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The night was young, the moon hung lazily in the sky, and Samiksha lay sprawled on her bed, her diary open in front of her. Aarohi was on a video call, ranting about everything and anything, and Samiksha was more than happy to chime in.

"Tell me why do we even go to that stupid school?" Aarohi groaned, rolling her eyes dramatically. "The teachers don’t teach, the students don’t study, and the only real activity happening there is people falling in love like it’s some K-drama."

Samiksha laughed, flipping through the pages of her diary. "I swear, it's like an Ekta Kapoor serial, only with bad cafeteria food and worse decisions."

"Speaking of which," Aarohi smirked, sitting up. "What are you wearing for tomorrow? You know, since they finally allowed traditional outfits."

A glint of excitement flashed in Samiksha’s eyes as she pulled out a delicate saree. "This."

Aarohi's jaw dropped. "Wait, wait, wait. Hold up. A saree?! Samiksha Sharma, is this for the teachers… or for a certain head boy?"

Samiksha pretended to be offended. "Excuse me, ma'am. I have always loved sarees."

"Uh-huh," Aarohi smirked knowingly. "And the fact that Abeer will be there has nothing to do with it?"

Samiksha hesitated for a second before shrugging. "Maybe just a little." She flopped back onto her bed. "Anyway, what about you? What are you wearing?"

"A simple Anarkali," Aarohi said, brushing off the topic.

Samiksha narrowed her eyes. "Something is up with you. I can tell. Is there someone you're dressing up for?"

Aarohi instantly stiffened. "What? No! No way!"

Samiksha raised an eyebrow. "Aarohi."

"I swear!" Aarohi waved her hands dramatically, but the slight pink hue on her cheeks betrayed her.

Samiksha studied her for a moment before smirking. "Fine. I'll let it slide for now."

Aarohi breathed a sigh of relief, changing the topic. "Anyway, what are you doing?"

Samiksha twirled her pen between her fingers, looking at the blank page in her diary. "Writing."

Aarohi gasped. "A love letter?"

"Shut up," Samiksha muttered, but a small smile played on her lips.

"Are you actually going to give it to him?" Aarohi asked, peering at the page.

Samiksha hesitated before shaking her head. "No. I just... I just like writing them."

Aarohi sighed dramatically. "You're such a hopeless romantic."

Samiksha only smiled, dipping her pen into ink and beginning to write.

Dear Abeer,

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the courage to give this to you, but here I am, writing anyway. Maybe it’s silly, but I like talking to you like this, even if you’ll never read it.

Tomorrow, I get to sing with you. Just the thought makes me nervous. I wonder if my voice will crack. I wonder if I'll mess up. But mostly, I wonder if you’ll notice me the way I notice you.

You—who makes everything seem effortless.

You—who sings like music runs in his veins.

You—who looks at me sometimes like I matter.

I don’t know if it’s all in my head. Maybe it is. Maybe I’m just another girl in your story. But for me, you are the story.

I hope tomorrow, for just one moment, you hear my voice and think it’s beautiful.

Yours (but not really),

Samiksha

Abeer was standing in front of his wardrobe, pulling out kurta after kurta, tossing them onto his bed.

"Bro, what are you doing?" Ekansh groaned from the side, watching the chaos unfold.

"Trying to find something nice to wear," Abeer muttered, running a hand through his hair.

"For the teachers… or for a certain someone?" Aarohi teased, lying on his couch.

Abeer shot her a glare. "Shut up."

Ekansh smirked. "Oh, he’s doomed."

Aarohi sat up. "Why are you even nervous? It’s Samiksha. She already likes you."

Abeer hesitated. "Does she?"

Aarohi and Ekansh exchanged glances before rolling their eyes in unison.

"Abeer, my dear, clueless brother," Aarohi said, patting his shoulder. "If she stares at you any harder, she'll set you on fire."

Ekansh nodded. "And if you stare at her any harder, we’ll have to call the fire department."

