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मन जोगिया-जोगिया, एक तू ही जोग है मेरा
दिल हो गया रोगिया और तू ही रोग है मेरा
मन जोगिया-जोगिया, एक तू ही जोग है मेरा
दिल हो गया रोगिया, और तू ही रोग है मेरा
उम्र भर मैं तेरी परवाह करूं
के मर जाऊं जो तुझे रुसवा करूं
तू सपने देखे जिन्हें मैं पूरा करूं
के अब तो रब भी है दूजा, पहला है तूने
ह का धागा जो लागा यूँ,
न तोड़ जाना तून छोड़ जाना तू,
न छोड़ जाना तू 💞💫
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In school…
Physics class was supposed to be about Newton’s Laws, but for Priya, Shagun, and Aditi, the only laws occupying their minds were the highly suspicious laws of attraction between Ansh and Prateek-an equation none of them had ever expected to solve.
The teacher droned on about gravitational forces, scribbling equations on the board with the enthusiasm of someone who had long accepted that half the class wasn’t listening. And indeed, Priya wasn’t. Her brain was still spiraling from yesterday’s traumatizing discovery-the kind that reshaped one’s entire worldview.
She wasn’t alone in her suffering.
Shagun sat beside her, absently flipping through her textbook as if the pages might reveal some logical explanation for the absurdity they had witnessed. Her brows were slightly furrowed, her mind clearly elsewhere.
Meanwhile, Aditi-who had absolutely zero interest in their ongoing crisis-was lazily scrolling through her notes, her fingers drumming lightly against the desk. Unlike her two friends, she had chosen peace. She refused to engage in whatever convoluted conspiracy theory Priya and Shagun were undoubtedly cooking up in their heads.
Unfortunately for her, Priya was already eyeing her as the next victim in this unwanted discussion.
But Priya? Priya was fuming.
Her fingers clenched around her pen before she yanked a page from her notebook, furiously scribbling something down with the force of someone solving life’s greatest mystery. Once done, she slammed the paper on the desk between Aditi and Shagun with an intensity that made both of them flinch.
📌 Ansh Bhaiya + Prateek = ???
Shagun, who had been absentmindedly sipping water, took one look at the note and choked so hard on her breath that she nearly fell off her seat. Her hands clutched the desk for dear life as she gaped at Priya, her expression somewhere between betrayal and sheer panic.
“PRIYA! Yeh kya likha hai?!” she hissed, her voice barely above a horrified whisper.
Aditi, who had been lazily twisting her pen between her fingers, finally glanced at the paper. Her eyes skimmed over the equation, and for a moment, there was silence. Then, her eyebrow twitched.
“Tujhe physics nahi samajh aa rahi, toh iska matlab yeh nahi ki tu naye formulas banana shuru kar de,” she said flatly, flipping the page back toward Priya.
But Priya wasn’t listening.
With a dramatic groan, she slammed her head down on the desk, her voice muffled as she chanted to herself, “Maine jo dekha, wo maine nahi dekha. Maine jo dekha, wo maine nahi dekha.”
Aditi and Shagun exchanged wary glances, silently communicating the same thought-Priya had officially lost it.
Aditi glanced at Priya, who was still muttering to herself with her head down on the desk. She raised a brow, unimpressed.
“Restart ho gayi?” she asked dryly.
Shagun, equally unimpressed but slightly more amused, leaned in and whispered back, “Lagta toh hai. Error aa gaya system mein iske.”
Before Aditi could respond, Priya suddenly sat up straight-as if someone had just electrocuted her. Her eyes were wide, panic-stricken, and locked onto Aditi like she had just uncovered a cosmic horror.
“Mujhe ab bhi samajh nahi aa raha!” Priya whisper-shouted, gripping Aditi’s arm with urgency. “Mere bhaiya ko mere crush ke saath hi kyun intimidating position mein pakda maine?! Woh bhi DO BAAR?!”
The weight of her words settled in the air like an impending disaster.
And then-
An eerie, bone-chilling silence. The three girls froze. Slowly, as if their souls had left their bodies, they turned their heads only to find the teacher standing just a few feet away, staring directly at them.
His eye twitched. His hands clenched into fists. His entire posture radiated I’m-this-close-to-snapping energy. It was the kind of deadly silence that made the rest of the class hold their breath.
When he finally spoke, his voice was dangerously calm. “facing any problem miss priya?”
Priya blinked once. Then twice. Her survival instincts kicked in. With a bright, overly innocent smile, she chirped, “No sir!”
