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The evening carried a certain kind of nervous excitement for Aarohi. It wasn't just any date-it was her first real date with Vidyut. And that meant everything had to be perfect. She stood outside the movie theater, clutching a small bouquet of flowers.

Vidyut arrived exactly on time, his hair slightly messy from the wind, dressed in a casual hoodie and jeans, effortlessly handsome. As soon as he spotted Aarohi, his eyes flickered with amusement.

"You got me flowers?" he asked, taking the bouquet with an almost shy smile.

"Obviously," Aarohi grinned, "Not always the guy has to do it. And besides, mine is totally different."

He looked at her for a long second before shaking his head with a chuckle. "Yeah, you are."

They walked inside, laughing and chatting, the initial nervousness melting away. Aarohi had pre-booked their seats-the very last row.

"You booked the last row?" Vidyut raised an eyebrow.

"Yes, but not for what you're thinking," she rolled her eyes. "The movie experience is just better from here. And also, a word of advice-don't look around too much during the movie. You will regret it."

Vidyut smirked. "Oh come on, it's not like couples actually-"

But the moment he turned slightly, he immediately regretted it. Right behind him, a couple was very passionately making out. The sound of muffled moans filled the air, and the girl's hair even brushed against his shoulder.

Aarohi, watching his expression, smirked and casually leaned forward. Without hesitation, she turned to the couple and snapped, "Bhaiya, aap log yahan movie dekhne aaye ho ya ek dusre ko? Public hai yaar, control!"

The couple immediately straightened up, awkwardly adjusting themselves. Vidyut, stunned but completely amused, just watched her.

"You really have no filter," he said, shaking his head.

"And proud of it," she grinned.

The movie turned out to be painfully boring, and fifteen minutes in, Aarohi sighed dramatically. "This is not a date. Let's leave."

Vidyut didn't need to be convinced. They walked out, deciding to grab food instead. Aarohi suggested a place that was within walking distance.

As they strolled through the city, Vidyut felt something tugging at him. He wanted to hold her hand. But what if she wasn't comfortable? Consent was important, after all. He wouldn't do anything without it.

As if reading his mind, Aarohi's pinky brushed against his, a light touch.

Vidyut froze. Was that intentional? Maybe it was just an accident.

But then, with a smirk playing on her lips, Aarohi slowly hooked her pinky around his-casually, like she wasn't even thinking about it.

His heart flipped.

He chuckled softly, admiring her little game, and finally took her hand fully, their fingers locking together. A warmth spread through both of them, and neither could stop the soft smiles on their faces as they continued walking.

But fate had its own plans.

The restaurant was closed.

"Well, that's disappointing," Aarohi sighed. "What now?"

Just then, the sky darkened, and within seconds, heavy raindrops poured down.

Vidyut, acting quickly, pulled Aarohi towards a small shed nearby-a tiny, rustic house with a dim yellow bulb outside, flickering in the rain. The entire setting felt like something out of an old Bollywood film.

They stood there, breathless from running, the sound of rain filling the silence. Their hands were still intertwined. Their eyes locked.

Aarohi's heart raced. Vidyut took a small step closer.

And then, in true Aarohi fashion, she broke the moment.

"I love the rain!" she beamed and dashed out, spinning like a child.

Vidyut just sighed, shaking his head with a smile. "Pagal ladki," he muttered under his breath.

Aarohi turned to him with mischief dancing in her eyes.

"I'm not a singer like Samiksha or Abeer bhaiya," she began, stepping closer. "But this is for you, Vidyut Maheshwari."

And then, she started singing.

"Tum se hi, tum se hi..."

Her voice was soft, unpolished, but filled with emotion. The way she looked at him, the way she smiled while singing-it made Vidyut's heart clench.

She grabbed his hand and pulled him into the rain with her. For a second, he resisted, but then, giving in to the magic of the moment, he let her lead.

He twirled her. She giggled. He spun her again, and she bumped into his chest, breathless and laughing.

Then, in a perfect moment, as the song played in their minds, he lifted her effortlessly, twirling her in the rain.

Aarohi let out a surprised gasp before she laughed.

