Tara
The room buzzed with laughter, music humming low in the background, glasses clinking, bodies leaning too close, too comfortable.
I had never done something like this before—never sat in a circle of friends, knees almost touching, waiting for a silly game to begin.
And yet… my heart was racing like it actually mattered.
“I know we’ll play the King’s Game,” Ananya announced, sitting cross-legged like she owned the room—which, honestly, she did. “Everyone gets a chit. One of them says king. Whoever gets it can ask anything—no lies. If you lie…” she grinned, eyes sparkling mischievously, “…you get punished.”
A chorus of “yeah!” echoed around the circle.
She dropped the folded chits into a bowl and passed them around. My fingers brushed against someone’s—warm, steady. I didn’t look up, but I knew.
Aditya.
I quickly picked a chit, unfolding it carefully.
Numbers. Just numbers.
“Alright,” Ananya clapped, “first round!”
Chits opened. A pause. Then—
“I’m the king,” Rahul declared, leaning back like he had been waiting his whole life for this moment. “Number 13… stand up.”
Kartik groaned as he rose.
Aditya smirked. “Ooooh, Rahul… ask something spicy.”
Rahul didn’t even hesitate. “Kartik… do you still have feelings for Rashmi?”
The room exploded.
“OHHHHHH!”
Kartik rolled his eyes. “No, I don’t.”
“Liar,” Aditya shot back instantly. “You literally lit up when I mentioned her earlier.”
“Yeah!” Varun added, laughing. “We all saw that.”
Rahul leaned forward, eyes narrowing playfully. “Then I guess… you lied. So here’s your punishment.”
Kartik looked suspicious already. “What now?”
“You have to kiss someone.” Rahul paused, a wicked smile forming.
“Anyone… except Rashmi.”
The room lost it again.
“What the hell?” Kartik laughed nervously. “Whom am I supposed to kiss? I don’t even have a girlfriend!”
Rahul shrugged. “Not my problem.”
Kartik’s gaze scanned the circle… then landed on Ananya.
She instantly raised a hand. “Don’t even think about it. I’m your sister.”
“Please,” Kartik clasped his hands dramatically. “My sweet sister, save me.”
Ananya narrowed her eyes, then smirked. “Fine. But I want money. Right now.”
A few seconds later—
“Done,” Kartik said, waving his phone.
“Good,” she leaned closer.
But just as their faces moved in—
Rahul stepped in between them.
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Fated strings of love
FantasyFalling for a red flag is normal isn't it, but Tara's life totally changes when she falls for Aditya, a definition of bad boy with a golden heart. But after meeting him She starts having weird precognitive dreams, where she finds herself ruined...