The teacher exhaled sharply, rubbed his temples as if trying to ward off a migraine, and turned back to the board, choosing-for the sake of his sanity-to pretend the last thirty seconds had never happened.
The moment the teacher turned back to the board, Priya wasted no time. She dramatically spun around, gripping Aditi’s hands with the intensity of someone about to reveal the secret to world peace.
“Ek aur solution hai!” Priya whispered fiercely, her eyes gleaming with unholy mischief.
Aditi, who was already teetering on the edge of insanity thanks to Priya’s relentless nonsense, barely lifted an eyebrow, her exhaustion evident. She exhaled slowly, as if mentally preparing herself for whatever ridiculousness was about to be unleashed.
“Haan, bol. Tujhe tere bhaiya ki ‘love life’ ka kya solution mila hai?” she asked, her voice so drenched in boredom that it could put an insomniac to sleep.
Priya’s grin widened, her excitement bubbling over like a villain about to deliver the ultimate plot twist. She leaned in closer, her voice dripping with impish delight.
“Tu mere bhaiya ko pata le! Phir koi problem nahi hogi!”
Silence. (Aditi to gayii beta…☠️)
Aditi blinked. Once. Twice. Her brain short-circuited so violently that even her subconscious refused to process the words.
And then-
She choked. Not just a soft, delicate cough. A full-blown, near-death experience-level choke.
The sip of water she had been casually drinking turned into a deadly projectile, shooting out of her mouth with the force of a high-pressure fire hose-straight onto Vivaan, who had been peacefully dozing off at the desk in front of them.
The impact was catastrophic.
Vivaan jolted awake with a strangled yell, his previously smooth, styled hair now drenched and plastered to his forehead. He gasped like a fish thrown onto dry land, flailing as the water dripped down his face. His sleep-dazed brain struggled to comprehend why he was suddenly experiencing an impromptu tsunami in the middle of class.
“Bhaisaab!” he sputtered, blinking furiously as he wiped his drenched face. “class ke andar barish ho gyi?!”
Meanwhile, Priya had collapsed into silent laughter, clutching her stomach as tears of mirth streamed down her cheeks. Aditi, on the other hand, was still coughing violently, pounding her chest like she was trying to restart her own heart.
The entire class turned to stare at them, some amused, others thoroughly confused. The teacher, who had just started writing on the board, sighed, already regretting choosing this profession.
Vivaan, still drenched and betrayed, turned to Aditi with an utterly devastated expression. “Tujhe marna tha toh akeli marrti, mujhe kyun saath le gayi?!”
Vivaan, now completely drenched, jerked awake with a startled yell.
Meanwhile, Aditi was still coughing violently, her eyes wide with absolute horror. She barely managed to wheeze out, her voice cracking-
“TU KYA CHAH RAHI HAI, PRIYA?!”
Aditi’s voice was a strangled whisper, but the sheer force behind it made it feel like a suppressed scream. Her eyes burned with betrayal as she leaned in, gripping the edge of her desk so tightly that her knuckles turned white.
Priya, completely unbothered, batted her eyelashes, her lips curling into a wickedly sweet smile.
“Soch le?” she hummed, her voice sickeningly innocent. “Fake dating, Head Boy ke saath, kaunsi badi problem hai?”
Aditi froze. Every functioning nerve in her body came to a screeching halt. Her breath hitched. The air around her turned suffocating as if the very mention of those words had sucked the oxygen out of the room.
And then-
BANG!
Her palm silently but aggressively smacked the desk, her entire body vibrating with the force of her internal explosion.
Her face turned an alarming shade of red, her lips moving furiously even as she barely made a sound.
“TERA DIMAAG THIKANE PER TO HAI?!” she whisper-screamed, each word laced with unfiltered horror.
Silence.
The students sitting nearby felt the intensity. Some turned to stare, others clutched their notebooks like this was the plot twist of a drama they hadn’t signed up for.
Vivaan, who had been zoning out, suddenly snapped his head up, eyes widening in shock. His mouth opened to say something-only to immediately shut when Aditi’s burning glare landed on him.
Meanwhile, Priya fought to keep her laughter in check, her shoulders shaking as she barely held back a giggle.
“bolkul thikane pe hai,” she whispered back smugly, tilting her head. “Bohot cute lagoge saath main dono!”
Aditi’s nostrils flared. She looked seconds away from lunging across the desk and murdering her best friend.
And that was it.
That was the moment the teacher’s last shred of patience snapped.
