𝐕𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐚𝐧 𝐑𝐚𝐣𝐯𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢 𝐗 𝐉𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐯𝐢 𝐌𝐚𝐝𝐚𝐧.
In a world that screams, I stand in despair,
My voice drowned out, lost in the air.
Chains of tradition tighten each day,
I long to escape, but I'm forced to stay.
Each breath I take feels...
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✨Ek pyaar ka naghma hai✨
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V I V A A N
One week later.
A week had passed, and like every other day, I entered the college gates in my car. The weather in Mumbai was surprisingly pleasant today, a gentle breeze cutting through the usual humidity. Parking my car, I made my way toward the canteen, to meet my friends.
Friends, not Tanish.
He isn’t in this college with me. Yeah, we’re best friends and have been inseparable since childhood, like her brother Shaurya Khanna and my brother Maanveer Rajvanshi, but life had its own plans. I wasn’t in Mumbai either until recently—I had been studying elsewhere, but now I’ve transferred here. Yet somehow, Tanish manages to pop up whenever he feels like it. Pune isn’t exactly next door, but he treats the distance like it’s a short walk, and we usually end up catching up here at the university or in club, because he hardly come to Rajvanshi Mansion.
Today, though, it was just me. And that’s when I saw her.
Jhanvi.
She was sitting at a corner table in the canteen, her fingers wrapped around a coffee cup. She had on this loose shirt and pants combo that somehow looked cooler than it had any right to. Her hair was tied up in a high ponytail, but a couple of wavy strands had escaped, falling perfectly over her face. She was… well, she looked like she always does—calm, composed, and completely out of reach.
I know she doesn’t like me.
Well, she doesn’t like most people, actually.
It’s not just me. She has this way of maintaining a polite but very clear distance from boys—like she’s allergic to the entire species.
