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Four days had passed since the chaos erupted. Four days of endless murmurs, side glances, and hushed gossip. The rumors had spread like wildfire, and as expected, Samiksha had become the villain in everyone's eyes.

They called her names, whispered cruel words, and made it clear that she was unwanted.

"She’s such a pick-me girl."

"Always trying to get attention."

"Abeer deserves someone better."

And for what? Because they thought she was dating him?

It was exhausting. Even for someone as strong-willed as her, the hate was overwhelming. She prided herself on self-love, on not letting anyone’s opinion affect her, but this? This was unbearable.

She hadn't done anything wrong. The story wasn’t her fault. She hadn’t planned any of it. And yet, she was carrying the blame like an anchor around her neck.

But by the fourth day, something inside her shifted. She was done caring.

She laughed louder. Talked animatedly. Wrote furiously in her journal. Scrolled through her phone, immersing herself in distractions. Studying? Not even a priority.

And despite everything, her gaze still found him.

Abeer.

The one person who had taken a stand for her without hesitation. The one who had defended her like it was the most natural thing in the world.

She wasn’t sure what that meant. But she knew one thing—no one had ever stood up for her like that before.

And it felt... different.

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Abeer was in trouble.

He sat on Aarohi’s bed, staring at the ceiling like it held the answer to his problem, while Aarohi paced back and forth in front of him.

"Bhaiya, you're really hopeless," she muttered, rubbing her forehead as if dealing with him was physically painful.

He groaned. "That’s why I came to you! You know her better than anyone. What kind of proposal would she like?"

Aarohi stopped pacing and gave him a knowing look. "You really want to know?"

He sat up straight. "Of course! Tell me."

She hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Bhaiya, she doesn’t think she’s worthy of a proposal."

Abeer froze. "What?"

Aarohi crossed her arms. "She genuinely believes no one would ever propose to her. That she’s not 'worth it.'"

His jaw clenched.

That was not okay.

Not on his watch.

"Noted," he muttered under his breath. "I’ll make her feel worthy every single day of our life."

Aarohi smiled softly. "Good. Because she doesn’t need some grand, over-the-top proposal. She’s not the type who dreams of big gestures. She’d rather pluck wildflowers than receive an expensive bouquet."

His mind started racing, ideas forming and dissolving just as quickly. Then, suddenly, a date flashed in his mind. He will propose her on the exact same date that was written on the letter she wrote for him—the one he saw secretly.

Perfect.

Later that evening, Vidyut texted Aarohi, dragging her out for an ice cream date. She didn't even pretend to hesitate.

They met at their favorite spot—an old, vintage-styled ice cream parlor that smelled like warm waffles and nostalgia. The neon sign flickered slightly, casting a golden glow over the street.

Vidyut was already there, leaning casually against the counter, hands stuffed into his pockets. The moment she walked in, his gaze locked onto her, filled with something soft and warm.

"Stop looking at me like that," she muttered, rolling her eyes.

He grinned. "Like what?"

She huffed, crossing her arms. "Like I'm the most beautiful girl you've ever seen."

Without missing a beat, he replied, "But you are."

Aarohi blinked. Her cheeks flamed, and she immediately turned toward the counter to order, ignoring the way her heart skipped a beat.

They ordered their usual—chocolate chip for him, butterscotch for her. As soon as they sat down, Vidyut casually reached over and stole a spoonful from her cup.

"Vidyut!" she gasped.

He took his time savoring it before grinning. "Tastes better when it’s yours."

Aarohi narrowed her eyes before grabbing his cup and taking a big scoop. "Right back at you, chor."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

Between bites of ice cream, they talked about everything and nothing, laughing like they had no care in the world. Vidyut, ever the tease, reached across the table, tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear.

"You look cute when you’re annoyed," he murmured.

Aarohi rolled her eyes but didn’t pull away. "And you look cute when you're not stealing my ice cream."

His smirk widened. "Guess I’ll never be cute then."

She shook her head, laughing. "Idiot."

But the way he looked at her, like she was the only girl in the universe, made her heart feel too full.

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After four long days of non-stop work, Avya finally had some free time. And the first thing she did?

March straight into his office.

Ekansh looked up from his desk, and for a moment, pure joy flickered in his eyes. But he quickly masked it, his lips curling into a smirk.

