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In the bustling reception, amidst the chatter, Shashwat discreetly messaged Siya on Instagram, asking her to meet him on the terrace. Siya, catching the message, glanced at Shashwat making his way upstairs.
Under the ethereal glow of the moon, Shashwat found himself standing alone on the terrace, immersed in a silent reverie. The tranquil night air was disrupted by the delicate symphony of anklets, a sound that reverberated through the stillness and brought a subtle tension to his heart.
As the soft jingling approached, Shashwat turned to discover Siya, the embodiment of grace, standing there with a palpable sense of vulnerability. Her pallu, usually draped with confidence, now fidgeted nervously in her grasp as she cast her gaze downward. A knowing smile played on Shashwat's lips, recognizing the power he held to transform the bold, talkative Siya into a blushing spectacle.
With a subtle gesture, he invited her to stand beside him. Siya, guided by a mix of trepidation and anticipation, took small, hesitant steps towards him. In that delicate dance of emotions, she joined him, and together, their eyes met the moon's gentle radiance.
As she stood there, still lost in the captivating dance of lunar beams, she asked, "Why did you call me? Kuch kaam tha?"
"Kyun? Bina kisi kaam ke tum mujhse miloge nahi?" he responded, his gaze fixed on her with an affectionate intensity.
["Why? Won't you meet me without any reason?"]
"Nahi," she replied, her voice a gentle breeze in the tranquil night, her eyes lingering on the celestial orb.
["No"]
"Nahi?" he pressed, a soft amusement playing in his voice.
["No?"]
"Nahi matlab wo vala nahi nahi... dusra vala nahi," Siya explained, a subtle nervousness evident in her demeanour. She stole glances at him, her words hanging in the air. Intrigued, he raised his eyebrows, silently urging her to elaborate.
["No, I mean not that one... the other one, no."]
"What?" he inquired, a genuine curiosity colouring his confusion.
"Arre, I mean... aisa nahi hai... you don't need any reason," she spoke with a soothing softness, her gaze seeking refuge in the intricate patterns of the terrace railing. His chuckle, like a melody, resonated in the stillness of the night.
"Mishti..." he called her, the endearment rolling off his tongue like a gentle caress, and once again, her heart skipped a beat, an involuntary dance to the rhythm of that cherished name. Damn, that name always had the power to paint her cheeks in hues of warmth.
"Hmm?" she replied, her gaze still tethered to the moon, the silver orb casting its radiant glow over the night.
Shashwat, with a gentle turn, faced Siya whose gaze remained fixed on the moon, a serene smile playing on her lips. As he observed her, captivated by the moon's reflection in her deep, brown, chocolaty eyes, a tender warmth spread across his features.
"You know," he began, his voice a delicate whisper that seamlessly melded with the tranquil night around them,
"I never knew the moon could look this beautiful until I saw it reflected in your eyes."
A subtle twist in Siya's stomach compelled her gaze toward Shashwat. Her eyes, ensnared by his captivating amber gaze, momentarily held a magnetic connection that transcended the world around them. Unable to sustain the intensity, she averted her eyes to the intricate details of the railing. A shy smile delicately curved her lips, and her cheeks, now dipped in the deepest shade of red, revealed the nuanced dance of emotions within.
"Don't look at me like this," she murmured, the soft plea carrying a blend of vulnerability and enchantment.
"Like what?" he asked, his gaze unwavering as he continued to look at her.
"There's nothing here worth looking at, except me," Siya confessed, her words laced with a delicate mix of playfulness and sincerity.
"That's true, for me there's nothing worth looking at, except you," he replied, his words wrapped in a blanket of sincerity and admiration.
His declaration lingered in the air, like a sweet melody weaving through the moonlit night. Siya, caught in the dance of his gaze and the poetry of his words, couldn't help but blush even deeper.
As the air thickened with unspoken sentiment, Siya felt the urge to redirect the attention away from her flushed cheeks.
"Hame chalna chahiye," she suggested, her voice carrying a mix of light-heartedness and an attempt to regain composure.
["I should leave."]
Before she could step away, Shashwat intervened, gently intertwining his small finger with hers, sending a subtle current down her spine. Their fingers laced together, he gestured for her to follow him. Walking in tandem, their fingers still entwined, they arrived at a secluded spot where Shashwat gestured for her to sit on a large railing.
Seated there, she complied, and with a graceful movement, he knelt down before her. From a concealed pocket, he produced one of her anklets, a glint catching the moonlight.
"Ye to..." she began, but Shashwat swiftly completed her sentence, "Tumhari hai. I found it near the water tap."
["It's yours.]
With an unexpected tenderness, he held the thumb of her foot, placing it gently on his thigh. The unexpectedness of the gesture widened her eyes in surprise.
"Ye aap... kya kar rahe hain! I can do it." she said, her shock palpable. Shashwat remained silent, his actions speaking louder than words.
["What are you doing?"]
"I know you can... but please let me," he softly insisted before she could articulate her thoughts. Her gaze, filled with adoration, met his, and a tender smile graced his lips.
As he delicately wrapped the anklet around her foot, Shashwat couldn't help but marvel at the exquisite beauty of her delicate feet. In that intimate moment, a silent desire lingered within him, a wish to worship those very feet, a sentiment carefully tucked away. Simultaneously, Siya found herself falling for him once again, captivated by the sincerity and gentleness of the gesture.
He looked up at her, and she withdrew her foot, their eyes locked in a silent exchange that resonated with unspoken emotions.
"Thank you," Siya expressed with a shy smile, keeping her feet on the floor while Shashwat remained on his knees, a silent expression of gratitude in her eyes. As she made a move to stand, he gently halted her progress.
"Ruko," he said, breaking away to move towards a nearby flower pot. His intention to pluck a blossom was interrupted by Siya's playful words,
["Wait."]
"Phool sirf devi ko chadhane ke liye todne chahiye," delivered with a teasing tone that brought a smile to Shashwat's face as he looked down.
["Flowers should only be plucked to offer them to the goddess."]
"Wahi kar raha hun," he replied, undeterred, and proceeded to pluck a delicate jasmine flower. Returning to where she still sat, he took the flower near her hair, his gaze locking onto hers with an unspoken question.
["That's what I am doing."]
"May I?" he asked, and in response, Siya looked down with a smile, gracefully putting her hair behind her ear to give him access. Shashwat, with a careful touch, bent down, fixing the fragrant jasmine flower near her ear. His movements were deliberate, ensuring his hand wouldn't mistakenly touch her temple.
