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"My name is Aarohi," I whisper to myself as I walk into the tall glass building of NUR, clutching my books tightly. Twenty-one years old, first-year master's student, and still trying to figure out who I am beyond my past. People look at me and see a quiet, studious girl. What they don't know is that I've been through storms I rarely talk about. The kind of past that leaves cracks in you-broken trust, nights I couldn't sleep, and days I doubted my worth.
The lab was quiet except for the hum of machines and the sound of my pen scratching furiously against paper. My experiment had failed. Again.
"You're pushing too hard," he said from behind me, voice softer than usual.
I didn't look at him. "Easy for you to say. You've already achieved everything. I can't even get one result right."
A pause. Then footsteps. Then the warmth of him standing just behind my chair.
"You're better than you think, Aarohi," he murmured.
I turned-too fast, too angry, too desperate for reassurance-and suddenly we were too close. His eyes locked on mine, his hand brushed against my wrist as if to steady me.
The air snapped between us, heavy, electric.
I don't know who moved first. Maybe it was both of us.
But the next second, his lips were on mine-hard, urgent, consuming.
It lasted only a heartbeat before he pulled away, breath ragged.
"This... this can't happen," he whispered, eyes dark with conflict. And just like that, he was gone, leaving me trembling, lips burning, heart racing.
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He held up his hands, trying to sound casual, but the sight stopped her cold-blood smeared across his fingers, dark and fresh. "Relax, it's nothing," he said smoothly, his voice trying to soothe, but her heart pounded in stark disbelief. Her eyes widened, fixed on the crimson stains, a silent scream caught in her throat. Horror dripped from every glance. "Nothing? You killed him," she whispered, voice barely steady, trembling with a mixture of fear and accusation. "You're a murderer." He scoffed, a cold shadow flickering in his unreadable eyes. "Don't insult me wifey. I'm above that." The weight of his words pressed down like a guillotine as she steadied herself, voice sharp with defiance. "I'll tell everyone. I won't marry you." A slow, cruel smile curved his lips as he leaned in, his breath ghosting against her ear like a deadly promise. "Will you? Go ahead-tell everyone. I'll destroy everything you hold dear, just like your telling would destroy mine. We'll go down together." He leaned closer, his voice dropping to a chilling whisper. "And as for not marrying me... oh wifey , you don't get to choose. You'll be mine-whether it's in a wedding dress, or buried in a legend". He wasn't supposed to pull her in-didn't even understand why he was drawn to her. She wasn't the most beautiful, but something beneath the surface called to him. A ruthless heir haunted by betrayal, he never let strangers close... yet he craved to keep her. ☆☆☆☆
New city, new faces, and completely new feelings. To achieve her goals, Aarohi, a middle-class girl from a small town, arrives in Mumbai, the city of dreams. Her life takes a dramatic turn on the very first day of college. What happens on her first day? What unfolds when two completely different personalities collide? Will love bring Aarohi and Vivaan together, or will destiny keep them apart? Join Aarohi and Vivaan on a roller coaster of emotions, revealing a fresh perspective on love and friendship. ***************************** "Do you think this is funny?" I said pushing him away. "Not at all," he stated. "Then stop playing with my emotions everytime," I yelled. "Really? It's you who is playing with me right now by hiding your feelings," he yelled back. "Okay fine. Tell me. Yes there is something going on between us. There is something that I feel about you. So what Vivaan?" I said when he gazed at me with his confused face. "Vivaan, we both are very different from each other and so are our thoughts. When you people are busy exploring new hook up methods, I am still stuck in my old school love stories. I am stuck in my own fairy world still believing in one true love. We both are poles apart from each other. It wouldn't work out between us," I explained. "How would you know if you haven't tried yet?" he said. "Try?" I chuckled. "Love is not a joke that you can try one and if it's not funny enough you can go for another one," I said. "What do you want then?" he asked me. "I want you to leave me alone," I said. "See, whatever you say or do, you can't change the way I feel about you. So you can take your time. However long it might take. I am happy that atleast you accepted your feelings," he said cupping my face with his hand and slowly kissing my forehead. ****************************
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