Shivansh Raghuvanshi x Isha Maheshwari
"I don't believe in this shit, do not accept anything from me, i don't have time to waste no this shit called love, you have time u can say no. "
"YOU ARE MINE GET THIS IN YOUR BRAIN
YOU ARE FUVKING MINE JAAN...
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Shivansh's POV
The vote didn’t go as smoothly as I’d hoped. It seemed like everyone had a different preference, and no one was willing to back down. The debate dragged on until Arjun smirked and said, “Let’s settle this once and for all—horror movie.”
I glanced at him, unimpressed. “Really? That’s your grand suggestion?”
Arjun shrugged. “It’s the only genre that’ll shut everyone up. Plus, it’ll be fun to see who gets scared.”
Before anyone could argue, Avi chimed in with a grin, “Yeah, let’s do it. Horror it is!”
I noticed Ishika's glance at Isha, a knowing smile playing on her lips. “What about you, Isha? Are you okay with horror?” she asked in a tone that didn’t seem entirely innocent.
Isha froze for a second, clearly hesitant, but then she nodded quickly, avoiding everyone’s eyes. “It’s fine. Whatever you all want.”
I narrowed my eyes. She wasn’t fine, but she wasn’t going to admit it either. For some reason, that only made me more curious.
The lights dimmed, and the movie began. It didn’t take long for the first scare to hit—a loud, sudden scream that made even me flinch slightly. Isha jumped in her seat, clutching the armrest like it was her lifeline.
I didn’t buy it. Something in the way she shifted uncomfortably told me she wasn’t fine, but she wasn’t about to admit it, either. I stayed quiet, watching her.
With the decision made, Arjun pulled up a classic horror movie, the kind that thrived on jump scares and eerie silence. The lights were dimmed, and as the opening credits rolled, I saw Isha fidget slightly in her seat. She was sitting beside me—unintentionally, I assumed—but the closer the movie got to its first scare, the more tense she seemed.
The first scream in the movie was sudden, loud, and unexpected. Isha flinched visibly, her hand clutching the armrest tightly. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw her take a quick, shallow breath as if trying to steady herself.
“Are you scared already?” I teased quietly, leaning just close enough for her to hear.
She shot me a glare, though it lacked conviction. “No.”
But I didn’t miss the way her hands trembled slightly when the next eerie scene played out.
A few minutes later, the tension in the movie escalated. The creaking of a door, the ominous background music, and then—another sudden scare. This time, Isha practically jumped in her seat and, without thinking, grabbed my arm.