Abeer groaned, flopping onto his bed. "I don’t even know what this is."

Aarohi sighed, sitting beside him. "Do you like her?"

Abeer opened his mouth but stopped. Did he?

Images of Samiksha flooded his mind—her laugh, the way she scribbled in her notebook, the way she looked at him when she thought he wasn’t looking.

His heart answered before his mind could.

"Yeah," he whispered. "I think I do."

Aarohi grinned. "Then wear this." She tossed him a white kurta.

Ekansh smirked. "He’s going to look hot."

Abeer rolled his eyes but took the kurta anyway.

Abeer was already at school, overseeing the last-minute preparations. Dressed in a crisp white kurta, he looked effortlessly charming, but his mind was elsewhere.

He kept looking at the entrance, waiting.

And then, she arrived.

Samiksha walked in, draped in a soft-colored saree, looking nothing short of breathtaking. Her hair cascaded down in waves, her bangles jingled with every step, and Abeer forgot how to breathe.

She caught his gaze, her lips parting slightly as she took him in—white kurta, rolled-up sleeves, effortlessly handsome.

Their eyes met, and for a second, the world ceased to exist.

Abeer wanted to say something, to tell her how beautiful she looked, but his nerves betrayed him.

So instead, he turned to Aarohi.

"You look beautiful today, Aarohi," he said smoothly, locking eyes with Samiksha.

Samiksha blinked, caught off guard, but then—

"You’re looking cocaine, Aarohi," she said, staring directly at Abeer.

Aarohi blinked. "Samiksha… cocaine is a term for hot boys—" She stopped mid-sentence, realization dawning upon her.

Abeer smirked. Samiksha turned red. Aarohi gaped.

And Ekansh who came to drop Aarohi at school, watching from the side, muttered, "Damn, that was smooth."

The school auditorium buzzed with excitement. Students, teachers, and staff filled the space, waiting for the performances to begin. The stage was decorated with fairy lights, and a soft golden glow illuminated the setup. The air was thick with anticipation.

Abeer adjusted his microphone, clearing his throat. He turned slightly and found Samiksha standing next to him, her eyes gleaming with nervous excitement.

“You ready?” he whispered.

Samiksha let out a small laugh. “I think so. You?”

Abeer smirked. “Always.”

He leaned in ever so slightly, his lips just a breath away from her ear. “This song is, of course, for our wonderful teachers.” His voice was smooth, but then he lowered it just enough for only her to hear, his breath sending a shiver down her spine. “And for one particularly gorgeous student.”

Her heart skipped a beat.

Before she could respond, the music started.

Abeer began singing. His voice, deep and rich, filled the auditorium. It was effortless, mesmerizing. The melody wrapped around her, pulling her in.

Samiksha followed, her voice soft yet powerful. Their harmony blended perfectly, as if their souls recognized each other through the music.

Abeer’s eyes never left hers.

Each lyric felt like a confession. Each note carried the weight of unspoken words.

She could feel the way he looked at her—the intensity, the quiet admiration, the undeniable attraction.

And she let herself look at him the same way.

For a moment, it wasn’t about the performance.

It was about them.

The auditorium faded away. The crowd disappeared.

It was just Samiksha and Abeer, singing for each other.

By the time the last note fell, there was a moment of silence before the entire auditorium erupted into applause.

But Abeer didn’t hear it.

Because the only sound that mattered was the quickened beat of his heart when Samiksha smiled at him like that.

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Meanwhile, on another part of the stage, Aarohi and Vidyut stood together. The slow melody began, filling the space between them.

Vidyut took a deep breath. He had danced before, but never like this.

Never with her.

Aarohi moved first, stepping closer. Vidyut’s hands found her waist as naturally as if they belonged there.

They swayed, eyes locked, every movement synchronized like it was meant to be.

Aarohi felt warm under his gaze. The way his fingers pressed lightly against her waist, the way he twirled her effortlessly—it was intoxicating.

Vidyut, on the other hand, was drowning.

