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Yash punching the bag, memories of Rooh flooding his mind.
That night, after seeing her again after five years, he couldn't control himself when she kissed him, begging him to love her.
He shouldn't have done that...
He should have pushed her away...
Only he knew how badly he wanted to hug her, but he also told himself that he couldn't.
Arjun walked in, spotting Yash punching the bag. "So, what's your plan?"
Yash shrugged, "No plan. Just win the match."
For the last few days rooh didn't leave a single chance to get close to yash, and yash is lossing it.
all he wants is to go hug her and shower her with his kisses...
He kept punching...
Arjun stepped in front, pushing him back. "Enough. You've hurt her enough. Talk to her, Yash. This isn't how things work. You had a rough past, but she's your future. Why don't you see that?" he said, shoving him again.
"Just tell her!" Arjun says...
A voice cut in from behind. "Tell her what?" Rooh stood there in her training clothes, eyebrow raised.
Arjun and Yash froze. Yash turned away, focusing on his punches.
"Hey, Rooh," Arjun said, trying to play it cool.
"Why are you here?"
"What's going on?" Rooh asked.
"Nothing. Finals are near; he's just stressed," Arjun replied quickly.
"So, why are you here?"
Rooh crossed her arms. "I'm sponsoring you, remember? Thought I'd see how good your friend really is."
She glanced at Yash, then moved closer, stopping just inches from his punching bag.
He clenched his jaw and kept punching, trying to ignore her. When she blocked his next punch, he stopped inches away and glared. "Are you crazy? I could've hit you," he snapped.
Rooh grinned.
"You wouldn't," she teased.
Yash closed his eyes, sighed, and moved to another bag. She followed, standing in his way again.
Frustrated, he tore off his gloves and turned to leave, but she grabbed his hand.
"What do you want?" he asked, exasperated.
"You," she said without hesitation, eyes steady.
"What?" Yash stared at her, stunned.
She smirked. "I want you to train me. Teach me boxing. A beautiful girl like me needs to know how to punch." She leaned in playfully.
"You know, for self-defense."
Yash shook his head.
"No." But Rooh wasn't backing down.
"If you don't train me," she warned, "I'll ask someone else."
"Go ahead," Yash replied, rolling his eyes.
"Not my problem." He walked off, sitting on the sidelines, pretending not to care.
Rooh smirked, then walked over to another shirtless guy, asking him to train her.
The guy glanced at Yash, who ignored them. "Why are you looking at him?" Rooh asked.
"I'm asking you, and I'm your sponsor."
