Her, In Every Way But Mine
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College was supposed to be about memories-late-night laughs, last-minute assignments, and friendships that would last a lifetime. But somewhere between stolen glances in crowded hallways and quiet walks under the evening sky, I found something I wasn't supposed to.
She was my friend-the closest I'd ever been to love. But love was never ours to have.
Between stolen moments and blurred lines, I let myself believe in something that was never meant to be mine. The warmth of her touch, the weight of her gaze-it was everything and nothing at once.
But in the end, love is not about who holds you the closest. It's about who lets go first.
Some love stories aren't meant to be written and some leave behind nothing but an ache.
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𝕸𝖊𝖆𝖓𝖙 𝖙𝖔 𝖇𝖊 𝕸𝖎𝖓𝖊
𝐀𝐚𝐝𝐲𝐚 𝐒𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 ~ " 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅 , 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 , 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒈𝒊𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒖𝒏𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒆𝒅, 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 , 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒆𝒏 𝒃𝒚 𝒔𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒆 !" 𝐄𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐧 𝐊𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐲𝐚𝐩 ~ "𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒕𝒐 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒍𝒍 𝑰 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒃𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒃𝒆𝒂𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒇𝒖𝒍 𝒆𝒚𝒆𝒔..... 𝑻𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒉𝒂𝒗𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕 , 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒅𝒂𝒎𝒏 𝑰 𝒘𝒊𝒔𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒂𝒕 𝒑𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝒑𝒖𝒎𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒓𝒈𝒂𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔. 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒃𝒆 𝒊𝒏𝒗𝒊𝒔𝒊𝒃𝒍𝒆 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒐𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒔 , 𝒚𝒆𝒕 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒐𝒏𝒍𝒚 𝒐𝒏𝒆 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒏𝒕 𝒕𝒐 𝒍𝒐𝒐𝒌 𝒂𝒕 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒘𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒆 𝒍𝒊𝒇𝒆 !! " Dedication ~ To all my girlies, who always wanted to experience a clumsy teenage love. That falling in love for the first time, talking, blushing and smiling like a rhyme, looking around for each other in every corner of college. Him blushing after seeing you and still acting cool.
Some stories bloom in sunshine. This one took root in shadows. For every beginning is not loud. Some slip in quietly-like a secret. Like a glance held a second too long. Like a name you weren't supposed to remember... but did. At Regalia Reynolds Global University, appearances were everything. Beneath the gleaming towers, designer labels, and curated smiles, truths were buried deep-hidden behind last names that weighed like crowns. Prisha Goyal didn't belong to that world. Not by blood. Not by bank balance. She was a girl with a past too heavy for her age, and dreams stitched together by hope and resilience. She wasn't looking to be noticed-not by the elite who ruled the halls with old money and sharper smiles. But life has a habit of unraveling even the most carefully woven plans. The Four Princes didn't need new players in their world. Yet fate introduced her anyway. To most, they were unreachable. To her, they became something else entirely. Enemies. Friends. Confidants. Strangers. And eventually... something far more complicated. As friendships formed in the unlikeliest corners, and laughter echoed through shared dorm kitchens and unspoken pain, the lines began to blur. Loyalties tested through whispered betrayals. Between affection and obsession. Truth and illusion. Trust and betrayal. And somewhere between the stolen glances, cruel misunderstandings, and gentle touches that meant far too much, something deeper began to bloom. Each thread Prisha tugged unraveled another mystery-about her past, about those she called friends, and about the man whose eyes always lingered just a little too long. Because love doesn't arrive in declarations. Sometimes, it creeps in-slowly, silently-until it wraps around your heart like ivy. And when the masks fall, when the truths finally surface, the question remains: Who will still be standing? P.S: It is a slow burn romance
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