"Please," she said between giggles, "iss baar mat chodna!"

Vidyut remembered the park incident immediately. The time he had lifted her while they were playing with kids-and then, accidentally let go, making her fall flat on the ground.

He smiled, looking into her eyes.

"Never," he whispered.

Her breath hitched.

He gently placed her back on the ground, his hands still lingering on her waist. The moment stretched between them, the rain blurring the rest of the world.

And then, he spoke.

"Aarohi," his voice was soft but sure, "I love you."

Her eyes widened.

Before she could say anything, he placed a finger on her lips.

"I know," he smiled.

Aarohi was not going to let him have the final word.

"Screw it," she muttered, taking a deep breath. "I love you too."

And just like that, the night became even more beautiful.
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Avya was drowning in work. Meetings, emails, endless files-her day was packed, and she hadn't even seen Ekansh in what felt like forever. Not that she was complaining. Work was work, and she liked keeping her personal life out of the office.

Ekansh, however, had other plans.

He was currently leaning against the coffee counter, his gaze fixed on his woman. The way he was staring at her, nobody would believe he was the boss of this place. If anything, he looked like some desperate intern who had just fallen hopelessly in love for the first time.

And the worst part?

Avya was ignoring him.

She was busy discussing mergers, demanding files, and giving orders to her team-while Ekansh, the CEO, was standing in the background, plotting dumb ways to talk to her.

His employees were concerned.

What happened to the cold, ruthless boss they knew? The one who could fire someone with a single glare?

Because right now, their boss was:

Faking a phone call just to walk past Avya's cabin.

Pretending to need a file that he very well knew was already on his desk.

Accidentally-on-purpose dropping his pen near her cabin five times.

He even texted her.

Ekansh: Missing you.
Avya: Busy.
Ekansh: But I'm suffering. At least look at me once?
Avya: No.

He groaned, dramatically flopping against the counter.

His assistant, who had been watching all this in horror, hesitated before asking, "Sir, are you... okay?"

Ekansh turned to him with the deadliest glare.

"Get lost."

The poor man practically sprinted away.

Desperate now, Ekansh tried his last trick-calling Avya to his cabin.

"Ekansh, I came to the office to work, not to entertain you," she snapped over the phone.

And that was it. That was the moment he whimpered like a rejected puppy. His employees exchanged nervous glances.

This wasn't their boss. This was some other man.

But Ekansh didn't care. If being pathetic was what it took to get her attention, so be it.

Meanwhile, Avya remained unbothered.

She was in her cabin, surrounded by four or five junior employees, discussing the project. They asked her questions about the logistics, potential risks of the merger, and future financial projections. Avya answered them all with her usual sharp precision-until a sudden interruption shattered her focus.

The door flung open.

Ekansh stood there, still gripping the doorknob.

"Are you free for dinner tonight?"

Avya blinked. "Uh huh? Uh um ye-ah-"

"Great! It's a date then."

"Huh?"

But before she could process anything, he smirked and walked away, leaving her blushing like an idiot.

Her team stared at her in complete shock.

The ever-composed, no-nonsense Avya was now sitting there, red-faced, visibly flustered, and smiling like a fool.

One of her employees hesitantly cleared his throat. "Uh... ma'am, you were saying...?"

She shook herself out of her daze. "Yes, right-what was the question?"

But inside, her brain was screaming-

"You're playing with fire, Ekansh."

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Mornings were the worst.

Seriously, who in their right mind would be excited to wake up at 7 AM just to drag their half-dead body to school? And for what? To see some toxic, shitty faces and stand in the blazing dhup (sunlight, but let's be honest, dhup just hits different) during assembly, questioning all your life choices.

And the cherry on top? That godforsaken attendance roll call.

Every damn day, my "Present, Ma'am" sounds different-sometimes weird, sometimes funny, and sometimes like I just woke up from a coma. And just when I think my suffering is over, the teachers begin their daily chant:

"It's your boards this year! You should take things seriously! Your future depends on this!"

Oh, wow, Ma'am, thank you! Now I'm definitely scared. Sarcasm intended.

But listen, school isn't all bad. There's one thing that makes it bearable-Aarohi.

