediately raised a suspicious eyebrow.

Ekansh coughed, realizing what he had just said. “Uh—nothing. Just… I thought I’d give you guys a treat tomorrow. Call your best friends.”

Aarohi smirked. “And… their sisters, too?”

Ekansh cleared his throat. “I-I mean… if she’s free…”

Aarohi exchanged a knowing look with Abeer.

“Something is definitely cooking between Ekansh Bhai and Avya Didi,” she whispered.

Abeer didn’t comment, but deep down, he couldn’t deny—something was definitely changing.

And maybe, just maybe, he wasn’t as unaffected by Samiksha Maheshwari as he pretended to be.

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