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Chapter -11

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Kriti sat on the floor of her bedroom, her back against the cold wall, her knees pulled to her chest. The room was silent except for the faint rustling of leaves outside her window. Yet her mind was anything but quiet. It was a battlefield—her heart and brain locked in a war she could no longer ignore.

He said he loves you.

Siddharth’s confession played on repeat in her head, his words echoing louder than her doubts.

"I love you"

Her heart told her that she loved him too, that she had loved him for longer than she had realized. She thought of the way he made her laugh even on her worst days, the way he always noticed her silence before anyone else did, the way he cared for her without expecting anything in return.

But her brain reminded her of the obstacles—the engagement her father had forced upon her, the guilt of not telling Siddharth earlier, and the fear of stepping into something so vulnerable.

What if you’re too late?

Her hands trembled as she placed them over her heart. She could feel it thundering against her ribcage, loud and insistent.

“No,” she whispered to herself, her voice shaky but firm.

The only one person who cared for her genuinely loves him how would I break his heart

" Ek hi to hai jo mujhse pyaar karta hai , use Naa bolke Dil ni dukha sakti uska aur jitna marji mana karlu pyaar to mujhe bhi us se ho hi gya hai "

( The only one person who loves me , how would I break his heart by saying no and in reality i loves him too)

For the first time in weeks, her heart and brain were in agreement.

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The next day, Kriti stood under the large banyan tree at the far end of the campus, her hands gripping the edge of her dress nervously. The winter air was crisp, and the sunlight filtered through the branches, creating patterns on the ground. She had asked Siddharth to meet her here, away from the noise and prying eyes of the campus.

He arrived minutes later, his familiar lopsided smile already softening her nerves.

" Sab theek hai ? , tumne aese akele bulaya mujhe "

( Everything okay , you called me alone here )

Kriti bit her lip, suddenly unsure of how to start. But when Siddharth tilted his head, waiting patiently, the words spilled out of her.

“Siddharth,” she began, her voice trembling slightly.

" Umm , mujhe kehna tha ki ,,,i ........
It's ki ....
I ....... I love you Siddharth
Mujhe bhi tumse pyaar hogya hai
Kyu , kaise kab pta nhi bss hogya hai "

( I wanna say that I love u , how when why I don't know but I love u )

Siddharth’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he seemed frozen. But then his face broke into the brightest smile Kriti had ever seen.

“Kriti,” he said softly, taking her hands in his.

" I can't believe is it reality or just dream" Siddharth said " hit me"

" What " kriti gets shocked and asked

" Just hit me u want to know if it's dream or reality" Siddharth said his eyes closed

Kriti spalled Siddharth on his arm so hard that he almost lost his balance and was about to fall but somehow managed

" Itna Jo se " Siddharth said in shocked voice as he didn't expected her to be that strong

( That hard)

" Sorry " kriti said holding her ears in front of him

" Koi ni tumhara hi hu jitna maarna hai marlo " Siddharth said taking her hand in his and hugged her

( It's okay, I'm yours beat me how much u want (; )

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Later that evening, Siddharth and Kriti walked through the campus, their hands intertwined. Kriti felt lighter than she had in weeks, her heart full of warmth.

Siddharth stopped near a vendor selling roasted peanuts and bought a small packet. Handing it to Kriti, he said, “Lo. Tumhare aur mere liye ek perfect romantic snack.”
(“Here. A perfect romantic snack for you and me.”)

Kriti laughed, taking the packet. “Romantic? Peanuts romantic kabse ho gaye?”
(“Romantic? Since when did peanuts become romantic?”)

“Jabse tumhare saath khaane lage,” he said with a playful grin.
(“Since I started eating them with you.”)

They sat on a nearby bench, sharing the peanuts and laughing over silly jokes. It was simple, it was ordinary, but it was perfect.

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Shivika stood in the middle of her class , a notebook in her hand. She was practicing  for the college cultural fest, something she had signed up for on a whim.

“Okay, okay, focus, Shivi,” she muttered to herself. “Tum kar sakti ho.”
(“You can do this.”)

" You can do this " her all team members also cheared her

She cleared her throat and started rehearsing.

She's done rehearsing her performance and searched for Siddharth but saw him nowhere

She goes to Aman who was about to go to canteen

" Tune Siddharth ko dekha hai kahi " she said making aman chuckle

( Have u seen Siddharth anywhere)

" Kabhi mere baare bhi puchliya kar saara time bss Siddharth" Aman said frustrated and goes from there

( You can even ask about me why always Siddharth)

" Arey " shivi said and made her way past him

( Wait )

" Gussa kyu ho Raha hai mene aese hi pucha tha bss " she said but got no response

( Sorry I just asked )

" Acha sorry, ab nahi poochungi , ...pkka " she said as Aman finally stopped on her track

( I'm sorry, I'm not gonna ask this again , promise)

Aman faces shivika and give her a look with no expressions

Shivika smiled at him and they both goes to their favourite spot canteen

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Rohan sat in his office, staring at the engagement ring his father had given him for Kriti. He spun it between his fingers, lost in thought.

“Kriti ko majboor karna galat hai,” he muttered to himself. “Par kya main uske life ka ek part ban sakta hoon bina usse hurt kiye?”
(“Forcing Kriti is wrong. But can I be a part of her life without hurting her?”)

His phone buzzed with a message from Kriti’s father, reminding him of their upcoming dinner. Rohan sighed, slipping the ring into his pocket. I’ll find a way, he thought. Even if it means letting her go.

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