People cry about being single, needing a boyfriend, feeling lonely-but not me. I have Aarohi. She's basically my man-flirting with me, protecting me, caring for me. This girl is a walking blessing. No one has ever had me like she does. And our duo? So goated that people genuinely think we're lesbians.

Not kidding.

But today, today is different. Because today, Aarohi is screwed.

Why, you ask?

Because Samiksha-our drama queen extraordinaire-has finally sniffed out Aarohi's secret relationship. And now, she's on a mission to find out who her best friend is dating.

"Aarohi, kon hai? Kon hai? Bata warna-"

Aarohi gulps. "Um..."

Samiksha narrows her eyes. "UM? Yeh kaisa naam hua, pagal?!"

Now, here's the thing-Aarohi isn't just dating any guy. She's dating Vidyut Maheshwari.

A.K.A. Samiksha's own brother.

And she knows the second she spills this information, her funeral will be arranged.

But there's no escape. So, after a dramatic pause that lasts for two thousand years-

"I'm dating... Vidyut."

Silence.

Then-

"VIDYUT WHO?!"

Aarohi braces herself. "Vidyut Maheshwari..."

And then, the scream.

"KYYYYAAAAAAAAA?!?"

The entire class turns to look.

Even the maths teacher, who was in the middle of solving a very serious trigonometry problem, stops and glares at them.

"OUT! SAMIKSHA AND Aarohi! OUT OF THE CLASS!"

Samiksha? She doesn't even hesitate. She runs out of the class, dragging Aarohi with her. Because let's be honest-who even wants to stay in maths class?

Once outside, she turns to Aarohi with pure betrayal in her eyes.

"Seriously, Aarohi? Seriously?! Tsk tsk tsk... Woh BANDAR ko date kar rahi hai? SHEH. You deserve better, baby. I mean, I didn't expect this from you. Woh bandar hi mila tujhe?!"

Aarohi frowns. "Excuse you, that bandar is your brother."

"Exactly! That's why I'm saying-tu zyada deserve karti hai!"

After a long lecture about how Vidyut is barely human, Samiksha finally notices Aarohi's gloomy face and sighs.

"Okay, fine. Sorry, baby. Mera matlab woh nahi tha. But... you really love him?"

"You know I do."

Samiksha nods, serious now. "Then I'm okay with it. But remember-if he ever does anything wrong, I won't hesitate to screw him over. IDC if he's my brother."

Aarohi smirks. "Thik hai, maate."

Samiksha groans dramatically. "Kaise din aa gaye hain! Mera bhai hi meri sautan ban gaya. Heheheheh."

Aarohi wiggles her eyebrows. "Agar tu chahe toh main usko chhod ke tere paas aa sakti hoon..."

And just to mess with her, she traces a finger down Samiksha's cheek.

"CHIII! I'M STRAIGHT!" Samiksha yells, shoving her away.

And just like that, they burst into laughter, their dramatic chaos filling the empty corridor.

The school day had ended, and Samiksha found herself unusually restless. Something felt off. It took her a few minutes to realize exactly what-she hadn't seen him today.

Not even once.

No accidental run-ins in the hallway, no quick eye contact in the corridor, not even a glimpse of him near the school gate. And now that she was aware of it, the realization hit her hard. She had been waiting for a moment-just one moment-where she could talk to him, maybe even thank him for that day... but today, nothing.

She walked toward the gate, her eyes scanning the crowd, her heart subtly racing. Where is he?

She bumped into three people. Didn't apologize to any of them.

But still-no sign of Abeer.

Her lips pressed together in frustration. What the hell? Where is he???

She was this close to turning to Aarohi and demanding answers. Maybe Abeer was with Vidyut? She could ask-

Her thoughts screeched to a halt as her eyes landed on something far worse.

Aarohi and Vidyut.

Talking.

Wait-blushing?

Samiksha's face twisted in absolute disgust. Ew. Cringe.

What was this? A rom-com? Did she need to carry a bucket around now in case her best friend decided to drown in cheesiness? Gross.

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At home, the daily rant session started the moment Samiksha walked in, throwing herself dramatically onto the sofa in her uniform.

