Yeh Dil ♥️ - Love Like This

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The news of Rudra and Yuvraj being on the same football team spread like wildfire through the college, becoming the hottest gossip topic in no time. Students buzzed with excitement, speculation, and a touch of fear about the potential chaos that this unusual pairing might bring.

Rohit, Kunj, and Anjali were among the first to hear the news. As they sat together in the canteen, discussing their upcoming assignments, the topic inevitably shifted to the latest college drama.

"Can you believe it?" Anjali exclaimed, her eyes wide with disbelief. "Rudra and Yuvraj on the same team? It's like putting oil and water in the same container!"

Rohit chuckled, a mischievous glint in his eye. "I wonder how that's going to play out," he mused, imagining the potential chaos.

Kunj, ever the realist, shook his head. "I just hope they don't turn the football field into a boxing ring," he said, a touch of worry in his voice. "We don't want to lose the match because of their personal vendetta."

"Don't worry," Rohit reassured him. "I'm sure the coach will keep them in check."

As they continued to speculate about the upcoming football match, a sense of anticipation filled the air. The clash of personalities between Rudra and Yuvraj, their undeniable talent, and the unknown factor of their forced collaboration promised to make it a match to remember.
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Rudra, drenched in sweat, pulled off his jersey, his toned physique on display. A collective gasp echoed from the bleachers as a group of girls, their eyes wide with admiration, let out a series of excited squeals. Rudra chuckled, a hint of amusement playing on his lips. He waved at the girls, their cheers fueling his ego.

As he made his way towards the locker room, he couldn't help but feel a surge of satisfaction. The attention, the admiration – it was something he thrived on. But as he entered the locker room, a familiar figure caught his eye, disrupting the pleasant reverie.

Rohit, his face flushed with embarrassment, stood by his locker, his eyes darting nervously around the room. He opened his mouth to speak, but his words caught in his throat.

"What are you doing here?" Rudra asked, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "Aren't you supposed to be in your classroom?"

Rohit stammered, his words a jumbled mess. "I was...uh...told to get something from the locker room. Some seniors...they said they'd tear up my notes if I didn't."

Rudra's amusement turned into a flicker of anger.

"Just sit down and wait for me," he said, his voice firm. "I'll be quick."

Rohit nodded, relief washing over him. He sank onto a bench, his eyes scanning the locker room.

The sight of Rudra, his toned body glistening with sweat, sent a strange flutter in his chest. He quickly dismissed the the quick heartbeat, focusing on the task at hand – waiting for Rudra to finish his shower.

Rudra emerged from the locker room a few minutes later, his hair damp and his muscles relaxed. Rohit's gaze lingered on him, a mix of admiration and something else he couldn't quite define.

"I'm done," Rudra announced, his voice carrying a hint of amusement. "Let's go."

Rohit nodded, his cheeks flushing slightly as he stood up. As they walked out of the locker room, he couldn't help but feel a strange sense of connection with Rudra.

It was a confusing feeling, a puzzle he couldn't quite piece together. But one thing was certain – this encounter had added a new dimension to their relationship, a layer of complexity that promised to make their future interactions even more intriguing.