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The morning sun painted the school corridors in a soft golden hue, but inside the classrooms, the atmosphere was anything but ordinary. Half the teachers were absent, leading the school administration to take a rather... creative approach-merging the 10th graders with the 11th graders for the day.

Samiksha nearly choked on her breath when she realized what that meant.

Her class was being merged with Abeer's.

What in the name of karma was this?

As soon as the students settled into their shared classroom, it became evident that no teacher was coming. It was a free period. The girls from Samiksha's class immediately turned into heart-eyed fools, their attention locked onto Abeer and Vidyut like they were rare celestial beings.

"Oh my god, look at Abeer! He's so hot in that white shirt," one girl whispered dramatically.

"I swear! And Vidyut? Uff, that smirk is enough to kill me," another sighed dreamily.

Aarohi, sitting beside Samiksha, let out a groan. "For God's sake, can you guys stop talking gross about my bhaiya? I'm literally dying here."

Ignoring Aarohi's agony, the students decided to play Truth and Dare.

Samiksha was immediately reluctant.

Her entire being screamed no at the idea of sitting in a circle where anything could go wrong. But Aarohi, her personal menace, dragged her in before she could escape.

The bottle spun rapidly and landed on a girl from Samiksha's class. She chose Truth.

The question?

"Name one guy in school you'd want to hook up with."

Without hesitation, she looked straight at Abeer and said his name.

Abeer stiffened, visibly uncomfortable. Samiksha's jaw clenched.

The game continued, and another girl chose Dare.

Her challenge? Flirt with a guy.

Again, the target was Abeer.

She leaned toward him, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "You know, Abeer, I've always thought you have the most beautiful eyes. If I got lost in them, I wouldn't even mind."

Abeer forced a polite smile and looked away, clearly over this entire ordeal.

Then, it was his turn. The bottle pointed at him.

His question?

"What's your type in girls?"

Without hesitation, he listed out a series of qualities, and Samiksha, who wasn't even paying attention at first, suddenly snapped to focus.

Because every single trait he mentioned-was her.

And then, he said, "I like girls who write. Poetry, novels, anything. There's something about a girl who expresses herself through words. It's like knowing her soul without even touching her."

Samiksha's stomach flipped.

She was a writer.

A secret one.

No one knew she was the owner of an Instagram poetry page with over one million followers.No one knew she was a Wattpad sensation.

But he liked girls who wrote.

The game continued, but Abeer's eyes never left hers.

-

The school day ended, and students started leaving. Aarohi was waiting for Abeer so they could head home together, but instead, Vidyut showed up.

"Abeer's staying back for some Head Boy duties," he explained. "Come with me."

Aarohi nodded, but before they left, Vidyut asked, "Where's Samiksha?"

"Oh, she's being punished," Aarohi said casually. "She didn't do her homework, so the teacher made her stay back and decorate the stage for the upcoming event."

Vidyut smirked. "Classic Samiksha."

Meanwhile, in the auditorium, Samiksha was ready to murder someone.

"This school is cursed," she grumbled, aggressively taping decorations to the stage pillars. "Why am I the only one suffering? Why?!"

Her frustration boiled over until she was on the verge of tears. It wasn't just about the punishment-it was about everything.

She worked so hard. She stayed up all night editing her book, finalizing a poetry piece for her social media page. But did anyone care? No. They only saw a girl who "didn't do her homework."

Her eyes burned, and she bit her lip to hold back a sob.

That's when he arrived.

Abeer.

He took one look at her face and frowned. "Are you okay?"

She ignored him.

"Samiksha?" He took a step closer, concern deepening in his features. "You look like you're about to cry."

She tried to keep it in, but the floodgates burst.

"It's just so unfair!" she blurted out between hiccups. "I work so hard, and no one ever acknowledges it! I had to edit my book, publish my poetry, but does anyone care? No! They just humiliate me for not doing some stupid math assignment!"

Abeer blinked. Then, gently, he reached out and caressed her hair.

"You're amazing," he murmured. "If no one else sees it, that's their loss."

And somehow, she smiled.

-

Meanwhile, on the other side of town, Vidyut and Aarohi were breaking their own ice.