Once he completed the gesture, he took a step back, admiring the simple yet intimate adornment. Siya, her eyes still cast downward, remained lost in the moment.
"Phool pehle kabhi itne sundar nahi dikhe," Shashwat uttered, his gaze fixed on the adorned jasmine with an admiring intensity that stirred butterflies in Siya's stomach. Rising from her place, she met his eyes, a silent acknowledgment of the unspoken connection they shared.
["Flower never looked this much beautiful before."]
Shashwat's subtle gestures had delicately woven a tapestry of affection around Siya. Each glance, every tender touch, left an indelible mark on her heart, and as she approached him with a gaze locked into his, she felt enveloped in a silent language of love. At that moment, the conviction grew within her - he not only cared but loved her deeply. No words were needed; his actions and eyes spoke volumes.
As Siya walked towards him, the air hung heavy with anticipation. Lost in the depth of the connection, she felt an unspoken agreement that it was the perfect time to let her heart speak.
"I....I.." she began hesitantly, the weight of her emotions palpable in the soft tremor of her voice. Shashwat, acutely aware of the gravity of the moment, felt a flutter of anticipation, a symphony of butterflies dancing within him. Shyness, an unexpected guest, took residence in his demeanour as he waited with bated breath for her to unveil her sentiments.
"I?" he gently prompted, his eyes reflecting a yearning to hear those unspoken words directly from her. Her heart raced in tandem with his, the difficulty of articulating her emotions face-to-face adding an extra layer of vulnerability to the moment. Her face adorned a deeper shade of red, betraying the intensity of her feelings, as she stammered,
"I..."Siya began, her hesitancy echoing in the quietude of the moonlit terrace. Just as the moment held the promise of her forthcoming words, an abrupt noise from downstairs shattered the delicate atmosphere, like a sudden thunderstorm interrupting a serene evening. The sound, distant yet intrusive, resonated through the silence, prompting frowns to knit their brows in shared puzzlement.
"Chal ke dekhte hain kya hua," Siya suggested, her voice breaking the spell of the intimate moment, and she began to walk towards the source of the disturbance. Shashwat, his frustration evident, muttered a curse under his breath at the unseen disruptor who had unknowingly marred the unfolding moment.
["Let's see."]
"Kon bewakoof hai!!!" he exclaimed, his irritation palpable. This outburst marked an unusual display of annoyance from Shashwat, who was seldom seen in such a state. Despite his vexation, he begrudgingly followed Siya, the terrace now abandoned and silent, a stark contrast to the intimate ambiance it had held moments before.
["Who is that stupid!"]
As they descended the stairs, the moonlit tranquillity of the terrace was left behind, replaced by the chaotic scene downstairs where Darsh and Divya stood drenched, engaged in a fierce exchange.
"Tumne mujh pe pani pheka? Ye lo cold drink ka snan kar lo," Darsh taunted, throwing cold drink on Divya, who retaliated with deadly glares.
["Did you throw water on me? Here, take a bath with a cold drink."]
"Mummy mere baal... tumko to mai aaj kha jaungi," she threatened, her anger palpable.
["My hair!! I will eat you today!"]
"Haan vaise bhi tum dayan ho. Oh ab samajh aaya ki tu lunch kyun chhor deti thi... insaano ko kha ke pet bhar jata hoga," Darsh smirked, provoking her further.
["Yes, anyway, you're a witch. Oh, now I understand why you used to skip lunch... probably filled your stomach by eating humans."]
"I will see you in class. Sari hoshiyari nikal dungi," she retorted angrily.
"Haan kya kar logi batana zara? Mujhe bhi kha jaogi?" Darsh responded.
["What will you do?"]
"Jo gareebon jaise aate ho na *mocking* copy dede Divya homework note kar ke de dunga... le Lena Aaj ke baad... ek to copy chura ke baitha hai, maago to nahi hai nahi hai karta hai kuch bolo to bhadak raha hai ab," she fired back, her frustration evident.
["The way you come in like a begger *mocking*, give me a copy of Divya's homework, I'll copy it for you and hand it over... take it from now on... steals a copy, and when asked, gets angry for no reason."]
"Haan ab to nahi milegi copy jo karna hai kar lo, bandariya. Abhi mujhe chidhate waqt kaisa bandariya jaise muh ho gya tha," Darsh laughed, escalating the tension.
["Yes, now you won't get a copy, do whatever you want, monkey. Your face turned into a monkey-like one when you were annoying me just now."]
Amidst their tussle, Divya seized Dash's hair, and he retaliated in kind. Their heated exchange caught the attention of a guest who approached their group with a curious inquiry. Tara and Kirti intervened, separating the two with stern glares.
"Ghar chal aaj bas," Tara commanded, her stern gaze fixed on Divya.
"Aaj to tumhari ache se seva hogi Ghar chalo," Kirti added, equally displeased with Darsh's antics.
As they gulped nervously, exchanging glares once more, Siya approached Divya with a quiet whisper, wiping the cold drink from her face with her pallu.
"Aaj tumhari pooja hogi ghar me acche se," Siya whispered, her words carrying both a warning of consequences for Divya's actions.
After the chaotic scene, Darsh and Divya received a thorough scolding from their parents as they reached their respective homes. The once rebellious duo now faced the consequences of their actions, their parents not holding back in delivering a well-deserved lecture.
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The morning sun painted the restaurant in a golden hue as Richa sat at their usual spot, a sense of eager anticipation brightening her eyes. The aroma of brewing coffee and the gentle clinking of cutlery created an enchanting atmosphere, setting the stage for a beautiful morning.
In a familiar rhythm, Akash arrived, and a smile played on his lips as he took the seat opposite Richa, however his smile was not reaching his eyes.
""Mom has made sabji puri today." Richa announced, unveiling a lunchbox with a twinkle in her eye, a gesture that promised a delightful culinary surprise.
"Richa... really there is..." Akash started, but before he could finish, Richa, with a hint of playful sternness, interrupted.
"Dobara wohi sab bola to daant tod dungi mai tumhare," she declared, a teasing threat that prompted a genuine chuckle from Akash, breaking the ice in the most heartwarming way.
["I will break your teeth if you said that again."]
As he started eating the breakfast, Akash, seemingly tethered to a pressing question, attempted to voice the unspoken concerns that had kept him restless the night before.
"Richa..." he began again, this time between bites of breakfast, and she nodded, inviting him to continue.
"Haan?" she responded, her gaze fixed on him.
"I just wanted to ask that... do you really want to be with me? I mean... tumne ye decision mere feelings ke pressure me to nahi liya?" Akash's words carried a genuine concern, an honest reflection of his insecurities that had played on his mind.