The piece of chalk in his hand broke with a sharp snap, the sound echoing ominously in the now painfully silent classroom. His shoulders went rigid. His grip tightened. His entire aura radiated pure, unfiltered exhaustion.
Slowly-dangerously slowly-he turned to face the source of his misery.
His expression was utterly dead inside, as if his soul had officially left his body and submitted its resignation letter.
“Sab ke sab. Bahar.”
His voice was flat. Emotionless. The calm before an apocalyptic storm.
Aditi, still recovering from the sheer audacity of Priya’s words, blinked rapidly, her brain scrambling for an escape. In a panic, she immediately pointed at Vivaan, who was sitting there looking like a drenched and traumatized rat, blinking water out of his eyes.
“Sir, yeh toh bas so raha tha!” she protested, desperation creeping into her whisper. Surely, Vivaan at least could be spared?
The teacher didn’t even blink.
“Exactly,” he said, his voice eerily calm. “Physics class mein so raha tha. Bahar.”
Vivaan made a choking sound. “sir i was just minding my own bissines!” he tried, but the teacher merely lifted a hand in a silencing gesture, his patience hanging by a fragile thread.
Aditi, realizing the unfairness of it all, made one last, desperate attempt. “Sorry Sir, Bas ek aur chance-“
The teacher raised his hand again. A simple motion, yet it held the weight of finality.
Aditi shut up.
And that was how Aditi, Priya, Shagun, and an unfortunate, innocent Vivaan got thrown out of class-one for whisper-screaming, one for instigating, one for simply existing, and one for being unintentionally waterboarded in his sleep.
Thrown out of class like exiled criminals, Aditi, Priya, Shagun, and Vivaan stood in the empty corridor, their fate sealed by a teacher who had reached his absolute limit.
The hallway stretched before them, eerily silent except for the muffled murmurs of ongoing lectures and the occasional thud of a passing student’s hurried footsteps.
Three of them were engaged in a deadly serious conversation.
The fourth?
Vivaan-soaked, sleep-deprived, and 500% done with life- leaned against the wall with the sheer theatrics of a tragic Bollywood hero abandoned by fate itself. His arms were crossed, his head tilted back against the wall, eyes shut in resignation.
“Mujhe bhi class se nikal diya, tum logon ki wajah se,” he grumbled, his voice heavy with the weight of betrayal. “par maine toh KUCH KIYA BHI NAHI.”
Aditi, still recovering from the mental trauma Priya had just inflicted upon her, shot him a seething glare, crossing her arms.
“Oh? Toh tu jo do ghante se so raha tha, uska kya?” she drawled, one eyebrow raised like a disapproving elder.
Vivaan groaned, rubbing his damp face as if physically trying to erase the injustice of his existence.
“Haan toh? Main apni dream world mein Physics ka gyaan prapt kar raha tha,” he deadpanned, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Tune paani fek kar mera concentration tod diya.”
Priya, meanwhile, was trying her absolute best not to laugh at the mess she had created. But Shagun?
Shagun was seething. Arms folded, brows furrowed, she let out an aggressive sigh, her entire aura radiating the pure frustration of an innocent soul wrongly convicted.
“Par mujhe ye samajh nahi aa raha…” she muttered, narrowing her eyes. “Priya aur Aditi ko class se nikal diya, samajh aata hai…”
She dramatically turned to Vivaan, who was still looking like a drowned pigeon.
“Par MUJHE Vivaan ke saath main kyu toda?!”
Vivaan groaned again, this time slumping down against the wall, gripping his head like a war veteran who had seen too much.
“Kya hai na,” he mumbled, shaking his head, “hum dono collateral damage hain.”
But Priya, utterly ignoring both of them, turned to Aditi with the hopeful, determined eyes of someone who had just figured out the master plan to change the world.
With a dramatic gasp, she clasped Aditi’s hands, her face glowing with the enthusiasm of a scammer trying to sell a dream.
“Aditi, bas ek baar soch le!” she pleaded, voice dripping with fake innocence. “Ansh bhaiya se fake dating karne mein kya jaata hai tera?”
Aditi froze. For a solid second, her brain refused to function. And then-her soul left her body. She jerked back so fast she nearly toppled off her chair.
Her eyes widened in absolute horror as if Priya had just suggested she go on a mission to Mars without oxygen.
“PRIYA. MAIN TERI DUSHMAN LAGTI HOON KYA?!” she whisper-screamed, barely containing her existential crisis.
She threw her arms in the air like a woman who had just been falsely accused of treason.