"Mummy, apne suputra ko samjha lo," she whined, sprawled across the cushions like a queen.

Their mother, completely unbothered, continued chopping vegetables. "Kyun? Ab kya kiya usne?"

Samiksha sat up, looking deeply betrayed." Yaar, usko mujhe ghar drop nahi karna hota toh pehle bata diya kare. Main kuch jugaad laga leti aane ka!"

"Oh baby," her mother said, barely sparing her a glance. "Vidyut didn't tell you? Aaj woh Abeer ke ghar gaya hai."

Samiksha, who was casually sipping water, choked.

"Kya? Abeer ke ghar?!"

For half a second, her brain went into complete overdrive. "I wanted to go too. " But she quickly masked her reaction. "I mean, Aarohi se milne, of course! Hehe."

Her mother gave her a long, knowing stare before shaking her head. "Jaa, fresh ho ja. Waise bhi do din tak nahati nahi tu, nishachar ke vanshaj."

Damn. Roasted.

But, well... she wasn't wrong.

Bathing daily? In this economy of laziness? No thanks.

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After freshening up, she threw on her favorite oversized hoodie-one big enough to cover her thighs. Who even wears pants at home? Not her.

She collapsed onto her bed, phone in hand, and opened Instagram.

DMs. Flooded.

Some were sweet, some were weird, some were hate comments from irrelevant people-but who cares? She wasn't writing for validation anyway. Writing was her escape.

Feeling lazy, she started scrolling through reels, laughing like a maniac at the dumbest memes.

And then, she saw it.

A reel.

Some random guy with insanely veiny hands, riding a bike. She barely paid attention to the caption-her brain was still half asleep. But the guy's posture on the bike? For some reason, it reminded her of Ekansh bhaiya.

So, without thinking, she tagged him in her Instagram story.

Or so she thought.

Because, thanks to her half-dead state-and the unfortunate similarity in profile pictures-she didn't tag Ekansh.

She tagged Abeer Rajvansh.

In a reel with caption (she hadn't read yet.):
"Tag someone who rides a bike but you want to ride them."

And then, blissfully unaware of the catastrophe she just unleashed upon herself, she tossed her phone on the bed and went downstairs for dinner.

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Meanwhile, somewhere across the city, Aarohi opened Instagram and-

Paused.

Her brows furrowed as she reread Samiksha's story. Wait... what?

She stared at the tag.

Checked it again.

And then it hit her.

OH.

OH MY GOD.

Samiksha had messed up. Big time.

Aarohi's first instinct was to warn her.

But then she grinned.

Pehle hi dono bohot sharmate hain. Ab dekhti hoon kya hota hai.

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4 PM.

Samiksha woke up from her legendary afternoon nap.

That post-nap high? Unreal.

Naya janam hua hai types.

She stretched, yawned, and wandered toward the balcony, inhaling the fresh air. She felt relaxed. Carefree.

Completely unaware of the storm brewing on Instagram.

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Abeer had been swamped with work all day. He hadn't checked his phone once.

Until now.

He was searching for a formula sheet in his drawer when something caught his eye.

A jhumka.

Hers.

His fingers brushed over it gently, a small, unconscious smile forming on his lips.

"I miss you," he mumbled.

Then, shaking his head at himself, he tucked the earring away and went back to work.

After an hour, he finally picked up his phone.

And there it was.

A notification.

@samiksha tagged you in their story.

Huh?

Curious, he tapped on it.

And immediately, his soul left his body.

WHAT. THE. HELL.

He stared.

Blinking.

Re-reading.

Did she seriously just tag him in this?

His first reaction? A smirk.

His second reaction? Unholy thoughts.

His third reaction? The sudden urge to mess with her.

And so, he reposted her story.

With a caption that read:

"Whatever you say, I'm all in."

Double meaning? Absolutely.
Only if you know? Oh, people definitely knew.

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She was happily eating her evening snacks, completely oblivious to the absolute disaster unfolding on Instagram.

Until she opened her phone.

And then-

Chaos.

Her notifications? Exploding.

