...The art of falling in love...( Abhira❤️Armaan)

4.Freshers party...

The atmosphere was electric at the Freshers' Party,  Music thumped from the speakers, illuminating the dimly lit hall with vibrant colors and excitement. Students adorned in heavy makeup and glamorous outfits danced under the strobe lights, their laughter echoing as they celebrated the beginning of a new chapter. The party went on, and glances were exchanged, stories were shared.

In the shadows of the event, AARRC anxiously waited for one particular individual-Abhira. Each of them wore mischievous grins, secretly plotting to throw a prank on her. They believed she was their unwitting target, a girl too naive to grasp the consequences of their actions.

Armaan, stood among them, blissfully unaware of their intentions .His hands tucked casually in his jeans pockets, but his mind was elsewhere. He looked up occasionally, scanning the faces of departing students, waiting expectantly for one particular person ( Abhira).

The entrance gate swung open, . Armaan's eyes flicked toward the gate, a grin widening on his face. " as soon as he saw her,Lost in her beauty, Armaan felt his heart race.

And all eyes turned as Abhira stepped inside the auditorium. She was a vision in a flowing white gown that shimmered like moonlight, its simplicity accentuating her natural beauty. The room fell silent for a moment, then murmurs erupted.

"Look at her dress!" Roohi shouted, her voice dripping with envy.

"Seriously? What is she wearing?" Charu scoffed, shaking her head. The other students exchanged glances filled with judgment.

Armaan gaze, however, was riveted to Abhira. Her simplicity held an allure he hadn't expected , he wonders How could someone look so radiant in a dress that, on anyone else, might have seemed plain?Where others donned layers of makeup and extravagant outfits, she wore an unpretentious grace that pierced through the elaborate masks they all hid behind. He felt a stir of admiration within him, warming his heart.

"Where are you lost?" charu asked, interrupting his thoughts. Armaan blinked, momentarily shaken. "Nowhere," he replied, his voice steady despite the storm of admiration swirling within him. "Let's just start the party."

Seniors began to organize a game —a dance partner selection where freshers would be blindfolded, and a touch would determine their partners for the evening.
The seniors blindfolded the freshers, “Remember, whoever you touch is your partner!” teased one of the seniors, chuckling as they unleashed the freshers into the chaos of laughter and music.

Tanvi stumbled into Aryan and Rohan grabbed Charu, and soon the music played a lively tune.

Finally, Abhira touched someone firm and warm. She hesitated, a feeling of recognition sparking , she felt an unexpected flutter. The seniors untied their blindfolds, and the reality of her partner shockingly sank in—Armaan stood before her, an amused smile painting his features. Abhira’s cheeks flushed with embarrassment but she was still compelled to gather her courage.

Feeling the rush of the music, Abhira and Armaan stepped onto the dance floor.he Hold her waist. One of his hands found its way to her waist while his other hand clasped hers. She placed one hand on his shoulder, their eyes meeting. They swayed with the rhythm, feeling the energy of the crowd around them.

Halfway through, the dance took an unexpected turn. A sudden push from behind sent Abhira teetering on the edge of balance. Armaan instinctively caught her, their eyes locking in a moment of shock. For a heartbeat, time froze—their world narrowed down to just the two of them. At that moment, his hand unintentionally slipped to her hip, sending both of them into a flurry of startled reactions.

“I—sorry!” he stammered, stepping back immediately, flushing with realization.

“It’s okay,” Abhira assured him, but the warmth of the moment lingered even as she took a step back and exited the dance floor.

The music shifted to something more upbeat, heralding the next round of activities: musical chairs. Sounds of excitement erupted as everyone scrambled for chairs, their laughter echoing through the hall. Aditi, a random fresher and Abhira found themselves in a face-off as the game dwindled. The crowd cheered, voices meshing into a cacophony of “Aditi!” and “Abhira!” but oddly enough, the AARRC group seemed to shift their hope towards Aditi.

Abhira glanced over, she caught Armaan’s gaze fixed on her, a smirk playing on his lips as he subtly mouthed, “Abhira, Abhira, Abhira.” Her heart raced—why was he rooting for her? Surging with determination, Abhira leaned into the game and with a swift move, she claimed the last chair, winning amidst the loud cheers.

The crowd erupted in celebration, but she couldn’t help but notice the playful frowns on the faces of AARRC. Armaan stood apart with an amused smile lingering—his eyes mirrored hers, a shared victory without words

But amidst the revelry, the AARRC group couldn't resist their plan. They knew there was a question-and-answer segment next, a perfect moment to strike.

When Abhira's turn came, she walked to the stage, excitement battling with nervousness in her chest. Just as she began to introduce herself, the AARRC group executed their plan, dousing her with water. Gasps filled the room, and laughter erupted.

Abhira's heart sank as she felt the water seep into her gown, making the fabric cling to her skin. The laughter around her felt like daggers, and a wave of humiliation washed over her. The teachers scolded the mischievous students, but their laughter drowned out the reprimands.

Suddenly, Armaan's instincts kicked in. Seeing her discomfort, he rushed to the stage, taking off his coat and draping it over her shoulders in a protective gesture. "Abhira, it's okay," he began, intending to offer comfort.

But in that moment, anger surged within her. She snatched her arm from his grasp and slapped him hard across the face. "Now you're happy to see me like this?" she yelled, her voice ringing through the auditorium. "You don't have any respect for girls! Don't think I'm crying because of you! I'm crying out of anger!"

You think this will break me?" she announced, her voice clear and steady over the laughter. "Your jokes might seem funny to you, but my worth is not measured by your cruelty. Laugh if you want, but I will not be defined by your actions."

Students murmured. Eyes darted back and forth, some in disbelief at her outburst, others buzzing with excitement over the unexpected drama unfolding. "Did she really just slap him?" they whispered. "What just happened?"

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