In Dwarka, there was a well-known centre. The name of that institute was Abhinav Coaching Centre (ACC). Every day, many students came there to study. That day, a girl entered the centre. She was a student of 11th standard, studying sincerely, quietly, in her own world. She had long hair falling softly on her shoulders, pink girlish lips, brown-black eyes that always reflected innocence, and chocolate-toned skin. She looked around 16-17 years old.Her name was Prisha Gupta. Her tuition teacher was Abhinav Rajput. He was tall and handsome, with brown eyes and neatly styled black hair. He was around 24-25 years old and had been teaching Prisha since 9th standard. For Prisha, he was not just a teacher but someone she respected deeply.Their school's name was Vidya Public School, and Abhinav Rajput was also a trustee of that school. Abhinav had a younger brother who had recently joined the coaching centre in the middle of 11th standard. His name was Abhijeet Rajput. He was tall, young, and handsome-almost a reflection of his elder brother. His eyes were brownish, his skin fair, and his age around 17-18. In school, he mostly stayed quiet, though people considered him a flirt. He was a science student of 11th standard and, according to everyone, had been completely spoiled by his family's love and money. But that was only what the world saw. Behind that calm face, there was a dark past. He stayed quiet, tense, suffocated-as if something inside him was always breaking. He was almost depressed. That was the reason his elder brother Abhinav sent him to Jaipur for two years, hoping that a change of place would help him heal. ꧁──────ஓ๑♡๑ஓ──────꧂ © All rights reserved. © All Rights Reserved.

"Veer, listen to me. It's not like..." "NOT ANOTHER WORD" Veer said in a calm yet dangerous manner, causing Ruhi to zip her mouth. he grabbed her arm, pushed her onto the bed, and hovered over her. "Do you think I'm a puppet?" Veer asked, to which Ruhi shook her head. "You must be so full of yourself that you can control me as you please right?," he asked in a hushed voice, grabbing her hand from and pressing it onto the bed. "No, Veer it's..." "SHUT UP" he shouted. "Never call me Veer again it's Veeransh for you" ‹𝟹 (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) Thakur Veeransh Singh, a 27-year-old businessman. Arrogant and cold yet calm, has always gotten whatever he desired. But this time, what he wanted was a tender soul. He didn't know how to express his feelings, so how could he tell her what she meant to him? Ruhi Sharma, a 25-year-old nurse with a heart full of compassion and love for everyone, only wishes to have a place in others' hearts. But how can she understand the emotions hidden deep inside his heart? She doesn't know what mistake she made that caused him to hate her so much. Two different people with different perspectives, yet neither knows how to express what's in their hearts. What will happen when fate brings them together? ────୨ৎ──── ©All right reserved