"What are you doing here, Ms. Maheshwari?" His tone was stern, his expression controlled. "Be professional. You don’t have permission to sit on your boss’s couch."

Avya snorted before plopping down on the couch like she owned the place. "Oh, screw your ‘boss.’ I’m here to see my boyfriend, and as his girlfriend, I have every right to sit wherever I want."

Ekansh’s ears tinged pink, but he covered it up by leaning back in his chair. "Miss Maheshwari, this is a workplace, and—"

"It’s Mrs. Avya Ekansh Rajvansh, you boi." She grinned, watching his face turn an even darker shade of red.

And then, finally, he gave in.

He stood up, crossed the room in two strides, and pulled her into his arms like he had been holding his breath for days and she was the air he desperately needed.

His face buried in the crook of her neck, his voice came out muffled. "And it’s Ekansh Avya Maheshwari, you girl."

She giggled before hugging him back just as tightly.

After a moment, he pulled back slightly, tilting her chin up. "It’s been days since I properly saw you."

Avya smirked. "Seedhe point pe aao, baatein mat ghumao."

His gaze darkened with mischief. He took slow, deliberate steps forward until she was backed against the desk.

"Aa jaun point par?" His voice was a low whisper.

Her breath hitched. And then, she nodded.

That was all he needed.

He took her hands, kissed her palms, and guided them around his neck before capturing her lips in a kiss.

It was soft at first. Both of them deliberately making to slow to savor it. Then deeper. Fiercer.

His tie loosened, her fingers tangled in his hair, and before she knew it, she was perched on the desk, flushed against him.

Then—a knock on the door.

Avya tried to pull away, but Ekansh held her in place.

"Get lost. I’m busy."

A hesitant voice. “But sir, the meeting—”

Ekansh didn’t even hesitate. "I said I’m busy."

And then he kissed her again.

Because right now?

She was the only thing that mattered.

The sun had begun its slow descent, painting the evening sky in soft hues of orange and pink. A gentle breeze rustled through the trees, carrying the scent of damp earth and blooming flowers as Aarohi strolled through the garden, lost in her thoughts. She had been trying to soak in a moment of peace after an exhausting day, but peace, as always, was a luxury she rarely got to enjoy.

Her phone buzzed in her hand. Not once, but twice. Two notifications popped up at the same time. One from Vidyut. The other from Samiksha.

Aarohi sighed, staring at her phone screen as if it held the answer to the universe’s toughest question. Which one should she open first?

If she opened Vidyut’s first, Samiksha would throw a fit. If she opened Samiksha’s first, Vidyut would be no less dramatic. Both siblings had a flair for tantrums, and she was stuck in the middle like a helpless referee.

"You both are going to drive me insane one day," she muttered to herself.

After an internal debate, she tapped on Samiksha’s message first.

Samiksha: "Aarohi, I need help with physics numericals. And also, what’s the tea about your love life? Spill."

Aarohi rolled her eyes. Of course. Samiksha and her obsession with gossip. It wasn’t surprising.

Shaking her head, she backed out of the chat and finally clicked on Vidyut’s message. As expected, the first text was a flirty one.

Vidyut: "Did it hurt when you fell from heaven? No? Well, it should, because you’re an angel."

She scoffed, unimpressed. This man.

But before she could type out a sarcastic reply, she noticed his second message.

Vidyut: "On a serious note, are you even studying for your pre-boards? Or are you just ignoring your books like you ignore my texts?"

Aarohi sighed. There it was—the concern hidden beneath all that charm. He was annoying, but he was also someone who cared about her. And if she was being honest, that part about ignoring her books wasn’t entirely false.

Deciding to respond, she had barely typed out a reply when Vidyut’s name flashed on her screen. A call.

Without hesitation, she answered.

"About time," came his voice, laced with amusement. "I was starting to think you’d ghost me forever."

Aarohi scoffed. "Don’t flatter yourself. I was just busy."

"Busy doing what? Ignoring your books?"

Before she could retort, another call popped up on her screen—Samiksha.

Aarohi let out a long, suffering sigh. These two, seriously.

Instead of cutting one off, she did the most logical thing—she merged the calls, making it a conference call.

