INSEPARABLE HEARTS 2

CHAPTER 103

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The school was buzzing — the annual Cultural Week was here. Music echoed through the halls, costumes floated between classrooms, and teams were being finalized for dance, drama, and fashion shows. The tension wasn’t just in the air, it was stitched into every look, every silence, every smile.

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Keerthi's POV:

I was flipping through the registration board when Caroline nudged me.

“Dance pairs are final. You’re not gonna like this.”

“What do you mean?” I asked.

She just tilted her head toward the list.

My heart dipped.

"Dance - Maeve & Angad."

I stared at the names like they were in bold red. But I kept a straight face.

“Oh. Cool,” I said, faking a shrug.

Caroline raised an eyebrow. “You okay?”

“I’m fine. It’s just a dance, right?”
I smiled. She didn’t buy it.

I watched from across the hall. Maeve laughed at something Angad said. He helped her with her file. She touched his shoulder lightly. My jaw tightened. But I told myself it’s fine. We’re friends now. Just friends.

Even if I feel like my heart wants to scream.

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Abeer’s POV:

I found her sitting near the staircase, headphones in, head down—Dharshi.

“Hey,” I said, voice soft.

She glanced up. “Hi.”

“I know you said you need time,” I continued. “And I’ve been thinking about it... a lot. I was angry. You were too. But after everything—we’ve been through too much to throw it away without trying. I’ll wait, Dharshi. As long as it takes. Just… don’t forget how much I love you.”

Her expression didn’t soften, but her silence wasn’t cold—it was conflicted.

“I’m not ready, Abeer,” she whispered. “But I heard you.”

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At the other end of the hall, Ruby leaned against a wall, watching Keerthi walk past Dharshi without a glance. She smirked to herself.

“Perfect,” she muttered. “Let them rip each other apart.”

She had waited for this moment—Dharshi and Keerthi, once unbreakable, now distant, cold. And Ruby soaked in the satisfaction like poison-laced honey.

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In the dance hall, Maeve spun, her hand landing softly in Angad’s. Their movements synced. Her eyes lingered longer than the choreography asked for.