Vidyut, for reasons unknown to himself, had invited her for ice cream.

And now, she was sitting across from him, licking her cone, talking animatedly about life.

Vidyut wasn't really listening-because there was a smudge of ice cream on the corner of her lips.

He hesitated before finally saying, "You have-um-"

Instead of explaining, he reached out, wiped it off with his thumb, and licked it off his hand.

Silence.

Thick, tension-filled silence.

Until-

"Aarohi?"

A deep, chilling voice broke through the moment.

Aarohi's face lost all color.

Vidyut turned to see a guy approaching them, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Long time no see, baby," the guy sneered.

Aarohi was frozen.

Before anything could happen, Vidyut stepped in front of her protectively.

"Who the hell are you?"

The guy raised an eyebrow. "And who the hell are you?"

Without missing a beat, Aarohi grabbed Vidyut's arm and blurted out-

"He's my boyfriend."

Vidyut stiffened. What.

The guy scoffed but backed off. As soon as he was gone, Vidyut turned to her.

"Explain."

Aarohi swallowed. "He's my relative. And he-he tried to touch me without my consent once."

Vidyut's jaw clenched. His entire body burned with rage.

"You should've told me sooner," he said quietly.

-

At the office, Avya and Ekansh were becoming inseparable.

Lunches together. Random conversations. Flirting.

One afternoon, Ekansh called her into his cabin. His tone was professional-until Avya leaned in a little too close, her voice teasing.

"Are you always this serious, Mr. Ekansh?"

His jaw tensed. "Avya..."

She smirked, testing his patience.

Then, in a swift motion, he grabbed her waist, lifted her onto his desk, and stood between her legs.

Her breath hitched.

He met her gaze. "Do you want this?"

She nodded.

And so, he kissed her.

Gentle at first. Then deeper. More intense.

He pulled away. Then, with a smirk,he kissed her again.

And this time, neither of them stopped.

The night was quiet, the only sound in the room being the soft scratching of Samiksha's pen against paper. She sat cross-legged on her bed, her diary propped against her knees as she poured her heart into the letter. The dim glow of her bedside lamp cast long shadows across the room, wrapping her in a cocoon of warmth.

_"Dear Abeer,

I wonder if you know what you do to me. If you even realize how much space you occupy in my thoughts. I tell myself it's nothing. That it's just admiration, just a fleeting crush. But then I see you, and everything inside me betrays that logic.

Today, when you sang... I swear, my heart forgot how to beat. Your voice has this way of reaching places inside me I didn't even know existed. It's frustrating, honestly, how you can make me feel so much without even trying.

And your eyes. I don't think I've ever seen something more distracting. It's infuriating. I hate how much I love looking at them. How they hold stories I wish I knew. How they make the world blur into the background whenever they land on me, even if only for a second.

You probably have no idea, do you? That I wait for even the smallest acknowledgment from you. That I would have given anything for you to just casually say, 'You look nice today, Samiksha.' But you didn't. And I still wrote about you in my poetry.

I wish I could tell you all this. But for now, I'll just write. I'll just keep feeling. And I'll just keep dreaming."_

Yours ( Even if you don't care.)

Samiksha.

She sighed as she re-read the words, a soft smile playing on her lips. It was almost poetic how much she felt for him, yet she didn't have the courage to say it out loud.

At the bottom of the letter, she added a small poetic note:

"He sings, unaware of the spell he casts,

My name lingers in the air, never spoken, never asked.

His hands dance on the strings, setting my heart on fire,

And I sit in silence, drowning in desire."

Just as she was about to fold the letter, the door swung open, and Avya walked in, practically glowing with happiness.

Samiksha arched a brow. "Okay, what's going on? Why do you look like you just won the lottery?"

Avya's eyes widened, and she quickly averted her gaze, her fingers fiddling with the hem of her hoodie. "What? Nothing. Absolutely nothing."

Samiksha narrowed her eyes. "That is the most suspicious 'nothing' I've ever heard."

Avya let out an awkward chuckle, looking anywhere but at her sister. She couldn't possibly confess that she had kissed Ekansh, not when she herself was still trying to process it.

