Aadesh was expecting a soft romance. The one which he read about in books, the one which swept him off his feet and made him feel alive. The one that took his breath away. Instead, the new boy at school finds that his classmate was emotionally sponsored by Gotham city. His little devil did have the ability to take his breath away. Literally. The girl with the secrets she so desperately tries to hide. The girl with the blade she holds so lovingly against his neck. The girl who's blood spills as if it has a mind of its own, trying to lead astray the curious into forests with dangers she's curated herself.' He didn't want to be in her life, not with her secretive, psychopathic tendencies. Not with his heart beating out of his chest for reasons he couldn't fathom. But somehow, he was. And came with her the dream package. The guy who jokes like nothing matters, patches people up while inventing new expletives, and somehow always ends up right in the middle of things he claims he doesn't care about. The boy who believes in doing the "right thing," even when it's messy, inconvenient, and emotionally expensive, and still stands his ground like it's a personal religion. And that one doll. Soft edges and controlled silence, like satin wrapped around something sharp. She doesn't raise her voice, she doesn't need to. She moves people without them noticing they've been moved, leaves questions instead of answers, and somehow always stays just outside the reach of certainty. Aadesh Malhotra was expecting he'd live a normal life. But curiosity did kill the cat. (or that one time when wannabe golden retriever detective fell for the girl who could make 'good morning' sound mildly threatening.)

'' Legends says if you can't fall asleep means that you are awake in someone's dream" she said while looking directly into his eyes he has the purest eyes she has ever seen. ''That is why you can't fall asleep for months cause you were awake in my dreams."he replied with a soft smile spreading on his lips. ............ . . . . . . 💫TROPES💫 ➡️Krisha and Rajvansh ▪️Love at first sight ▪️He fell first, he fell harder ▪️Always ready to fight x cool and calm never wants to fight with anyone ▪️Gane sune Bina neend nahi aati x use dekh kar sukoon milta hai ➡️ Khushi and shreyas ▪️childhood sweethearts ▪️Friends to lovers ▪️She fell first, she fell harder ▪️Pyar bharosa hai x pyar tabahi hai ➡️ Shreya and Shikhar ▪️ Ameer baap ki sudhri hui aulaad x Ameer maa ki sanskari aulaad ▪️ High school lovers ▪️He fell first and both fell harder ▪️Love after getting insulted . . . . . . . Let's dive into purity of love In the world of rajvansh and krisha. Shreya and shikhar Khushi and shreyas ............. Finding the true meaning of love , friendship , care , fear of losing someone special and feeling of being loved from someone.

♡ [ Update Schedule ] ♡ Monday • Wednesday • Saturday • Sunday ♡♡♡♡♡ Welcome to our classroom, also known as the "Battlefield of Boys vs Girls." Here's the rule: Girls sit on one side. Boys sit on the other. No talking, no smiling, no "accidental eye contact," because apparently if you say hi to a boy, boom-congratulations, you're "in love." So yeah, silence keeps the drama away. At least it did- until he walked in. The transfer student. The same boy who used to bully me in 1st and 3rd grade, steal my crayons, and call me "Loud speaker." Now he's back, sitting across the room, smirking like karma personally invited him. Of course, I'm not the type to stay quiet. So now it's prank vs prank, insult vs insult, and chaos vs me trying not to throw a chair. But somewhere between all the roasting and revenge... things got weirdly romantic. I swear I don't like him. (It's just that his stupid smile keeps showing up in my brain uninvited.) So yeah-this class has rules. And we're about to break every single one of them... for love.