In a world where love teeters on the edge of obsession, she clings to the man who has wounded her time and again. Her heart, bound by a love so fierce it consumes her, refuses to let go, even as he repeatedly falters. But beneath her unwavering devo...
Suggested song : "Pehla Pyaar" from the movie Kabir Singh💞
Sanna was sitting under the old banyan tree, a slight breeze rustling the leaves above her as she mindlessly scrolled through her phone, waiting for Neha. She was enjoying the calm of the late afternoon when she felt a sudden tap on her shoulder. Before she could react, two arms wrapped around her in a loose hug.
"Hey, Sanna!" Ankit said, smiling brightly as he pulled her into a brief, friendly embrace.
Sanna blinked, caught off guard. "Ankit? What are you....?? "
"Just wanted to say thanks for those notes, yaar. You really saved me!!!" he grinned, stepping back.
Sanna chuckled awkwardly, patting him on the back. "Uh, no problem. You didn't need to hug me for that, though," she joked, trying to make light of the situation.
Unbeknownst to them, Keyan's friends Rohit, Ashish, and Bishal were lounging at the café nearby, their eyes catching the hug from a distance. Rohit, always one to stir things up, raised an eyebrow and smirked as he pulled out his phone.
Later: Keyan Gets Bombarded with Messages....
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Keyan had just finished his workout and was wiping the sweat off his brow when his phone buzzed several times in quick succession. At first, he ignored it, but after a minute, the relentless notifications piqued his curiosity.
He unlocked his phone, only to be met with a series of messages from his friends:
Rohit: "Bro, Ankit was all over Sanna today. A little too friendly, don't you think?"
Ashish: "Dude, saw Ankit hugging your girl. Is everything good there? 👀"
Bishal: "Man, Sanna looked way too comfortable with Ankit under that banyan tree. Thought you should know."
Keyan's eyes darkened with every message. His chest tightened, and the familiar surge of possessiveness and anger swirled inside him. By the time Aryan walked over, Keyan was staring at his phone, his jaw clenched, and his knuckles white from gripping it too hard.
"What's up, man?" Aryan asked, sensing something was wrong.
"Ankit," Keyan spat, his voice low and menacing. "He hugged Sanna today. My friends won't stop messaging me about it."
Aryan raised an eyebrow. "A hug? Seriously?"
Keyan's expression grew darker. "You didn't see how they described it. This isn't just some casual 'hey, thanks' hug. He's crossing a line, and I'm not okay with it."
Aryan could see the storm brewing but tried to calm his friend. "Keyan, you need to chill. You're overreacting."
Keyan's eyes flashed, and he slammed his locker shut with a loud bang, startling a few people around them. "No, Aryan. I told her to stay away from him, and now this??? I'm not gonna let this slide...."