Richa, her eyes reflecting understanding, listened attentively. The gentle ambiance of the restaurant seemed to hold its breath, creating a sacred space for a conversation that would shape the course of their budding connection.
"Richa, see, I know I am loving all this, but still I need to know... tumhe mujhse sympathy hai isliye to nahi kar rahi ye sab?" Akash's vulnerability laid bare on the table, a silent plea for honesty and clarity.
["You're doing all this because you sympathize with me, right?"]
Richa's response was not just in words but in a comforting touch. Her hand found its way to Akash's, a silent assurance in the form of a gentle squeeze. Her fingers interlaced with his, creating a bridge of connection that transcended words.
"Akash, mujhe kyun sympathy hogi tumse? Sympathy to unse hoti hai jo kamzor hain. But you are the strongest person I know," Richa's voice carried a sincerity that resonated with an undeniable truth. Her gaze, unwavering and filled with genuine affection, held a promise of understanding and acceptance.
["Akash, why would I have sympathy for you? Sympathy is for those who are weak."]
He felt a wave of overwhelming emotions as Richa continued, her words like a soothing melody, comforting his restless soul.
"I know from where all these insecurities are coming from. But trust me, maine kisi bhi feelings ke pressure me aa ke tumhe haan nahi kaha. I actually want to give us a chance, and I think I really like you but for love, I need time for that. Aur tumse kisi ko pyar na ho aisa ho hi nahi sakta."
["But trust me, I didn't say yes under the pressure of any feelings. I actually want to give us a chance, and I think I really like you, but for love, I need time. And it's impossible for anyone not to fall in love with you."]
Richa's eyes remained locked with Akash's, creating a shared space where honesty and vulnerability danced together. Her words dissolved his lingering insecurities, and in that moment, the weight of doubts seemed to lift.
Richa, peering into Akash's eyes, sensed an unspoken turmoil. The subtle shifts in his gaze and the lingering shadows in his expression confirmed that something must have happened at his home, prompting her concern.
"Akash, wait here, I am coming in few minutes." she said, her voice carrying a mix of care and determination.
"But where are you going?" he asked, his curiosity piqued.
"Ek minute. Finish the breakfast," she instructed, a brief yet reassuring smile on her lips, before gracefully making her way out of the restaurant.
He watched her departure, his shoulders adorned with a subtle shrug, left to contemplate the mysteries of the moment.
As Akash wrapped up his breakfast, the clinking of cutlery and the subdued chatter of the restaurant formed a backdrop to his contemplation. He conscientiously washed his hands.
As he returned back to his place he found Richa, wearing a mischievous grin, stood before him with both hands concealed behind her. He couldn't help but smile, raising his eyebrows in playful curiosity.
She revealed one hand, extending a vibrant red rose toward him. "For you," she declared, the simple gesture carrying an undercurrent of sweet affection. Akash's heart fluttered as he accepted the flower, a wide smile adorning his face.
Richa, not done with her delightful surprise, revealed another rose.
"Ye bhi," she said, prompting another exchange of smiles as he took the second rose. The sequence continued, each rose accompanied by a grin and a shared moment of joy.
"Ye bhi," she repeated, forwarding a third rose. Akash chuckled, charmed by the unexpected
abundance of roses.
With a grin, she declared, "This one too," extending a fourth rose towards him, each petal imbued with the vibrant hues of unexpected joy.
The exchange continued, a playful rhythm echoing in the air as she presented rose after rose, and he couldn't help but giggle, his laughter blending harmoniously with the soft sounds of the surroundings
The ritual continued until he found himself holding ten roses, each a testament to Richa's playful spontaneity.
"Richa, what is this?? Itne sare roses!" he exclaimed, he exclaimed, his laughter blending with the ambient sounds of the courtyard.
"Bas aise hi. Ab chalo varna school late pahocenge," she playfully insisted, emphasising the need to move along. Akash nodded, tucking the profusion of roses into his bag, each one carrying the essence of a beautifully unexpected moment shared between them. They both strolled towards his bike.
["Now come, or else we'll be late for school."]
"Richa..." he hesitated before speaking further.
"Hmm?" she replied, gesturing him to continue.
"Wo... the Diwali holidays start from tomorrow." He finally managed to say.
"Accha? I didn't know this," she said sarcastically.
"Arre, I mean... kal... will you... matlab..." he stammered, a departure from his typical confidence as a delicate trace of nervousness etched across his expression.
"Akash, date pe chalne ko puchna hai to acche se pucho na. Vaise to itna flirt karte ho. Ek asan sa sawal nahi pucha jaa raha," she playfully scolded, her eyes rolling in mock exasperation.
["Akash, if you want to ask me out on a date, ask properly. Despite all your flirting, you're not asking a simple question."]
"Tumhe kaise pata ki I was going to ask you this?" he inquired, a genuine surprise reflecting in his eyes at her perceptiveness.
"I am not that much stupid!"she replied and he smiled.
Approaching the school, he brought the bike to a gentle halt, and she dismounted with grace .
"So?" he asked, a subtle anticipation lingering in the air.
"Tomorrow at 5 PM," she declared with a twinkle in her eye, her words punctuated by a playful wink. As she walked away, a renewed sense of admiration filled him.
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At school, the hum of classes echoed through the corridors. Siya, Arushi, and Richa were engaged in a silent yet animated conversation, passing notes on the backside of their notebooks. However, this wasn't your usual classroom chatter - it was a lively exchange of roasts, funny cartoons, and playful banter.
Richa, with her knack for humour, crafted the funniest cartoon featuring Arushi and slyly passed it to Siya. The cartoon was a masterpiece, and Siya couldn't contain her laughter, bursting into giggles that echoed through the room. The sudden outburst caught the attention of the teacher, who turned towards Siya with a questioning gaze.
"What's so funny, Siya? Share it with the class; we could all use a good laugh," the teacher inquired, prompting Siya to stand and apologise.
"Sorry, ma'am," Siya said, but the teacher's response was swift - an order to leave the class, a consequence Siya had become accustomed to over time.
"Ma'am, it wasn't her fault..." Richa tried to intervene, but Siya gestured for her to stay silent as she exited the room.
Standing outside the classroom, facing the 12th-grade section, Siya noticed Akash , Shashwat and Reyansh who were sitting at fourth bench. Akash grinned and waved at her, receiving a reciprocal wave from Siya. On the other hand, Reyansh, not particularly thrilled, shot her a glare.
"Ye ladki class ke bahar khade hone ka record bana legi ek din," Reyansh muttered, expressing his annoyance, while Siya cheekily stuck out her tongue in response.
