𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒
What happens when
𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐀𝐑𝐀 𝐃𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐏𝐔𝐓𝐑𝐀 - the girl who mastered the art of being unseen,
stitched together with silence and scar tissue,
haunted by the ruins of love and friendsh...
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Everything went downhill the moment we stepped onto Rathore's property—long before we even realized it belonged to Kiaan's long-retired rival.
As it turns out, he's also Aadhisha's strict elder brother—the one she's terrified of. And "terrified" might actually be putting it lightly. She said he might even hit her for getting lost.
Even though I was nothing more than a stranger in her life, I promised her one thing: he wouldn't lay a hand on her.
I wouldn't let him.
But the moment Kiaan and Aakash met, it was like a silent war ignited and Aadhisha was, luckily and unlikely, sidelined.
The Rivalry was so back.
I never played beyond the state level—partly because I didn't see a future in it, and partly because my mom was firmly against it.
The day I dropped football for her sake, it stopped feeling the same. I couldn't enjoy it anymore, because the very thing that brought me joy was also the reason for her disappointment.
Kiaan, on the other hand, continued playing till national level and lived by one rule: never—and I mean never—consider anyone a rival.
He didn't have to.
His god-tier skills made competition laughable.
Not once. Not twice.
Thrice.
Three saves that didn't just stop the ball—they stopped the game.
And for the first time, the striker, Kiaan, wasn't the headline.
The defender was.
From then on, it was always head-to-head, eye-to-eye. Off the field, they pulled every trick in the book to wipe each other out.
Sometimes it was just petty fights—"who's worse" and all that nonsense—but other times, it got real: trashing cars, sabotage, public spats.
Kiaan still can't legally drive, but he owns a whole fleet of cars he's waiting to inherit.
Aakash, two years older, shares that same taste for engines—but prefers bikes, one of which Kiaan once tried to puncture.
When Aakash found out, he crashed one of Kiaan's parties in retaliation and spread false rumors of illegal dr*g dealings.
It could've led to serious consequences—investigations, suspension—if Kiaan weren't a Malhotra. And if Vedika di hadn't stepped in.
I don't know why she always treats this idiot like one of us. She's the only one, aside from us twins, who has direct access to him. A devil's call, honestly.
So when Vedika di called, I shoved the phone into his hand. He needed to calm the hell down before he blew the entire trip to pieces.
After the call, he looked steadier—more in control. But what pissed me off?
