" A Promise...which totally changed Dhruv Maheshwari's life "
" A trust...which bounded them together "
" A tale where responsibility becomes life, It felt like it was their destiny "
♡ 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐀𝐁 𝐗 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐓 𝐒𝐀𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀 ♡
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Dhruv entered his cabin, slamming the door shut behind him, his face twisted in fury. He dropped into his chair with a thud and ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "Samajhti kya hai apne aap ko?" he muttered under his breath, his voice filled with annoyance.
( What does she think of herself ?
Vihaan Agrawal, seated across from him, looked up from his book. Seeing his friend seething with anger, he leaned forward curiously. "Kya huaa, bhai? Itne gusse mein kyun h?" he asked, his tone calm and soothing.
( What happened? Why are you fuming with anger ? )
( Vihaan Agrawal, was a 25-year-old History Professor at the prestigious Maheshwari Institute of Arts and Technology and Dhruv's best friend since his first day in Maheshwari Institute. )
"Woh... woh ladki!" Dhruv practically spat out, his eyes flashing with irritation. "Pata nahi kya samajhti hai apne aap ko!" His voice was edged with frustration, and he balled his fists on the desk.
( That...that girl )
( What does she she think of herself )
"Konsi ladki, bhai?" Vihaan asked, now thoroughly intrigued.
( Which girl )
"Arey, abhi mein ek ladki se takra gaya tha! Khud dekh kar chalna aata nahi, aur mujhse keh rahi thi ki dekh kar nahi chal sakte?" Dhruv's expression darkened as he recalled the encounter, his voice dripping with indignation.
( I just collided with a girl! She herself doesn't know how to walk carefully, and she was telling me that I can't walk carefully )
Vihaan raised an eyebrow, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "Kon thi woh ladki? I mean, student thi ya professor?" He asked, trying to hide his amusement at seeing his usually composed friend so riled up.
( Who was that ? I mean, was she Student or Professor ? )
"Pata nahi, par jo bhi thi, bahut badtameez thi!" Dhruv fumed, his nostrils flaring. "Bhagwan kare, main aaj ke baad uska chehra kabhi na dekhu!"
( I don't know, but whoever she was, she was very rude! )
( God forbid I ever see her face again )
Vihaan couldn't help but chuckle softly. "Haan, theek hai, mat dekhna. Par abhi shant ho ja, teri class hai 9:15 se," he reminded him gently and handed Dhruv a glass of water from the small table nearby. "Le, paani pi."
( Yes, okay, don't look. But calm down now, you have class at 9:15 )
( Have some water )
Dhruv took the glass with a huff and gulped down the water in one go, still visibly agitated. "Hmm..." he hummed softly, slamming the empty glass on the table.
Dhruv glanced at the clock on the wall. It read 9:10 AM. Taking a deep breath, he pushed himself up from the chair and straightened his posture. "Chal, ab mein chalta hoon," he muttered curtly, his voice calmer now.