["This girl will break the record of getting out from class."]
However, her moment of playful banter was interrupted by the realisation that Shashwat, someone who held a special place in her heart, was observing the scene. A subtle blush crept onto Siya's cheeks as she acknowledged Shashwat's gaze.
While, Shashwat found himself seated at the fourth desk, his view obstructed, preventing him from catching a glimpse of Siya's face. Failing to do so, a restlessness seized him, and an unconventional idea took root in his mind.
As the teacher initiated the class, Shashwat's shoes began tapping rhythmically against the bench, creating a subtle disturbance.
The tapping, initially discreet, gradually increased in volume, capturing the attention of both classmates and the teacher. Shashwat, a model student and class topper, was displaying an unexpected distraction.
"Shashwat, what are you doing?" inquired the teacher, his tone a blend of concern and curiosity. Shashwat, momentarily pausing the tapping, replied innocently,
"Nothing, sir," He said before resuming the rhythmic beats.
Undeterred, the teacher continued with the lesson, trusting Shashwat's typically exemplary behaviour. However, the tapping persisted, disrupting the flow of the class. Puzzled by this unusual behaviour from his star student, the teacher asked again,
"Shashwat, is there a problem? Why are you distracting the class?"
"Sorry sir," Shashwat apologised , his gaze fixated on the distant board, the tapping continuing beneath the desk.
As the class proceeded, Shashwat's shoes created a steady accompaniment to the teacher's instructions.
"Shashwat, what are you doing?" Akash whispered, pinching his hand to draw attention to the unusual behaviour.
"Shashwat, maintain your concentration. We are all studying here." Teacher said sternly and he stopped.
The tapping, however, again started. Frustrated, the teacher paused once more, directly addressing Shashwat, "Shashwat, what is happening? Why are you creating a disturbance in the class?"
"Sorry, sir," Shashwat responded, feigning innocence, but the rhythmic tapping stopped almost immediately.
A mischievous grin played on Shashwat's face as he boldly continued the tapping. Ignoring the warning, he intensified the sound, challenging the usual dynamics of the classroom.
"Shashwat, what happened to you? Sir tujhe bahar phek denge," warned Reyansh, perplexed by the unexpected disruption.
Shrugging his shoulders, Shashwat continued the rhythmic tapping, seemingly oblivious to the commotion around him. Akash and Reyansh exchanged puzzled glances, trying to comprehend their friend's unusual conduct.
The teacher, realising the severity of the disruption, finally declared,
"Shashwat, step outside the class." Unfazed, Shashwat stood up with a grin, leaving behind a puzzled and stunned classroom. Akash who just understood the actual intention muttered to himself,
"Hey Bhagwan! Kya ho gaya mere dost ko?" while Reyansh looked on in disbelief.
In the school corridor, Shashwat stood before Siya, a surprise evident in her gaze as Arushi's revelation about his discipline echoed in her mind. They found themselves in a delicate moment, unable to move from their places, yet connected by a subtle thread of unspoken emotions.
Siya's eyes wandered over Shashwat's face, studying his features with an intensity that revealed her fascination. His gaze was fixed on the sky, perhaps lost in thoughts, creating an aura of mystery around him.
With a gentle smile, Shashwat lowered his gaze to meet Siya's astonished eyes. Raising his eyebrows playfully, he invited her into the silent conversation that unfolded between them. Siya, caught in the enchantment of the moment, looked down with a subtle shake of her head, expressing disbelief and a touch of amusement.
Noticing a few strands of Siya's hair dancing in the breeze, Shashwat's fingers traced an imaginary line, gesturing for her to tuck them behind her ear. Siya, responding to the unspoken request, blushed as she followed his subtle guidance, a quiet acknowledgment of the intimacy that lingered between them.
As the school bell chimed, signalling the end of their brief encounter, they exchanged a lingering gaze filled with understanding.
"Shashwat tujhe kya ho gaya tha?? Why were you behaving so strange?" Reyansh asked, curiosity etched across his face.
"Wo..aise hi. Chalo na canteen me, otherwise lunch over ho jayega," Shashwat replied, attempting to brush off the subject, while Akash couldn't resist giving him a mischievous smirk.
As they reached the canteen, they noticed their respective interests already seated, engrossed in their lunch. Arushi and Reyansh's eyes met, and the memory of yesterday's incident lingered in the air. Arushi smiled shyly, her attention shifting to her food, while Reyansh, with a reciprocal smile, approached the chair just behind her.
"Yaar!! Those guava look so tempting. I want to eat them." Siya exclaimed, pointing towards a guava tree visible through the school window.
"That is Principal Ma'am's fruit orchard. It's not possible to get fruits from there. No one is allowed to go there." Arushi replied, a slight pout forming on her face.
Unbeknownst to them, Shashwat overheard their conversation, and an idea sparked in his mind.
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After the school bell rang, a group of students lingered behind, engrossed in decorating the premises. The initial decorations were dedicated to the chief guests, but now, the focus shifted to embellishing the school for the upcoming Diwali celebration, with the holidays set to commence the next day.
"Bhai kitna decoration karvayenge ye log!" Siya exclaimed in frustration, hands adorned with vibrant rangoli colors as she worked with her friends.
["Bro, how much decoration are they getting done?"]
""That day, the school trustees had come, so the decoration was done. And today, it's for Diwali." Arushi explained, trying to soothe Siya's annoyance. Siya sighed, understanding the purpose.
"Where is your bhaiya?" she inquired, scanning the area for Shashwat, who was conspicuously absent.
"Haan, Akash is also nowhere to be found. Reyansh bhaiya to udhar hi khade hain, diya decoration me lage huye hain," Richa informed Siya, pointing towards where Reyansh was dedicatedly working on the decorative diyas.
"Bhaiya had said that if they need any items for decoration, he has gone to the stationery after taking permission from Ma'am." Arushi added, shedding light on Shashwat and Akash's whereabouts. Siya just nodded in acknowledgment.
Arushi, Siya, and Richa were deeply engrossed in creating a colorful Rangoli for Diwali. However, Richa's unintentional mistakes which was spoiling the Rangoli again and again were testing Siya's patience.
"Richa, get lost!! Isse pehle ham rangoli par tera sar ghaseet den." Siya expressed her frustration, trying to salvage their Rangoli design.
["Richa, get lost!! Before I might drag your head on the rangoli."]
"Yaar, sorry," Richa apologized, realizing her repeated blunders.
