The romance project
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With a dreadful senior year & a chaotic life in his house, 𝐑𝐚𝐠𝐡𝐚𝐯 𝐒𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐚𝐯, was barely holding onto a thread called his Sanity. All he sought was a refuge, a retreat from his reality.
𝙁𝙍𝙊-𝙇𝙄𝙏, the senior year's school trip, was one such opportunity that knocked his door, a hope of serenity was in his grasp, but all it took is a tiny rumour to turn things upside down and a girl who is the central axis of all of it.
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The inevitable changes going through
𝐓𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐢 𝐤𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐡𝐧𝐚𝐧's life is taking a toll on her. New people, different school, a rift between her parents. These novelties gets overwhelming, but still she remain focused on her goal of getting the scholarship from her dream university at abroad.
The arrival of 𝙁𝙍𝙊-𝙇𝙄𝙏, changes the course of her life, in top of that, a mere boy who was an out-of-focus in her life took the spotlight of her mind, keeping her thoughts alive and distracted.
the academic rivals who never once shared a conversation, will they exchange their hearts?
Or the sparks which was ignited will turn into embers and fade into nothingness?
Tropes:
◇ Desi High school romance
◇Academic rivals-to-lovers
◇North Indian MMC X South Indian FMC
◇infamous girl X nerd guy
◇School trip
◇Fake dating
◇(Ex) best friend's sister
◇gossips & rumour
◇Goofy banter
◇high school drama
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I met Nikarsh Khurana when I was eight years old. Not in school. Not at a family function. But in a crowded tuition classroom where children came to study and I unknowingly found the boy who would stay in my thoughts for years. He lived only one lane away from me. Close enough to see. Close enough to remember. Yet somehow, always too far away. From childhood memories and unfinished conversations to years of silent longing, this is the story of a girl who grew up carrying feelings she never had the courage to name and a boy whose brown eyes became a part of every chapter of her life. Maybe this is a love story. Or maybe it's a story about growing up, holding on, letting go, and finding the courage to write your own ending when life refuses to give you one. After all, some people live miles apart. Mine lived only one lane away. Created: 2nd June, 2026 Started: 20th July, 2026 Ended:
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