He WASN'T MY TYPE ANYWAY

We knew of each other.
That was the problem.

Hirayat Bhatia doesn't do chaos.
Not loud people. Not unpredictable ones.
And definitely not the kind with a reputation she's spent years avoiding.

Especially not Shivansh Hiranandani.
Nineteen. Careless. Effortlessly magnetic.

The kind of person people revolve around-
and the exact kind of distraction she would never choose.
And yet... he's always been there.

In the background.
In conversations she never paid attention to.
In a life that somehow kept running parallel to hers.
They knew of each other.

That was it.
Until one moment changes everything.

Because suddenly-
he notices.

And she can't pretend not to.
Now he's no longer someone she ignores-
he's someone she can't escape.

And the worst part?
He still isn't her type.
But the line between not my type
and why can't I stay away from you
was never that simple.