mishraa_s
They don't write rules like this
unless someone already broke them.
Good girls don't date Bosco boys.
Everyone knows it. Everyone believes it.
And she was never the kind of girl who tested limits.
She was careful. Disciplined. Untouched by scandal.
The kind of girl who walked past trouble without ever looking back.
"Tum perfect ho," they said.
And she wore that perfection like armor.
Until him.
He wasn't a mistake.
He was a warning.
A Bosco boy with a reputation that followed him like a shadow-
sharp eyes, colder silences, and a past no one dared to ask about.
The kind of boy parents fear and girls are told to avoid.
"Usse door rehna," they told her.
But distance doesn't mean anything when someone starts living in your head.
It began quietly-
a glance held too long,
a conversation that felt like crossing a line,
a heartbeat that refused to slow down.
"Yeh galat hai..." she said once, barely breathing.
He stepped closer. Not stopping. Never stopping.
"Galat cheezein hi sabse zyada yaad rehti hain."
And just like that-
rules blurred,
lines disappeared,
and she stopped being the girl who walked away.
Because loving him wasn't an accident.
It was a choice.
A dangerous, irreversible choice.
"Unhone kaha tha woh mujhe tod dega..."
She smiles now, softer, darker.
"Unhe yeh nahi pata tha... main tootna chahti thi."
But boys like him don't just love-
they consume, they destroy, they leave marks that don't fade
or they worship.
Worship her.
Worship the ground she walks on.
Crave her like a prayer they were never meant to believe in.
"Woh usse tod bhi sakta tha...
aur pooj bhi sakta tha."
And maybe that was the real danger-
not that he could ruin her...
...but that he wanted her too much to ever let her go.
And girls like her?
They don't come back the same.
Because in the end-
Good girls don't date Bosco boys...
they survive them
or they just give up .!
~ sakshi mishra
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