" 𝐼𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑜𝑤 𝑜𝑓 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑔𝑙𝑖𝑡𝑡𝑒𝑟, 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑒 𝑝𝑎𝑖𝑛 𝑟𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑖𝑛𝑠 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑐𝑒𝑎𝑙𝑒𝑑."
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Aisha , her name alone melts the coldest hearts, and her bright smile brightens their days. The cheery, bright, and sometimes...
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Veer paced back and forth by the window, his usually composed demeanor beginning to fray as doubt crept in. His arms were crossed tightly over his chest, muscles tense. "Do you guys think we did the right thing?" he asked, his voice heavy with uncertainty.
His narrowed eyes flicked to Divyansh, who sat lounging on the couch without a care in the world.
Divyansh leaned back casually, arms sprawled across the backrest, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. He shrugged as though this was all a game. "Of course we did. I'm damn sure she'll come back." His tone brimmed with far too much confidence, a smugness that didn't quite sit well with the others. "Trust me. She won't be able to stay away."
Rivaan, standing with his hands buried in his pockets, let out a low, skeptical huff. "Yeah, but what's her reaction going to be when she sees us?" His expression was a mixture of dread and resignation, as if bracing for the inevitable storm Aisha would bring.
Before anyone could answer, the door flew open with a dramatic bang, slamming into the wall so hard the hinges rattled.
Radhika stormed in, eyes gleaming with a blend of amusement and disbelief. "Oh, she's definitely going to beat your asses," she declared, shaking her head in mock frustration. "Congrats, boys. You've officially screwed it up." She punctuated her words with a slow, sarcastic clap. "Bravo."
Trailing behind her, Manvi entered with an exaggerated sigh, her usual cheerfulness replaced with exasperation. "Seriously, you guys shouldn't have used her name in the media like that. What were you even thinking?" Her voice hovered somewhere between a scolding mother and a friend who couldn't believe what she was hearing.
Gaurav, clinging to Manvi like she was his shield, poked his head out from behind her shoulder. "I just hope she doesn't give you her worst punishment," he muttered.
From his quiet spot in the corner, Arjun looked up, curious. His usually cold demeanor softened just a little as he spoke. "And what exactly is the 'worst punishment'?" He raised a brow, intrigued by the mention of something so ominous.
Anaya, leaning casually against the doorframe, snickered. "Oh, you should ask the person who knows firsthand." Her voice dripped with amusement as she jerked her thumb toward Aditya, who had been trying, unsuccessfully, to blend into the background.
All eyes turned to Aditya, who froze in place, his face paling as though someone had just walked over his grave. His eyes widened in sheer terror, and he visibly shuddered. "I... I hate it," he whispered, his voice barely audible, as if speaking the words out loud might bring the memory back to life. The mere thought of Aisha's 'punishment' was enough to make him tremble.
Vikram, who had remained silent until now, let out a low, amused chuckle. "That bad, huh?" he asked, his smirk growing wider.
Aditya, still looking like he'd seen a ghost, nodded furiously. "You have no idea."