Arushi intervened, suggesting, "Richa, go and see the decoration for the lamp. Get out of here." Reluctantly, Richa moved towards the diya decoration area.
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On the other side, Shashwat and Akash found themselves near a wall bordering the fruit orchard belonging to the principal.
"Shashwat, tu na ek din apni ashiqui ke chakkar me mujhe marvayega," Akash said, shaking his head.
["Shashwat, one day you'll get me killed in the chaos of your love"]
"Shshh!! Kuch nahi hoga. Let's climb the wall," Shashwat dismissed any concerns, urging Akash to join him in their covert adventure. Together, they scaled the wall and entered the forbidden orchard.
"Shashwat, I can't believe this! Tu kya se kya ho gaya! Maine kabhi sapne me bhi nahi socha tha ki tu aur chori karega," Akash expressed disbelief, struggling to reconcile Shashwat's current actions with his past self.
["How you have changed! I never even dreamed that you would resort to stealing."]
"Haan to kon sa sona chandi lene aaya hun. I am here for just a few guavas for my mi... Siya," Shashwat defended.
"And you can give some to Richa also. She will be happy," Shashwat suggested, emphasising the goodwill behind their impromptu fruit heist.
"Richa doesn't like guavas," Akash pointed out.
"Whatever! Chal ab let's climb this tree aur jaldi se lekar bhagte hain idhar se," Shashwat decided, taking charge of their guava-picking mission. They ascended the tree, plucking ripe guavas.
Amidst the fruit-laden branches, Shashwat descended smoothly from the guava tree, prompting Akash to follow suit.
"Akash, get down now." Shashwat advised, a touch of impatience in his tone.
"Yaar, main fas gaya hoon yahan. I don't know how to get down," Akash confessed, his eyes reflecting a mix of concern and helplessness.
"What!! Kisne kaha tha itna upar jane ke liye? Jaldi kar yaar, before security guards arrive here," Shashwat urged, his apprehension growing.
["What!! Who said to go this high? Hurry up, buddy."]
"Bhaii, I can't! I am not able to get down," Akash admitted, his predicament becoming increasingly apparent.
Just then, the rhythmic sound of approaching guard footsteps reached their ears, widening their eyes in panic.
"Sit there only," Shashwat instructed, and hide behind some long, overgrown plants.
"No one is here," the guard declared, scrutinizing the vicinity.
"But I heard the voice," another guard insisted.
"We should check then," the first one decided, and they began their systematic search.
Shashwat gulped audibly, closing his eyes tightly, silently praying for a swift escape. Meanwhile, Akash, attempting to blend into his leafy refuge, hatched a plan.
"Hooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!" he began in a low, eerie voice.
"What the hell is he doing!" Shashwat muttered, facepalming himself.
"K.. kon hai?" the guard asked, now visibly scared, but Akash persisted with the ghostly sounds.
"I think there is a ghost," another guard suggested.
"Par wo to raat ko aate hain," one of them argued.
[But they used to come at night.]
"Dophar me bhi aate hain," another chimed in. As Akash let out another spine-chilling howl, both guards, convinced that a ghostly presence haunted the orchard, hastily retreated, leaving the duo relieved yet amused at the success of their impromptu diversion.
Amid the lush backdrop of the fruit orchard, Shashwat heaved a sigh of relief, emerging from their concealed spot.
"Akash, jump down. I promise I will catch you," Shashwat reassured, his tone carrying a blend of sincerity and urgency.
"Tere upar to mujhe ab bilkul bharosa nahi raha," Akash retorted, his skepticism evident as he eyed the distance to the ground.
["I don't believe you."]
"Akash, trust me. Jaldi kar yaar... isse pehle wo vapas aa jayen," Shashwat urged, scanning their surroundings for any signs of approaching trouble.
"Ok then. Sambhal lena," Akash agreed reluctantly, mustering the courage to take the leap. Shashwat watched with widened eyes as Akash descended, instinctively stepping backward to avoid a direct impact.
"Mummmyyyyyy!!!!! Meri kamar!!!" Akash winced in pain lying on the ground. Although the thick layer of grass had spared him any serious injury.
["My waist."]
"Akash, are you ok?" Shashwat asked, genuine concern replacing his earlier tension as he approached his fallen friend.
"Sale! Dhokebaaz!! Aasten ka saanp hai tu. Tere upar kabhi bharosa nahi karunga mai ab," Akash grumbled, sitting on the grass and caressing his waist, nursing the twinge of pain. Shashwat wore an apologetic expression, realizing the consequences of his suggestion.
["Traitor! Deceiver!!I'll never trust you again."]
"Sorry yaar! I wasn't aware," Shashwat apologized, genuinely regretful for the unintended outcome.
"Shut up!!" Akash retorted, his playful annoyance evident. Shashwat extended a helping hand, assisting Akash in getting back on his feet.
"We should leave now," Shashwat suggested, eager to put the orchard escapade behind them. They both climbed over the walls, with Akash expressing his grievances all the way, cursing Shashwat for his misadventure.
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As Shashwat and Akash stepped into the school premises, they stumbled upon Siya and Arushi engrossed in the art of crafting rangoli.
"Kaise dun ye usse?" Shashwat inquired, seeking advice on creating the perfect rangoli.
["How should I give this to him?"]
"Just go and give it to him under the pretext of checking the rangoli nearby... And Reyansh is also not far, this is the perfect opportunity.," Akash suggested, adding a casual shrug.
"But Aru is there," Shashwat pointed out, making a face at the prospect of involving Arushi.
"Wait, I will call Arushi," Akash offered to help and went towards them.
"Arushi, Richa is calling you in activity room. She needs your help," Akash conveyed, and Arushi nodded in acknowledgment.
"I am coming in few minutes."Arushi said to Siya before leaving for the activity room.
""The path is clear now, go ahead... I am going to drink water, tired of sitting on the tree."," Akash excused himself and left the scene.
As Shashwat observed Siya delicately creating the rangoli, the sunlight filtering through the trees enhanced her gentle movements. Strands of her hair, swaying in the breeze, framed her face like a delicate halo. Mesmerised by her serene expression, Shashwat couldn't resist the urge to draw closer, each step bringing him nearer to the captivating sight.
Caught in the enchantment of Siya's presence, Shashwat, lost in thought, took a step forward without realising his surroundings. His foot inadvertently landed on the delicate rangoli, shattering the intricate design Siya had painstakingly crafted. Startled, he snapped out of his reverie, his heart sinking as he realised his unintentional mistake. The vibrant colours now marred beneath his feet, an unintended disruption to the artistic creation before him.
Akash descended to the ground, only to witness Shashwat standing right on the delicate rangoli.