In the way her chubby cheeks dimpled when she smiled.

In the way her hair brushed against his face when she twirled.

In the way she felt perfect in his arms.

He was in love.

And it was terrifying.

Because she didn’t know.

Because she was his best friend’s sister.

Because if he confessed and she didn’t feel the same, he would lose her forever.

But for now, he let himself get lost in the moment.

For now, she was in his arms.

And that was enough.

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Later that night, under the warm glow of streetlights, Ekansh and Avya sat on the roadside, sipping chai from clay cups.

“I still don’t understand why you avoided me,” Ekansh said, staring at her. “Was I that annoying?”

Avya sighed, swirling her chai. “You weren’t annoying... I just—” She hesitated. “I got scared.”

Ekansh frowned. “Of what?”

“Of… this.” She gestured between them. “Of what we are. Of what we could be.”

A silence stretched between them.

Ekansh took a deep breath. “Listen, I don’t want to force anything on you. But I need to know—do you want this?”

Avya hesitated.

Then, softly, she nodded.

Ekansh smiled. “Then let’s take it slow. No pressure. No expectations. Just… us.”

Avya looked at him, relief flooding her features. “And… you won’t touch me until I ask?”

Ekansh raised his hands. “Scout’s honor.”

She laughed, and suddenly, the tension between them felt lighter.

Maybe, just maybe, this could work.

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That night, Samiksha sat on her balcony floor, hugging her knees, the cool breeze brushing against her skin.

Her mind was filled with Abeer.

The way he whispered in her ear.

The way he looked at her while singing.

The way his white kurta made him look unfairly handsome.

She sighed, picking up her diary again.

Dear Abeer,

I don’t know how to describe today.

The way you sang… I think you ruined every other singer for me.

The way you looked at me… I think I forgot how to breathe.

I know this is just a silly crush. I know you probably don’t see me the way I see you.

But for tonight, just tonight… let me pretend you do.

Yours (but not really),

Samiksha

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Meanwhile, Aarohi wandered out to get ice cream, needing some alone time. She licked her cone absentmindedly, lost in thought.

Then—bam!

She collided into someone.

“Ow!” She rubbed her forehead before looking up. “Vidyut?”

He looked just as surprised. “Aarohi? What are you doing here?”

“Eating ice cream. You?”

“Coming back from the library.”

She made an oh face before taking another lick of her ice cream. Vidyut, however, was too busy watching her—how she scrunched her nose, how she pouted when the cold hit her teeth.

They started walking together, falling into an easy conversation.

“So, what do you want to do after school?” he asked.

Aarohi thought for a moment. “I want to travel. See the world. Maybe write about it.”

Vidyut smiled. “That suits you.”

“And you?”

“I want to start a business.”

Aarohi smirked. “Mr. Businessman.”

Vidyut chuckled. “I like stability.”

Their conversation flowed effortlessly, touching on dreams, ambitions, and childhood memories. Then, out of nowhere, Aarohi asked—

“How many kids do you want?”

Vidyut raised an eyebrow. Then, with a smirk, he replied, “Jitne tum bana paogi.”

Aarohi choked on her ice cream.

Vidyut chuckled at her reaction, watching as she turned red before hurriedly walking away, flustered.

He stood there, grinning.

Yeah.

He loved her.

And maybe, just maybe… she felt something too.

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He was not able to sleep because a girl had occupied his mind and whenever he closed his eyes. She was there so he decided to text her.

Ekansh: Are you asleep?

Avya: No. Why?

Ekansh: Just wondering how many guys you rejected today.

Avya: Only one. You.

Ekansh: Damn. That hurt.

Avya: Good. Go cry.

Ekansh: At least say something sweet before I die of heartbreak.

Avya: Fine. You’re… tolerable.

Ekansh: Be still, my beating heart.

Avya: Idiot.

Ekansh: Your idiot.

Avya: Shut up.

Ekansh smirked at his screen.

Yeah, this was going to be fun.

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