"Hello?" Samiksha’s voice rang through. "Aarohi, why weren’t you replying? Also, listen, I was just thinking—"

And then, chaos.

Because Samiksha, completely unaware that Vidyut was also on the line, started ranting.

"By the way, Aarohi, that Vidyut guy is so damn annoying. I don’t know what you see in him. His overconfidence is ridiculous, his flirting is cringe, and—ugh—I swear, if I were you, I’d have punched him already!"

Aarohi’s eyes widened.

Vidyut’s voice came through, far too calm for someone who was just insulted.

"Wow, Samiksha. Tell me how you really feel."

Silence.

Dead silence.

Aarohi could feel the moment Samiksha’s brain connected the dots.

"WAIT. HE’S ON THE CALL?!"

Aarohi winced, pulling the phone away from her ear as Samiksha screeched.

Vidyut chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "Yes, I’m here, sweetheart. And I must say, it’s nice to know how highly you think of me."

Samiksha, mortified beyond belief, started stammering. "I—I didn’t mean—I mean, I did, but I didn’t know you were listening!"

Aarohi, watching this disaster unfold, simply sighed. This was her life now.

And then, as expected, the sibling war began. Samiksha and Vidyut bickered relentlessly, throwing insults and sarcastic remarks at each other while Aarohi just sat there, regretting every decision that had led her to this moment.

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Meanwhile, in his room, Abeer sat at his desk, attempting to finish the work assigned to him as head boy.

Attempting.

Because instead of working, he found himself drowning in her thoughts..

Samiksha.

She was like the intro of Khuda Jaane—mysterious, captivating, different.

Of course she was different. That’s why he loved her.

Wait. What?

Abeer groaned, running a hand through his hair. Damn it.

Could he stop simping over her for five minutes?

Later that evening, the Maheshwari and Rajvansh siblings met at the park. Their parents were there too, chatting and laughing, while the younger generation found their own corners.

Aarohi and Samiksha sat in a secluded area, engaged in their favorite pastime—judging random couples.

"That one looks like a chronic cheater," Aarohi whispered, nodding toward a guy sitting with a girl, but sneakily checking his phone every two minutes.

Samiksha snorted. "8/10 for the audacity."

Their rating game continued, giggles and hushed commentary filling the air. But amidst their conversation, a lot of eye contact happened between Samiksha and Abeer.

Fleeting glances. Subtle smiles.

Unspoken words hanging between them.

But before anything could be said, their conversation took a turn—towards Aarohi’s love life.

And that’s when it happened.

Samiksha, driven by best-friend instinct and rage, stormed towards Vidyut.

Abeer, standing beside him, watched in confusion as she pointed an accusing finger at Vidyut.

"Listen, you overconfident flirt," she warned. "You better treat Aarohi properly. And zyada chipakne ki zarurat nahi hai!"

Vidyut blinked. "Uh... okay?"

Abeer, utterly lost, turned to his best friend. "Vidyut is dating who?"

And then, without even thinking, Samiksha blurted out—

"My brother is dating your sister."

The second the words left her mouth, she froze.

Vidyut groaned, face-palming. Samiksha, you idiot.

Abeer’s expression morphed from confusion to realization to absolute rage.

And before anyone could react, Vidyut did the only logical thing.

He ran.

At full speed.

And Abeer?

He ran after him.

"Vidyut, YOU’RE DEAD!"

"Aarohi, control your brother!"

Samiksha stood frozen, horrified at what she had done.

Aarohi just sighed, shaking her head.

This was bound to happen eventually.

The night air was crisp as Abeer and Vidyut sat on the bench in the garden , the city lights twinkling in the distance. Abeer was still grumpy.

Vidyut, on the other hand, was trying every trick in the book to coax him out of his protective brother mode. He had already apologized at least twenty times, promised to take care of Aarohi, and even offered to buy him his favorite chocolate, but no—Abeer was stubborn.

“How can you love my sister?” Abeer grumbled, crossing his arms.

"Just the way you love her sister." His subconscious mocked him. And he stiffened because ofcourse if we get it they way then Vidyut didn't commited any crime by loving his sister. And lowkey he knows that he can trust Vidyut over any guy for his sister because she is safe with him. But still the thought of him loving Aarohi and doing all those cliche stuff is eww.