"Andha hai kya dikhai...," Siya's frustrated voice echoed as she looked up, spotting Shashwat with widened eyes.
In his haste to escape the rangoli mishap, Shashwat inadvertently stepped on the intricate patterns, smudging the designs and leaving behind a trail of unintended destruction.
"Bhai, bahar nikalna hai wahan dance kya kar raha hai?" Akash exclaimed, making his way towards Shashwat. He grabbed his hand, pulling him away from the compromised rangoli.
["Bro, you need to go outside. Why are you dancing there?"]
"Are you mad? Look at thw condition of Rangoli," Akash remarked, glancing at Siya, who shot an irritated glare at Shashwat.
Shashwat, realising the gravity of the situation, stared at the smeared rangoli, his eyes widening in shock. Siya's disappointment was palpable as she looked down at the once meticulous creation.
"Kitne mehnat se banaya tha hamne," Siya expressed her disappointment, her voice reflecting a mixture of frustration and regret.
Arushi, Richa, and Reyansh arrived at the scene, curious about the commotion and the state of the rangoli.
"Bhaiya Richa didn't called me." Arushi asked in confusion.
"A....w...wo to I was joking, prank hahahahaha," Akash stammered, attempting to diffuse the tension, his eyes darting nervously.
Arushi shook her head and just then hee gaze shifted to the ruined rangoli, and her eyes widened in disbelief.
"Siya, what were you doing, dancing on the rangoli?" Arushi questioned angrily, her frustration evident.
"Um...actually, it was my fault. I accidentally stepped on the rangoli while coming outside, and the entire design got ruined," Shashwat admitted, his gaze fixed on Siya, who stared at the damaged artwork with teary eyes.
"Bhaiya...now if someone else had made this mistake, you would have been the first to take charge, and now you yourself made such a mistake...Siya had thought of the design herself, and when the rangoli was complete, you ruined it...now what will she do...Principal ma'am had given us the responsibility for this," Arushi scolded, hitting her palm on her forehead in frustration.
"Don't worry, I will talk to principal ma'am."Shashwat offered, looking down.
"Aur baat karne se kya hoga, rangoli dobara thodi banegi," Reyansh pointed out pragmatically.
"I am so sorry, I didn't realised mai yahan kab aa gaya. Mai to tumhe...," Shashwat stopped abruptly, realizing he was about to reveal something he hadn't intended. He looked at Arushi, Richa, and Reyansh, who were all curiously watching him.
"Kya tumhe bhaiya?" Arushi inquired, sensing there was more to his words.
"No.. nothing. Mai to bas use ko ye samjhane aa raha tha ki jaldi kare, abhi thoda aur bhi kaam hai," Shashwat quickly made an excuse, attempting to divert the attention.
["I was just coming to explain to him to hurry up, there's a little more work left."]
Siya looked into his eyes, seeing the genuine remorse reflected in his expression. Despite the disappointment of the ruined rangoli, she sensed his sincerity and softened slightly, her own frustration tempered by empathy for his evident remorse.
"It's all right, Jo hona tha wo ho gaya. I'll make it again. I'll keep a simple design so that it gets done quickly... Arushi, Richa, you guys take care of the remaining work, otherwise it will get too late." Siya declared, taking charge and settling on the floor to begin anew.
Arushi and Richa promptly left the scene, leaving Siya to rework the rangoli.
"Reyansh, we should help Richa and Arushi," Akash suggested to Reyansh.
"Bhai, bechari lag raha ro degi wo bas tu hai, isliye kuch nahi boli. Koi aur hota to uska khoon ho jata... ab tu hi uska mood lift kar, mai chala apni Richu ki help karne aur Reyansh ko bhi sath le jaa raha, baki tu samajhdar hai," Akash whispered to Reyansh, and they left with him.
["Bro, she looked so helpless; she didn't say anything because you were there. If it were someone else, there would have been a scene... now, you lift her mood; I'm going to help Richu, and I'll take Reyansh along. You're smart enough to handle the rest."]
Siya cleared the colors and started making the rangoli again. Just then, Shashwat interrupted.
"Wait," he said, taking her by surprise as he sat beside her.
"Let me create the design this time. After all, it was my fault that it got ruined, so it's my responsibility to fix it," he asserted.
"Nahi, it's okay. Ham kar lenge" Siya insisted.
"Kyun, hum aapki help karenge to aapko koi problem hai?" he teased, smirking. She shook her head, indicating no.
["Do you mind if I will help you?"]
"Waise bhi, you have already seen my art right?," he said, smiling. She nodded in agreement.
As Shashwat began crafting the design, Siya watched him intently, a mix of emotions playing on her face. Lost in thought, she observed his focused efforts, and a hint of admiration softened her features as she recognized his earnest attempt to make things right.
He successfully created a beautiful design, and a teasing smirk appeared on his face.
"Mujhe dekhne se man bhar gaya ho, to aap design dekh sakti hain," he teased her, making her eyes widen. She quickly shifted her gaze, biting her tongue nervously.
["If you're tired of seeing me, you can look at the design."]
"I.. was not t looking at you. I was just looking at the designs." she responded, trying to cover her slight embarrassment. Shashwat controlled his laughter, appreciating her attempt to maintain composure.
As Siya gazed at the newly crafted design, a sense of amazement lit up her eyes. Shashwat, eager for her feedback, asked, "How is it?"
"This is so beautiful, More than mine," she exclaimed in genuine excitement, a smile breaking across her face. Shashwat's efforts had not only redeemed the situation but also won her appreciation.
"Let's fill the colours," he suggested, and Siya nodded in agreement, ready to bring vibrancy back to the rangoli canvas. The duo worked in tandem, each colour adding life to the intricate patterns.
As Siya meticulously filled the colours into the rangoli, Shashwat couldn't help but gaze at her, captivated by her focused determination and graceful movements. Lost in the rhythm of her actions, he admired the way her features softened with concentration, her every gesture imbued with a quiet elegance that held him spellbound. In that moment, amidst the vibrant hues of the rangoli and the gentle afternoon sunlight, he found himself entranced by the simple beauty of her presence.
Siya's hair kept falling onto her face, obstructing her view. She attempted to push her locks away repeatedly, but they stubbornly refused to stay put, their tips stained with colours from the rangoli-making process. Frustrated, she tried to brush them aside once more, only to find her efforts futile as her hands were smeared with hues of vibrant pigments.