“MAIN?! AUR TERE BHAIYA?! FAKE DATING?! PRIYA, TERA DIMAAG GARMII SE FRY HO GAYA HAI KYA?!”
Priya, still holding onto false hope, wiggled her eyebrows.
“Soch le?” she teased. “Problem ka perfect solution hai!”
“Perfect solution?!” Aditi choked. “Mujhe toh tu problem ka source lag rahi hai!”
Before Priya could respond, Vivaan-who had been totally ignoring the nonsense-suddenly perked up.
A slow, mischievous grin spread across his face, his eyes glinting with the sheer joy of impending chaos.
He tilted his head, rubbing his chin like some ancient philosopher who had just unlocked the secrets of the universe.
“Ooooooh,” he drawled dramatically, nodding as if things finally made sense.
The girls immediately snapped their heads toward him, suspicion written all over their faces.
Aditi narrowed her eyes dangerously.
“Kya samjha tu?” she asked, her tone slow, wary, and very, very threatening.
Vivaan smirked.
“Ki tu jhooth bol rahi hai!” he announced proudly, as if unveiling the greatest conspiracy of the century. “Tujhe Ansh bhaiya se fake dating se itna issue kyun ho raha hai? Hmm? Kyunki kahin na kahin tu bhi-“
“VIVAAN!!!” Aditi didn’t wait for him to complete the sentence. She lunged.
Vivaan yelped, bolting down the hallway at full speed. “Main toh bas mazak kar raha tha! Chhod mujhe!” he shrieked, narrowly dodging Aditi’s attack.
Priya cackled like a cartoon villain, while Shagun sighed, rubbing her temples. “Mujhe nahi pata tha ki school mein ye sab bhi dekhne ko milega,” she muttered, watching Vivaan run for his life.
Vivaan, with the nonchalant confidence of an idiot about to drop the dumbest idea in history, shrugged.
“Yeh sab itna complicated kyun soch rahi ho?” he said lazily, stretching his arms like he was about to deliver a groundbreaking thesis.
Then, with the grace of a mad scientist unveiling a dangerous experiment, he announced,
“Seedha kaam karte hain-Aditi ko ‘accidentally’ Ansh bhaiya pe gira dete hain.”
He gestured dramatically, completely ignoring the way Aditi’s expression was slowly morphing into absolute horror.
“Bhaiya use pakad lenge, phir ek romantic moment ho jayega, aur sab kuch solve ho jayega!”
Dead silence.
Aditi, who had been about to take a calming deep breath to keep herself from committing a crime, immediately STOPPED.
Shagun and Priya whipped their heads toward Vivaan so fast that their necks nearly snapped.
Priya blinked, her mouth falling open in pure awe.
“Chuhe, TU ISS DUNIYA KA SABSE BEST BHAI HAI!” she gasped, eyes shining with admiration like Vivaan had just discovered a cure for stupidity.
Shagun clutched her heart dramatically like she had just witnessed a miracle.
“Mujhe nahi pata tha tu bhi aise ideas soch skta hai!” she whispered, looking genuinely moved.
Vivaan, 100% confident despite having no idea why they were suddenly treating him like a genius, gave them a smug nod.
“main to hamesha hi brillient ideas deta hu” he said, flipping his imaginary wet hair back like he was in a shampoo commercial.
Aditi finally snapped out of her paralysis. Her face, which had been slowly heating up, transformed into sheer, unfiltered horror.
Then-
“DONO BHAI BEHEN MIL KE MERI MAUT KA KARAN BANNE WALE HO KYA?!” she whisper-screamed, her voice so sharp that even the walls felt the intensity.
She lunged, grabbing his shoulders violently, shaking him like a detective trying to extract a confession.
“MAIN HEAD BOY PE GIRUN?!”
Vivaan, looking genuinely confused, frowned. “Haan? Toh?” he asked blankly, like he had just suggested ordering pizza instead of cooking.
Aditi let out a strangled noise, her face turning even redder.
” UNKO CHHOD, UNSE PEHLE MAIN TUJHE NA GIRA DU SCHOOL KE TERRACE SE!” she declared furiously, crossing her arms like a warrior rejecting an unfair battle.
Priya, enthusiastically nodding along, smirked like a devil ready to create chaos.
“ha gira de isse,” she chirped sweetly. “Par bhaiya ko date kar le yrr?”
Aditi whipped her head toward Priya so fast it was a miracle she didn’t break something.