To avoid further interrogation, Avya quickly changed the topic. "So, what were you writing?"

Samiksha hesitated before tucking the letter under her pillow. "Just... something random."

Avya gave her a knowing smirk but didn't push. Instead, they fell into their usual banter about school, laughing as they roasted the "most useless institution ever."

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Across town, Abeer stood by his window, staring at the empty streets below. His hands rested on the sill, his fingers absentmindedly tapping against the cool surface.

Something was bothering him.

More precisely-someone.

Samiksha.

Her name was a constant echo in his mind, weaving itself into his thoughts at the most random moments. It was irritating, this inability to stop thinking about her. Was this normal? Or was it something more?

He sighed, raking a hand through his hair before turning to his mother, who was seated on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

"Maa," he started hesitantly. "What do you do when you're confused about something?"

His mother looked up, amusement flickering in her eyes. "Something or someone?"

He stiffened. "Just... in general."

She smiled knowingly. "Close your eyes, beta. Take a deep breath. The first thing that comes to your mind-that's your answer."

Abeer stared at her for a moment before nodding. Once she left the room, he grabbed his guitar and did exactly as she said.

He closed his eyes.

And the first thing-no, the first person-who came to mind was Samiksha.

Her smile. Her voice. The way she tilted her head when she was deep in thought. The way she absentmindedly played with her bracelet when she was nervous.

His fingers instinctively found the chords, and before he knew it, a melody filled the room. It was soft, heartfelt, unfiltered. And in every lyric, in every note, there was only her.

As the last chord rang through the silence, he let out a shaky breath.

He had his answer.

He liked her.

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The next day, Samiksha and Aarohi sat in class, passionately complaining about school.

"I swear, this place is a prison," Samiksha groaned.

Aarohi nodded dramatically. "If hell had a franchise, our school would be its most successful branch."

Their dramatic conversation was interrupted when a student entered, asking if anyone wanted to participate in the Teacher's Day celebration. Aarohi dragged Samiksha to sign up, ignoring her protests.

When the teacher asked what they wanted to do, Samiksha hesitated. "Skit," she finally said. She had wanted to say singing, but her nerves held her back. Aarohi, on the other hand, confidently chose dance.

As they sat in the auditorium, Samiksha found herself stealing glances at Abeer. Her thoughts turned poetic without her permission, and she scribbled down a few lines about him on a small note.

She was about to put it in her bag when the teacher called her. She left in a hurry, completely forgetting about the note on her seat.

Meanwhile, Aarohi turned to Abeer. "Can you grab my water bottle from my bag? It's beside Samiksha's."

Abeer nodded, walking over. But as he picked up the bottle, his gaze landed on a folded piece of paper.

Curious, he picked it up. And what he read made his breath hitch.

It was about him.

His heart pounded as he scanned the words, realization dawning upon him.

She had written this for him. But she hadn't given it to him.

A slow smile spread across his face as he discreetly slipped the note into his pocket.

When Samiksha returned and found it missing, she frowned but brushed it off.

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Later, the teacher announced that Abeer needed a duet partner. No one seemed like the right fit, until Aarohi blurted, "Samiksha sings really well. She should try."

Before she could refuse, the teacher encouraged her.

With a deep breath, she started singing.

Abeer froze.

Her voice was addictive, mesmerizing. She was messing with him.

The teacher instantly approved, finalizing their duet. In the background, Adhya seethed with jealousy.

Days passed, filled with rehearsals. The chemistry between Abeer and Samiksha was undeniable. Meanwhile, Aarohi and Vidyut's dance performance was equally intense, their movements filled with unspoken tension.

One day, after practice, someone urged Samiksha to sing a song just for fun.

She smirked before looking straight at Abeer and singing "Apna Bana Le."

Abeer turned red.

But then he did something unexpected.

Taking the guitar from her, he strummed a few chords before locking eyes with her and singing "Ishq Wala Love."

Samiksha was a mess of redness.

Aarohi gaped in shock.

Vidyut was confused but let it go.

And in that moment, under the soft glow of the auditorium lights, the unspoken feelings between Abeer and Samiksha were no longer unspoken.

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