𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜 𝗚𝗢𝗘𝗟 has one rule-academics above all. No distractions. No unnecessary friendships. Definitely no boys. She's here to be the best, and nothing-not fate, not emotions, not love-will stand in her way. But then comes 𝗨𝗧𝗞𝗔𝗥𝗦𝗛 𝗦𝗛𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗥𝗜. ✧ A backbencher. ✧ A genius who never studies but always tops. ✧ Reckless, relentless, infuriating. From the moment he sees her, he knows-she's it. The only girl who can challenge him, spark his mind, and make his heart race. But Vidushi doesn't believe in love. Not the kind he offers. Not the kind that consumes. --- "Why do you keep chasing me?" Vidushi's voice was sharp, her arms crossed, trying to shield herself. Utkarsh chuckled, not amused, but knowing. "I do not chase, Vidushi... It is love that holds me bound." She scoffed. "Love? Love like that only exists in stories. Siya and Ram's faith, Shiv and Parvati's devotion, Radha and Krishna's divine connection. No one can love like that." He stepped forward, closing the distance. "Siya's love was trust... Parvati's was devotion... Radha's, surrender. I'm not Ram, and you're not Siya. But tell me, Vidushi... can love only be for gods? Can mere humans not love with the same faith, devotion, surrender?" She stilled. "Siya's love was a promise... Parvati's was a prayer... Radha's, eternity beyond lifetimes." A pause. "If love is a temple, then you are my deity. If love is a prayer, then you are the hymn I recite. If love is devotion, then with every breath, I have only worshipped you." Silence. A storm within her. Utkarsh didn't plead. He didn't demand. He simply stood there-his love quiet, unwavering, infinite. And for the first time, Vidushi feared that if true love existed... perhaps Utkarsh had already found it.