She stared at her, mouth slightly open, looking like Priya had just committed a crime against humanity.
“Priya tu kyu apne bhai ki lanka laga rhi hai ?!” she hissed, betrayal dripping from her voice.
Priya shrugged, looking completely unbothered.
“achhi behen hu na unki isliye to tujhe bol rhi hu,” she said with a wink.
Aditi gasped, clutched her chest, and staggered back like she had been MORTALLY WOUNDED.
Meanwhile, Vivaan patted Priya’s shoulder approvingly.
“Mujhe tujhse yehi umeed thi,” he said proudly.
And that’s when Aditi officially LOST IT.
“TUM DONO PLEASE APNA APNA MUH BAND RAKHO,” she snapped, pointing an accusing finger at them.
Ansh, Prateek, and Ruhaan stood with their arms crossed, their expressions a mix of exhaustion and sheer disappointment.
Ansh ran a hand down his face, sighing deeply as he observed the four troublemakers causing chaos in the corridor. His jaw tightened, and his eyes darkened with the weight of his realization. “Ek din bhi ye log shant nahi reh skte,” he muttered, his voice filled with quiet despair.
Beside him, Prateek let out a humorless chuckle, shaking his head in disbelief. His arms remained crossed, his lips pressed into a thin line as he glanced at Ansh with the kind of knowing look that only an elder brother could give. “Tu kabhi bhi underestimate mat kar inn logon ko,” he said, voice dripping with tired amusement.
“Yeh jab saath hote hain, shaanti impossible hai.”
Ruhaan, however, wasn’t just tired-he was sulking. His brows were furrowed, lips twitching downward as he muttered under his breath, eyes fixed on one particular person in the chaos. “Main bas itna janna chahta hoon ki teacher ne Shagun ko kyu nikala class se??” he grumbled, arms tightening around himself as though physically restraining his frustration.
Ansh turned to him slowly, his smirk almost imperceptible but undeniably amused. His dark eyes gleamed with teasing intent as he tilted his head, feigning casual curiosity. “Tujhe bas Shagun ki chinta hai na?” he asked, arching an eyebrow knowingly.
Ruhaan ducked his head completely, looking every bit like a fool in love-shying away like a newlywed bride caught stealing glances at her groom. His fingers twitched as he waved a dismissive hand, utterly failing to mask the deepening red creeping up his ears.
“Main toh bas fairness ki baat kar raha hoon… meri Shagun ko kyun nikal diya she is so innocent?” he muttered, his voice barely above a grumble, though the giddy smile tugging at his lips was impossible to hide.
Prateek, however, was absolutely done with Ruhaan’s antics. He folded his arms, staring at him with a deadpan expression. “Teri Shagun aur vo bhi innocent?” he repeated, dragging out the words with sheer exasperation.
Ruhaan, now practically radiating the energy of a child who had just been handed his favorite toffee, lifted his head-his eyes gleaming with a mix of mischief and shyness. “Meri Shagun… abhi bani nahi hai, par jald hi ban bhi jayegi! Dekhna tum dono!” he shot back, his voice pitching a little too high in his attempt to sound confident, but the obvious nervous giddiness gave him away entirely.
Meanwhile, their four little troublemakers finally noticed them.
As if possessed by a single mischievous entity, Aditi, Priya, Shagun, and Vivaan turned their heads toward their elder brothers in perfect unison.
And then- They grinned. Innocently.
It was the kind of grin that sent warning bells ringing in Ansh’s head. The kind that made Prateek instantly regret being the eldest sibling. The kind that told Ruhaan that whatever he was about to hear would only make his life harder.
Ansh stared at them for precisely two seconds before making the only logical decision. He turned on his heel. “Main jaa raha hoon,” he announced, voice void of any emotion, already walking away.
Prateek exhaled through his nose, shoulders sagging under the weight of his fate. With the tired sigh of a man who had seen too much, he followed Ansh’s lead. “Main bhi,” he agreed, his tone carrying years of sibling-induced suffering.
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The campus was alive, a buzzing ecosystem of ambition, competition, and sheer chaos.
The air vibrated with energy-a mix of hurried conversations, loud debates, and the occasional bursts of laughterThe parking lot, already a territory of chaos and questionable parking skills, had just become a warzone. The source of conflict?
A sleek black bike arrogantly parked in Samaira spot.
For the past three years, this tiny patch of cement had been her unofficially official parking space. No one dared to park there. Not because there was a rule-just because everyone feared the consequences.