Comments flooded in:

Are you two a thing?

Oh girl, stop trying to grab his attention.

You deserve better. Usse mujhe de do.

That's hot.

That's bold.

And then-oh god.

ABEER'S FRIENDS HAD SEEN IT TOO.

Namaste bhabhi.

Ohhh bhabhi mil gayi!

Her breath stopped.

Her soul left her body.

Because right at the top-

Abeer's story.

With his repost.

And his reply.

Her entire existence combusted.

WHAT THE F-??

Pure. Unfiltered. Panic.

She immediately deleted her story.

But was it too late?

The moment Samiksha stepped into the school gates, she knew something was off. Eyes lingered on her longer than usual, whispers spread like wildfire, and the air felt heavier. Aarohi was beside her, as always, but even her presence couldn't shield Samiksha from the storm brewing around her.

"Abeer is dating her?!"

"No way. He could do so much better."

"She's such an attention seeker."

"Pick-me girl energy. I knew it."

It was relentless. It was cruel. And worst of all? It was based on nothing but a stupid Instagram mishap.

She clenched her fists, willing herself to ignore it. She wasn't the kind of girl who broke down over school gossip. She had always believed in self-love, in brushing off negativity like dust on her sleeve. But this-this was different. It was suffocating, unbearable.

And worst of all, she knew none of it was her fault.

Yet, here she was. Taking the hit.

Abeer, on the other hand, had no clue.

Sure, he had sensed something was off. The way Samiksha seemed quieter than usual. How her laugh, the one that usually rang through the corridors, was absent today. He noticed the way Aarohi stayed closer to her, like a shield.

But he didn't realize the extent of the damage until lunch.

He had planned to apologize. The Instagram story-reposting it-maybe he had taken the joke too far. He should've thought it through. But nothing could've prepared him for what he was about to hear.

He had just turned the corner, heading towards the canteen, when he overheard them.

"Honestly, Samiksha should just disappear. She's so desperate for Abeer's attention."

"I don't get what he sees in her. He's so smart, good-looking, and she's just...her."

"Such a pick-me. Bet she did it on purpose."

Silence.

Abeer stopped mid-step. His grip on his lunch tray tightened. A slow, unfamiliar burn of anger coursed through his veins.

And then he saw her.

Samiksha was sitting with Aarohi in the farthest, most secluded corner of the canteen. Her head was low, her food untouched. Aarohi was whispering something to her, probably trying to comfort her, but Abeer could see it-she was breaking.

Something inside him snapped.

He turned to the group of people spitting venom and, without a second thought, his voice rang loud and clear.

"What the hell is wrong with all of you?"

The entire canteen fell silent.

Samiksha's eyes snapped up. Aarohi froze.

But Abeer wasn't done. He stepped forward, his gaze sharp, voice unwavering.

"You're calling her an attention seeker? For what? A stupid mistake? You all act like saints when, in reality, half of you would kill for a chance to be talked about like this."

The whispers started, but Abeer wasn't finished.

"And saying I deserve better? Since when do you get to decide who's good enough for me? If this is how you all judge someone, then trust me, none of you deserve even the bare minimum of respect."

A collective gasp.

Aarohi smirked. That's my best friend's man right there.

Samiksha? She was too stunned to react.

No one-no one-had ever taken a stand for her like this.

Before she could even process what had just happened, before she could even thank him, Abeer turned on his heel and stormed out.

His blood was boiling. His hands were clenched into fists. He had never felt this angry before, never wanted to throw his lunch tray at people more than he did now.

How could they talk about her like that?

Did they even know her? The girl who laughed so easily, who cared so deeply? The girl who tagged him in that stupid story because she was half-asleep, not because she wanted attention?

She didn't deserve this.

And he hated that she had to go through it.

Meanwhile, Samiksha sat frozen in place.

Her heart was pounding, her cheeks were flushed, and her hands felt clammy.

Aarohi nudged her. "Tera hero aa gaya."

Samiksha swallowed, still staring at the door he had walked out of.

He stood up for her.

Like it was the easiest thing in the world.

And suddenly, the whispers, the taunts, the rumors-none of it mattered anymore.

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