This story revolves around two sweet hearts priya singh an innocent bubbly girl and Akshat singhania..
They once laughed, fought, and dreamed together.
Back in college, he teased her endlessly-
Years later, fate brings them face-to-face again-only n...
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The morning still clung to Priya's skin-the humiliation of being forced to shout "Aata Majhi Satakli!" and dance like a lunatic to a Ganpati song replayed in her head. She had laughed it off with the rest, but deep down, she was burning. College ragging wasn't as fun as movies showed; it was exhausting.
Still, she found some relief in the company of two girls who had instantly clicked with her.
"Priya, tu toh mast handle kiya yaar," said Rhea Kapoor, a tall, chirpy girl with hazel eyes and endless energy. "Handle? More like made a circus out of myself," Priya muttered, adjusting her dupatta.
The other one, Meher Qureshi, quieter but equally sharp, smiled knowingly. "Trust me, this is just the trailer. Picture abhi baaki hai."
The three of them laughed, arms linked as they walked back toward the girls' hostel. The campus buzzed with life-seniors lounging on benches, juniors huddled nervously, and groups of students scattered across the lawn sharing snacks and gossip.
But as fate would have it, trouble wasn't done with Priya.
From the side of the walkway, a whistle cut through the chatter. "Arre arre, look who's here... Miss Aata Majhi Satakli!"
Priya froze. Her eyes narrowed. It was the same three boys from the morning ragging session. They had two more friends with them now, making the group look even rowdier.
