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Chapter 1: The Wrong First Impression
Myra was eighteen, but life had never treated her like it.
Her mornings didn't start with alarms or laziness. They started with responsibility. She would wake up early, quietly moving around the small house so she wouldn't disturb her mother, who lay weak and sick most days. A quick check on her, a small meal if there was time, and then Myra would rush out—first to work, then to classes, then back to work again.
Her life was a constant cycle. Work and study. Study and work.
There was no space for anything else.
Getting into a prestigious private institution through a scholarship was supposed to be her way out. A new beginning. A better future.
But the moment she stepped into that place, she realized something—
she didn't belong.
Her clothes were simple. Worn. Nothing like the polished, expensive outfits everyone else wore so effortlessly. The way people looked at her, whispered sometimes—it was enough to remind her of the difference every single day.
So she stopped trying to fit in.
She kept her head down, her voice low, and her focus sharp.
And somehow, despite everything—
she always came first.
Ayaan Varma's life was the complete opposite.
He had everything Myra didn't.
Money. Comfort. Freedom.
He came from a family where nothing was ever out of reach. His father could solve any problem—except one. Ayaan's complete lack of interest in anything that required effort.
He didn't care about classes. He didn't care about assignments. And he definitely didn't care about people.
For him, life was easy.
Too easy to take seriously.
They studied in the same class.
Sat in the same room.
Walked past each other almost every day.
And yet—
they had never noticed one another.
Not even once.
Days turned into weeks.
Nothing changed.
Until one simple announcement did.
Professor: "You'll be working in pairs for this project. I'll be assigning partners."
Myra didn't look up at first. She was already thinking about how she would manage this with her schedule.
Then a name caught her attention.
Professor: "Myra... and Ayaan Varma."
For a moment, everything felt still.
Ayaan leaned back in his chair, barely reacting.
Ayaan: "Great."
His tone made it clear—he wasn't interested.
That was the first time Myra noticed him.
And the first time he noticed her.
From the very beginning, things were... off.
There were no discussions. No planning.
Ayaan simply didn't show up.
Days passed. Messages went unanswered. Meetings never happened.
And slowly, without needing confirmation—
Myra understood.
She was on her own.
Balancing everything became harder.
Work. Classes. Home.
And now, an entire project meant for two people.
Her nights grew longer. Sleep became shorter. Her body felt tired, but her mind refused to stop.
Because she couldn't afford to fail.
Not here. Not now.
The day of submission arrived.
Myra stood there, holding the project tightly in her hands. Every page, every detail—done by her. Alone.
When her turn came, she stepped forward.
Her voice was steady, even if her heart wasn't.
She explained everything clearly, confidently—because she knew her work.
And for the first time—
Ayaan actually looked at her.
Not properly. Not deeply.
But enough to notice.
The results were announced the next day.
The classroom was quiet.
Professor: "This project was impressive. Very well done."
A small pause followed.
Professor: "However... Ayaan Varma, your individual performance was poor. There was no visible contribution from your side."
Ayaan straightened slightly, surprised.
That wasn't supposed to happen.
His eyes moved—instinctively—towards her.
Myra didn't look back.
She didn't react.
But she had told the truth.
Something shifted in that moment.
Not loudly. Not obviously.
But enough.
Because for the first time—
someone hadn't ignored him.
Someone hadn't covered for him.
Someone had chosen honesty over fear.
And just like that—
without either of them realizing—
they had finally crossed paths.
Not as strangers anymore.
But not as anything good either.
They had become—
enemies. ✨
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