Observing her struggle, Shashwat reached out with a gentle touch, his fingers delicately brushing against her hair. With a tender sweep, he carefully tucked her strands behind her ears, ensuring they stayed away from her face. His touch was gentle yet firm, his actions driven by a desire to alleviate her discomfort and help her focus on their task at hand.
Siya felt a rush of warmth at his gesture, a flutter of butterflies dancing in her stomach as she met his eyes.
As Siya felt Shashwat's finger brushing her temple, she couldn't help but meet his gaze, her eyes locking with him in a moment of shared vulnerability. There was a palpable tension in the air, an unspoken acknowledgment of the significance of this simple yet intimate gesture.
In that fleeting moment, time seemed to stand still as they both grappled with the intensity of their emotions. And as they lingered in each other's presence, suspended in the silent exchange of unspoken feelings, they both knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would forever alter the course of their lives.
As Shashwat and Siya found themselves locked in a silent exchange, the tranquil moment was abruptly interrupted by the distant voices of other students.
"W...wo Mai bas...I am sorry, wo tumhe disturb ho raha tha, isliye maine kar diya. Mera koi vaisa intention nahi tha...I am really sorry agar tumhe acha nahi laga to," Shashwat stammered nervously, breaking the eye contact.
["I just... I am sorry if I was disturbing you, that's why I stopped. I didn't have any such intention. I am really sorry if you didn't like it."]
"Why are you apologising? I know you didn't mean any harm with your actions, and your intentions were pure. By apologising, are you trying to make me feel disappointed? Do you think I don't trust you?" Siya questioned, her gaze unwavering.
"It's not like that." He said and she smiled looking at rangoli.
"I have brought something for you." Shashwat added, surprising her.
"Wait a minute," he said, retrieving a guava from his bag and presenting it to her.
"Ye ye aapko kaha se mila?" she asked, genuinely surprised.
"Wo...principal ma'am ke orchard se," Shashwat admitted, avoiding eye contact.
"Kya? Aapne principal ma'am se pucha, aur unhone haan kar diya?" Siya questioned in disbelief.
["What? You asked the principal ma'am, and she agreed?"]
"Actually, wo to mai aur Akash ne," Shashwat confessed, looking down in awkwardness.
"Kya??? Aapne chori se," Siya burst into laughter. "Aap log chori karne gaye the...hey Bhagwan, matlab head boy of the school bhi chori karte hain," she teased, amusement evident in her laughter.
[You both stole those guavas?]
"You are laughing? Kitne mushkil se laya tha mai... Akash ki to kamar bhi toot te toot te reh gayi," Shashwat chuckled, half-amused and half-exasperated by their guava adventure.
["I brought it with so much difficulty... Akash's back almost broke in the process."]
"What?? Is he fine?" Siya asked, genuine concern crossing her features.
"Haan, don't worry," Shashwat reassured, a small smile playing on his lips.
"But there was no need for all this. Hum itna bhi nahi mare ja rahe the... Wo to bas choti si wish thi," Siya expressed, a mix of surprise and gratitude in her voice.
"I wanted to fulfill your every small and big wish," Shashwat confessed, his gaze fixed on her, creating a flutter in her heart for the umpteenth time. He extended the guava towards her, a symbolic offering of his earnest intentions.
Siya took the guava from his hands, her cheeks turning a shade of pink. Shashwat, with a teasing tone, said,
"Ab tum isse showcase mein rakh mat lena, kha lena," and she looked down, smiling.
["Don't keep it in showcase now."]
"But what happened to Akash bhaiya?" she inquired, curiosity evident in her eyes. Shashwat proceeded to narrate the incident, detailing Akash's misadventure in the orchard.
"Kya? Akash bhaiya ped par," Siya exclaimed, her laughter mingling with Shashwat's recount of the events.
Meanwhile, Kanak, observing the interaction from a distance, couldn't help but feel a pang of jealousy. Her friend, noting the dynamic between Shashwat and Siya, decided to add fuel to the fire.
"Yaar, Kanak, I am noticing Shashwat bhaiya and Siya from few days. There is something between them." her friend commented, subtly implying a romantic connection.
"Shut up! It's not like that. Siya is just Shashwat's best friend's sister, nothing else," Kanak retorted angrily, though a hint of suspicion lingered in her mind. She clenched her fist in frustration and walked away.
As Shashwat and Siya were engrossed in making rangoli and sharing laughter, Akash and Reyansh observed them from a distance, confusion evident on Reyansh's face.
"Arre rangoli ban bhi gayi," Akash remarked, drawing Reyansh's attention to the finished artwork. They both looked at Shashwat and Siya, who noticed their gaze. Siya swiftly hid the guava beside her, hoping to keep it a secret.
"Haan." Siya responded smiling.
"Shashwat..." Reyansh began, walking towards them with a stern expression. Shashwat and Siya stood up, exchanging a quick glance.
"Reyansh, we were just....." Shashwat attempted to explain, but Reyansh silenced him with a raised palm.
Richa, Arushi, and Akash exchanged nervous glances, sensing trouble.
"Tune itni badi baat chupai mujhse... tu mera best friend hai aur tu..." Reyansh started, glaring at Shashwat.
["You were hiding this from me?"]
"Par bhaiya," Siya interjected, but Reyansh interrupted her,
"I am not talking to you Siya." Siya exchanged worried glances with her friends, who signaled that trouble was brewing.
"Tu galat samjh raha hai, meri baat sun," Shashwat pleaded, but Reyansh was resolute.
["You are misunderstanding me... Please listen once."]
"Bhai tu please kuch galat mat samjh, aur please tu Siya ko kuch mat bolna, ham tujhe batate hain... koi misunderstanding hogi, ham abhi clear kar sakte hain," Akash intervened.
["Bro, please don't misunderstand, and please don't say anything to Siya. We'll explain to you... there might be a misunderstanding, and we can clear it up now."]
"Ek minute, Shashwat itna acha artist hai iske liye mai Siya ko kyun daatunga, aur isme misunderstanding kya hai, saaf clear hai ki Shashwat ne mujhe kabhi nahi bataya," Reyansh expressed in confusion.
["Shashwat is such a good artist; why would I scold Siya for that? And what's the misunderstanding? It's clear that Shashwat never told me anything."]
"Kya? You were talking about this?"Shashwat asked, and Reyansh burst into laughter.
"Arre, I was just joking yaar. Itna serious kyun ho gaye sab?" Reyansh clarified, and everyone sighed in relief.
"Yaar, clearly bolna chahiye tha na!" Shashwat said, relieved yet exasperated.
[You should have cleared it."]
"Accha late ho raha hai. Chal, hum apna bag lekar aate hain. Tum sab yahi rukna," Akash suggested, and the trio left the scene, leaving behind a mixture of relief and amusement.
