Samaira Kapoor x Aditya Malhotra
From fierce rivals in the classroom to inseparable partners in love.
Two smart , well -read and insightful law students, solving a crime with focus of suspicion on each other .
But neither of them knows what will h...
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Aanya didn't ask me anything about that night, and I loved her for it.
I could imagine her not bringing it up with Aditya either, respecting the boundaries we had all set in the aftermath of that chaotic evening.
After our conversation, Aditya and I had come to an understanding.
I had told him how I felt, and he had agreed-what happened that night was fueled by liquor, not by us.
It was a relief to know we were both on the same page, that we could move forward without the weight of that night hanging over us.
But there was still one thing I hadn't done: I hadn't opened the box he had given me.
It sat there, untouched, a reminder of a moment I wasn't ready to confront.
Instead, I found comfort in the diamond locket my father had gifted me.
It was shaped like an "S," and its sparkle caught the light in a way that made my heart flutter.
I slipped it around my neck immediately, feeling its cool metal against my skin.
"I'm never taking this off," I promised myself, a vow that felt comforting.
Yet, amidst the warmth of my father's love, a shadow loomed over my heart.
There was one person who hadn't wished me well, who hadn't reached out in what felt like an eternity.
The absence of his voice stung more than I cared to admit. It had been five long years since he last called or texted me, and the silence was a heavy weight I carried with me.
"Oh God," I murmured, burying my face in my pillow, trying to push the thoughts away.
"Maybe one day he will." I longed for the day he would return to his little.......
I couldn't afford to dwell on that. I needed to let go, if only for a moment. I closed my eyes and slept.
I got up early as usual.
The familiar rhythm of my morning run was a ritual I cherished, a way to clear my mind and embrace the day ahead. But today felt different.
As I laced up my shoes and stepped outside, I realized something was missing.
I didn't find him-my running partner, the only guy who shared this passion with me
