ARRANGED TO CRUSH.(complete)

iss pyaar kya naam du

(above song come in  mind while writing this chapter it's was just amazing .

through i don't know about movie's but songs staring emraan hashmi are just outstanding)

---**Ishani's POV** I watched Mihir's retreating figure, his confident stride taking him toward the hostel. A soft smile crept onto my face as I replayed our recent conversation in my mind.

Mihir Mishra—a boy I once knew with a calm demeanor, a charming smile, and a hardworking spirit—had now grown into a man of quiet strength and poise. His aura exuded perfection, not in a flashy way but in the quiet assurance of someone who acts rather than speaks. He wasn't one to let anger define him; his actions spoke louder than his words ever could.

I've always been mature beyond my years. Life didn't give me the luxury of being a carefree teenager. Instead, I was shaped, molded, and trained to be disciplined and grounded. Six years of distance had given me enough clarity to understand my feelings for him. Mihir was everything I sought—peace, stability, and a sense of security.

I've always found him handsome, but my first memory of him brings a single word to mind: *cute*.

---**Flashback** It was a typical day, and I was walking back to class after asking my biology teacher about a question I'd read in the newspaper. On my way, I bumped into our math teacher. By the time I settled into my math class, I heard sir greet a boy entering the room.

"Mihir," he said warmly.

My head instinctively snapped in his direction, and there he was—*the* Mihir Mishra, the competition everyone had warned me about.

As I met his gaze, I realized he was already looking at me. Our brief eye contact lingered, and throughout the class, I noticed his subtle glances in my direction—nothing obvious, but enough to make me aware of his presence.

I was no stranger to such attention. Be it from boys or even girls, I'd often been treated as an anomaly—a girl excelling in math was apparently an eighth wonder of the world. But Mihir's glances weren't like the others; they didn't feel like idle curiosity.

Over the next two classes, I began to understand why Mihir was held in such high regard. He was one of the most admired boys in our class, yet he carried himself with a humility that was rare.

---Two years flew by, and it was time for our farewell party. I'd heard about a new girl in our class, Saara—a loud, vivacious personality, quite unlike me.

The party was in full swing with music, dancing, and chatter. As the night drew to a close, only dessert—ice cream—remained. Just as I was about to join the queue, my phone buzzed. It was my mother, insisting I return home immediately since I had to travel back alone.

I left reluctantly, skipping the ice cream and missing out on exchanging contact information with my classmates. At the time, it felt like a small price to pay. Little did I know I would regret that moment in the years to come. ---**End of Flashback**

Looking back now, I regret not keeping in touch with Saara and Sooraj. They were good friends, and I wonder where they are now. And Mihir? Back then, I didn't fully understand my feelings for him. I was drawn to him, but it was during my CDS preparations and college years that everything became clear. Watching my friends navigate their love lives, I realized—I was in love with Mihir.

Three years later, as I stood in the main hall of this camp and saw him again, I knew nothing had changed. My feelings were as strong as ever.

Our taxi conversation today gave me hope. I could sense a particular interest in his tone and words, but doubts still linger. I don't want to raise my hopes too high. All I want is to have him in my life, in whatever capacity he's comfortable with. His presence alone inspires me to be my best self.

He is my secret—a part of me I hold close and cherish quietly. This time, I'll make sure to stay connected with him. I owe that much to myself.

With these thoughts swirling in my mind, I reached my room. Tomorrow marks the beginning of two great loves in my life: my dream of serving my country and the unspoken hope of something more with Mihir.

Smiling to myself, I began preparing for the ceremony. Dreams require effort, dedication, and an unwavering commitment to give your all, without expecting anything in return. And I'm ready to give my 100%.

What I didn't realize was how life had its plans to play Cupid. Some will help, some will hinder, but all will ultimately shape me into someone stronger.

It's true what they say:

*"Agar kisi cheez ko dil se chaaho, toh poori kaaynat usse tumse milaane ki koshish mein lag jaati hai."*

(If you desire something wholeheartedly, the universe conspires to bring it to you.) ---

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there will be know flashback for next few chapter.story gonna be fast forward now.i was just building character till now .

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