Vidyut let out a small laugh. “Look, bro. I get it. She’s your sister, and you want to protect her. But I swear on everything, if I ever break her heart…” He exhaled, his voice softer, more vulnerable. “I’ll break down myself.”

Abeer studied him for a long moment, searching for any sign of dishonesty. But there was none. Vidyut was dead serious.

After a moment, Abeer sighed. “Fine. But if you hurt her—”

“I won’t,” Vidyut cut him off immediately.

Abeer gave him a reluctant nod before relaxing slightly. But then Vidyut, being Vidyut, just had to ruin the moment.

“Bhai, dekh na, kitni cute hai woh. Koi kaise uska dil tod sakta hai?” he gushed, a dreamy expression on his face. “And the way she rolls her eyes at me—uff, she’s so hot.”

Abeer’s face twisted in pure disgust. Without hesitation, he smacked Vidyut on the back of his head.

“BEHEN HAI MERI, KUTTE!”

Vidyut just grinned, rubbing the spot where he was hit. “Still hot, though.”

Abeer groaned, running a hand over his face. “You’re hopeless.”

Vidyut laughed, but then his expression softened. “You know, I never thought I’d actually fall for someone like this. Aarohi is… different. She’s not just a girl I like—she’s someone I respect. She’s my safe space. I don’t think I can ever love anyone the way I love her.”

Abeer glanced at him, something flickering in his gaze. It hit too close to home.

Because wasn’t that exactly how he felt about Samiksha?

But he pushed the thought away. This wasn’t about him.

He exhaled, shaking his head. “Fine. Just don’t be an idiot, okay?”

“No promises.”

Abeer rolled his eyes, but a small smile played on his lips. Maybe Vidyut wasn’t completely hopeless.

On the other side of the neighborhood, Samiksha stood on her terrace, breathing in the night air.

She loved this—the serene atmosphere, the cool breeze, the endless sky stretching above her. The world was so much quieter up here. It was her therapy, the one place where she could let go of everything.

Because of course, she belonged to a brown family. Therapy? Nope. Terrace time? Always.

It was her safe space. The place where she often sat, singing mindlessly while playing her guitar, eyes closed, lost in the melody.

Tonight, however, she wasn’t singing.

She was thinking.

And when Samiksha thought, she overthought.

Her eyes absentmindedly drifted to the large tree in front of their house, and suddenly, a thought struck her out of nowhere.

Abeer was giving her all the signals.

But what if she was just imagining it?

What if he didn’t feel the way she did for him?

Okay, let’s say—hypothetically—he did like her. Maybe even loved her. But would he be able to love her the way she loved him?

Because she didn’t just love him.

She worshiped him.

Her love wasn’t casual. It wasn’t simple. It was more than devotion.

And suddenly, doubt crept in like a storm cloud.

Would he accept her for who she was? She was old-school. She believed in forever, in poetry, in slow, deep, all-consuming love. But in a world where people got bored of each other so quickly, would he ever see her the way she saw him?

Her fingers curled into fists. What if he only liked her because of what she felt for him?

And what if—just like all the other couples who started off great but eventually fell apart—they, too, would break one day?

She swallowed hard.

She had seen Siya and Shashwat break up after years of long-distance. They swore they would last. They didn’t.

Wouldn’t it be better if she just… kept this to herself? If she never told him? If she stayed away and protected him from her?

Because if they got together and it didn’t work out…

She wouldn’t just lose a relationship.

She would lose him.

And she could never survive that.

A tear slipped down her cheek.

Because God, she wanted to be with him.

But she was so scared.

The sound of her phone pinging broke through her thoughts.

She blinked, wiping her tear-streaked cheek, before glancing down at the notification.

The phone pinged, snapping Samiksha out of her spiral.

It was Aarohi.

> "Wassup? Wassup fam bruh!! (I know chapri hai but tujhe irritate karne me Mazza aata hai :P)"

Samiksha exhaled a soft laugh, shaking her head at Aarohi’s ridiculous message. Only she could text something so absurd in the middle of the night.

Instead of replying, she called her.

Aarohi picked up immediately, her voice filled with playful energy, but as soon as Samiksha began speaking—her tone softer, heavier, filled with hesitation—the excitement faded.

And she listened.

Samiksha poured her heart out, her voice barely above a whisper as she confessed everything.

