I meet her gaze, brimming with challenge. "Do you want me to pin you against the wall?" Her eyes flash. "Do you want me to kick you where it hurts?" I smirk and press her against the wall. But she doesn't flinch. "What, you think I'm that book character who'll stutter and go, 'Wh-what are you doing?' just because the male lead comes close?" she taunts. My jaw tightens. "What do you think of yourself, huh?" "Someone out of your league." "Don't try to get on my nerves." "I'm not trying-I'm already there. You're the one getting affected." And just when I think I've got the upper hand... she leans in. "Stay away from me," she whispers near my ear, "because your heart's condition... isn't good." She walks away like a queen-leaving me breathless, heart pounding, and mind reeling. Damn. She's really affecting me. --- What if the one who drives you insane today... is the one who once saved you? Manvi and Kivaansh are parallel lines-chaotic, bold, and full of spark. They don't have egos, but they do have fire. Sunshine souls with a past they don't remember-yet feel pulled to. Between chai and coffee, sarcasm and stares, they keep colliding. Unaware they're chasing a memory that connects them. They weren't looking for love. But maybe love was looking for them. "Kianvi: Tu Mera Koi Na Hoke Bhi Kuch Lage" A tale of soulmates, mischief, and a connection fate wrote long before they met. Because sometimes... destiny is hidden in the last person you'd expect. . .

1st STORY: "I'm the person who's watched you spew venom for the last fifteen minutes while he sat there quietly, still trying to be civil. You planned this whole thing, ambushed him into a fake date, and now you're playing victim and jury?" She stood up too, her voice rising. "Don't interfere. This is between me and Zaviyaar." "Wrong." I snapped. "You re ruining appetite of others" ________ 2ND STORY: "I don't think I can bring profits to you," I said flatly, clutching my bag tighter. "Before you even listened to the proposal, you already rejected it," he said his tone calm but sharp. "If that's your behavior, then you won't grow further. You might as well book your flight back to India." .________ 3RD STORY: I don't want to... I am leaving," I said, turning away. "Ruhi, let's talk," he pleaded. "Just give me one chance to explain myself." "There's nothing left to talk about," I said, my voice colder than I felt inside. _______ MY CHUDAIL TRIO STORY: After stuffing myself with wai-wai, I announced like a war general, "Main chali sone. Ab ek ne bhi disturb kiya na.. corridor mein soyega woh. Bina pillow blanket ke." A minute later, Ruhi barged in. "Side de, mujhe bhi sona hai," she said clearing up space on the bed. She plopped down, and I instantly hugged her like my pillow, throwing both legs on top of her. "Hatt yaar, saans band kar degi tu meri," she groaned. "Hmph..." I turned away only to feel her raise her leg over me in return. "Uff, main thak gayi..." Mannat's voice came from the door. "Zaalim auraton, mujhse bartan dhulwaye aur yahan tum dono maze se so rahi ho." She climbed onto the bed adjusting herself tugging at the blanket. "Mujhe bhi jagah de thodi," she complained. ________ OVERALL TROUPES: Multicouple Lovestory Ride-or-Die Friends The Trio Dynamic Late-Night Confessions No One Understands Me Like You Do Dark Humor _______ (Check Inside For couple TROUPES)