But now, this newcomer, this mystery man, this… audacious individual had dared to disrupt the order of the universe.
And there he was-leaning casually against the pillar as if he hadn’t just committed a grave sin.
And right in the middle of it all, Samaira was fuming.
Dressed in a fiery red tank top, layered with an oversized white shirt left unbuttoned, and paired with boot-cut jeans hugging her long legs, she radiated confidence and rebellion. Her jet-black hair was tied up in a messy bun, with a few strands framing her face.
Because someone had parked a massive, black, sleek sports bike right in her scooty’s designated spot.
Her beloved scooty-Shanaya, her baby, her jaan-deserved that space. But instead, this beast of a bike sat there like an arrogant king mocking her rule.
Samaira’s eyes narrowed. “Kon hai yeh besharam insaan?”
Then, she saw him. Aman Singhania.
Tall. Broad-shouldered. Dressed in a black hoodie, jeans, and a steel wristwatch, leaning lazily against a pillar with his phone in one hand. His face-sharp jawline, dark eyes, and an effortless air of mystery-radiated calm detachment.
The way he scrolled through his phone, completely unbothered by the world around him, only irritated Samaira more.
Taking a deep breath, she marched up to him, standing directly in his line of sight. “Oye….Mr. Zinda Statue!”
Aman lifted his gaze from his phone. “what did you just said?”
“Yeh bike kiski hai?” she snapped, placing her hands on her hips like a mother about to scold her kid for breaking a vase.
Aman’s eyes finally flickered toward her, dark and unreadable. He slipped his phone into his pocket. “Meri.”
Samaira let out a fake gasp. “Oh, toh tum ho woh! The villain of this story!” She dramatically placed a hand over her chest. “Bike toh acchi hai, par tumhara parking sense boht bekaar hai”
Aman raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. “did i asked you about my parking sense”
Samaira folded her arms. “anyways jo bhi ho! tumhari yeh bike meri parking spot pe kyun hai?”
Aman leaned slightly against the pillar, calm and unaffected, while Samaira fumed in front of him.
“Tumhara naam likha hai yahan?” he asked in the most neutral tone possible.
Samaira scoffed. “Teen saal se sirf meri scooty yahan park hoti hai. Yeh jagah officially meri hai. Tum naye ho, toh rules seekh lo.”
Aman gave her a look so calm it was infuriating. “Rules? Yeh college hai, dictatorship nahi. Jahan jagah mili, wahan park kiya. Simple.”
Samaira gasped as if he had just insulted her entire lineage. “SIMPLE?! Beta tumhe pata nahi hai tum kis se panga le rahe ho!”
Aman exhaled slowly, as if dealing with a particularly annoying mosquito. “Main bas bike park karne aaya hoon, jung ladne nahi. Tumhari jagah thodi si adjust ho sakti hai.”
Samaira gave him a slow nod, looking around dramatically. “Haan haan, kyun nahi? Waise bhi, main toh pichle janam ki bechari aurat hoon, jo sirf adjust karne ke liye bani hai.”
She then clapped her hands together. ” logic dekho inka! Next time main tumhare tango pe helmet rakh dun, bolo adjust ho sakta hai?”
Aman sighed. “Tum jitni energy yahaan fight karne mein daal rahi ho, usse kahin aur laga lo. it will be beter for you.”
That was it. THE FINAL STRAW. Samaira hopped onto her beloved scooty, Shanaya, revved the engine, and-
BAM!
The front tire of her scooty made direct contact with Aman’s bike’s rear tire. The crowd of students gasped. A few guys whistled, enjoying the free entertainment.
Aman, who had been bored until now, finally looked at her-really looked at her. His jaw tensed slightly. His fingers flexed, like he was resisting the urge to throw his phone at her.
He became totally shocked “ohh hello? miss Jhansi ki Rani”
She smirked. “Haan bolo? Koi dikkat to nahi hui na Mr. Zinda Statue”
Aman took two slow, deliberate steps forward, standing just inches away from her scooty. His voice dropped a few degrees cooler. “Dobara kiya toh theek nahi hoga.”
Samaira revved her scooty again, the smirk never leaving her face. “Phir se karna chahiye kya?”
Aman’s lips twitched-not in amusement, but in a silent warning.
“Abhi tak naye ho Mr. Statue,” Samaira taunted. “Mujhse panga lena thoda mehenga padega.”
Aman gave her one long, unreadable look before exhaling slowly. “kaise kaise log hai bhai yaha…totally insane.”
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I hope you enjoyed reading it…💕
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