Her fears.

Her doubts.

Her love for Abeer that was so deep, so consuming, it scared her.

And most importantly—the thing that terrified her the most—what if he got bored of her?

What if this feeling, this connection, this spark between them wasn’t enough to last?

What if she wasn’t enough?

Aarohi took a moment, digesting her words before letting out a sharp exhale. "Baby, do you even realize how much my bhaiya loves you? And he will propose to you eventually."

Samiksha swallowed hard. She had expected Aarohi to tease her, to make fun of her overthinking, but instead, she spoke with conviction—like it was a fact, not a possibility.

And for a second—a tiny, fragile second—Samiksha allowed herself to believe it.

But then reality crashed down again.

"It's not about the proposal, Aarohi," she murmured, her voice laced with frustration. "It's about after the proposal. What if he gets bored of me?"

Aarohi groaned loudly, exasperated. "Bhai kitni insecure hai tu! And agar khud ko hi itna neecha dikhayegi toh saamne wale se kaise expect kar rahi hai ki woh tere baare mein acha soche?"

Samiksha opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, Aarohi's mother called her for dinner.

"HAAAAAAAAN MUMMY, AAI!" Aarohi yelled back before hurriedly returning to the call.

"Okay, chal bye, school mein baat karenge. I gotta go warna ghar wale phone chheen lenge yeh kehke— 'bas din bhar phone phone phone! You are addicted to your phone!' So bye, muahh, darling!"

The call ended.

And Samiksha just sat there.

Still.

Silent.

The night breeze brushed against her skin, but she didn’t feel its coolness. The city lights glowed softly in the distance, but she didn’t see them.

All she could hear were Aarohi’s words.

"Bhai kitni insecure hai tu."

"Agar khud ko hi itna neecha dikhayegi toh saamne wale se kaise expect kar rahi hai ki woh tere baare mein acha soche?"

The words stung.

Because they were true.

Because this was exactly why Abeer would never want to be with someone like her.

Because she was insecure.

And Abeer was perfect.

He was confident. He was charismatic. He was everyone’s dream boy. He had girls swooning over him left and right, people admiring him, wanting to be with him, wanting to be him. He was the kind of boy who could walk into a room and command attention without even trying.

And she?

She was…

Nothing special.

She wasn’t the kind of girl people wrote poetry about.

She wasn’t the kind of girl who turned heads when she walked into a room.

She was the kind of girl who blended into the background. Who was always just there—never the center of attention, never the one who stole breaths away, never the one who made hearts race.

And the worst part?

She hadn’t always felt like this.

She hadn’t always seen herself this way.

But somewhere along the line—because of the way people spoke, the way they compared, the way they made her feel less—somewhere along the way, she started believing it.

And now, it was all she could see.

And even if, somehow, Abeer truly loved her…

Would he still love her once he realized that she could never match up to him?

Once he realized that she wasn’t enough?

Once he realized that she was just Samiksha—not someone extraordinary, not someone irreplaceable, just Samiksha?

Her throat tightened.

He deserved someone better.

Someone who wasn’t filled with doubt.

Someone who wouldn’t need constant reassurance.

Someone who wouldn’t question his love every second of the day, wondering when he would get tired of her, when he would walk away, when he would realize he made a mistake choosing her.

And if—when—he eventually left…

She wouldn’t survive it.

She had already fallen too hard.

She was too deep in this.

She didn’t just love him—he was her home.

And once you lose your home, where do you go?

(A/n : im low-key in love with☝🏻 these lines waah waah kya likha hai mene😭)

A shaky breath left her lips.

Abeer would propose to her.

And when he did, she would reject him.

For his sake.

For his happiness.

For his future.

Because the last thing she ever wanted…

Was to be the reason he regretted love.

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Abeer opened his mouth—to call her name, to stop her, to make her stay—but no words came.

And then—he went after her.

Because she was slipping through his fingers, and he couldn’t— wouldn’t— let that happen.

"Samiksha!"

No response.

"Samiksha, ruk jao!"

Still, nothing.

She was walking too fast.

Reckless. Blind. As if she was running from demons no one else could see. She wanted to get hit by something right now. Low-key she wanted to die.

And then—

A blur. Bright headlights. A car. Rushing. Fast. Too fast.

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