["Alright, it's getting late. Come on, let's grab our bags. You all stay here."]
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Under the moonlit night, Ritika stood on the quiet road, draped in a graceful grey saree that cascaded elegantly around her. The pallu gently swayed in the cool breeze, revealing subtle hints of silver embroidery. Her ears sparkled with delicate earrings, catching glimmers of streetlight.
With a bindi adorning her forehead like a jewel, Ritika carefully applied the final touch to her traditional look. Her luscious hair, left untamed, flowed down her back like a cascade of silk.
As the distant hum of approaching footsteps echoed, Ritika's gaze fixed on the road, awaiting Arav's arrival.
As the night embraced the scene, a sleek car pulled up in front of Ritika. The soft purr of the engine subsided, and the door swung open, revealing Arav dressed in a sophisticated brown blazer, paired with a sleek black shirt and pants. His attire exuded a blend of confidence and charm.
Upon laying eyes on Ritika, a momentary pause gripped Arav. His gaze fixated on her, his normally composed demeanour momentarily faltering. The grey saree, the cascading hair, the subtle yet enchanting adornments-she was a vision that captivated him. Time seemed to stand still for a brief moment as he walked towards her, a hint of awe reflecting in his eyes.
For the first time, Arav felt a subtle flutter within, a newfound sensation stirred by Ritika's presence. It wasn't just admiration; it was an enchantment that surpassed mere attraction. As he approached, his steps echoed the rhythm of his racing heart, and the air around them seemed charged with an unspoken connection.
"You are looking so handsome, Swami," Ritika complimented, breaking his trance. He blinked, momentarily caught off guard by her words.
"Chalo," he said, regaining composure, opening the car door for her. Ritika gracefully entered, her saree's pallu trailing outside. Arav, with a gentle bend, secured the pallu on her lap before closing the door.
"Aapne bataya nahi mai kaisi lag rahi hu?" she inquired, seeking his opinion. Arav remained silent.
[You didn't tell me how am I looking?"]
"Swami, are you listening?" she playfully called, teasing him by tingling her bangles in front of his face.
"Ritika, what are you doing? Accident ho jayega," he cautioned, and she pouted, withdrawing her hand.
She decided to break the silence by switching on the car's radio. The sweet melody of the song filled the air as she grinned, clearly enjoying the tune that began from the second paragraph and she started to sing along with the song.
"Khanke choodi meri tujhe bulane ko,
sajti hun mai tujhe hi bas dikhane ko,," she sang, her fingers gracefully dancing, tingling the bangles near Arav's ears, creating a subtle symphony that resonated with the car's rhythmic movement.
"Kar de na pagal tujhe hayyee pagal tujhe,
Roop mera phir mere kis kaam ka," she continued, her playful nudges intertwining with the lyrics as she subtly brushed his hand from her elbow. Arav, though maintaining an air of indifference, couldn't help but steal glances at her through the front mirror, captivated by her animated expressions.
"Ek munda meri umra da hayee meri umra da,
dekho, dilon ki ye baatein nahi nahi janta.
Zalima hayee dekho dilon ku ye baatein nahi janta," she dramatised, her hands moving dramatically, and a genuine smile, despite his attempts to suppress it, graced Arav's face, mirroring the infectious joy radiating from Ritika.
"Bahot badi nautanki ho tum," Arav chuckled, shaking his head with a warm smile. Ritika giggled in response.
["You are a drama queen."]
As Ritika and Arav stepped out of the car, they found themselves standing before the entrance, where the lively sounds of music and laughter spilled into the night. The entrance was adorned with twinkling fairy lights, creating a whimsical path that led them into the heart of the festivities.
Upon entering, the interior of the palace unfolded like a grand tapestry. The ballroom, with its high ceilings and crystal chandeliers, hosted the vibrant freshers party. The air was infused with the lively beats of music, and a kaleidoscope of colours illuminated the dance floor.
The palace's opulent corridors hosted various stalls and interactive activities, adding a touch of excitement to the evening. Guests mingled, dressed in an array of dazzling attires, creating a lively and celebratory atmosphere.
As Arav and Ritika moved inside together, the grandeur of the palace blended seamlessly with the exuberance of the freshers party.
Amidst the vibrant festivities of the freshers party, Arav found a moment to catch up with his friends across the room. As he immersed himself in conversation and laughter, he couldn't help but feel a subtle tug of possessiveness regarding Ritika.
Unbeknownst to Arav, Ritika, sensing a brief disconnect, decided to join her circle of friends. Among them was Mohit, a male friend known for his friendly banter. They laughed and exchanged anecdotes, the atmosphere around them effervescent with camaraderie.
Arav, glancing over his shoulder, noticed Ritika engrossed in conversation with Mohit. A flicker of jealousy crept into his expression as he observed their easy rapport.
Arav, feeling a surge of discomfort and jealousy, moved closer and stood with folded arms across his chest, his gaze fixed on Mohit.
"Oh wow, tumne saree pehni hai?" Mohit casually remarked, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air.
"Itne der se notice nahi kiya tune?" Ritika playfully retorted.
"No, actually, meri nazar to tumhare chehre se hat hi nahi rahi thi," Mohit replied with a smirk, earning a light slap on the shoulders from Ritika, who was giggling at his cheeky remark.
Arav's expression tightened, his irritation becoming palpable. "What's so funny?" he questioned, his tone sharp, capturing their attention.
"Swa... Arav, aap kab aaye?" Ritika asked, attempting to diffuse the tension.
[When did you came?]
"When you were busy with him," Arav replied, his gaze still fixed on Mohit, who seemed unfazed.
"Ritika, I want to talk to you. Chalo," he declared, gently holding her wrist, the urgency evident in his eyes.
"Where?" Ritika inquired, her curiosity sparking amidst the pulsating music.
"Chalo to," he urged, his tone a blend of earnestness and determination.
"Okk byy Mohit," Ritika said, casting a brief farewell glance towards Mohit. Mohit, sensing the shift in dynamics, extended his hand for a friendly shake. However, Arav intercepted, offering his hand instead.
"See you later," Mohit said with a casual smile, accepting the handshake from Arav. As Arav guided Ritika away from the vibrant crowd, Mohit remained behind, his gaze lingering on their departing figures.
Arav led Ritika to a quieter corner, away from the rhythmic beats and laughter of the party.
"What happened?" she asked, her brow furrowed in confusion.
Arav, unable to contain his concern, questioned, "What was that?" His gaze was fixed on her, searching for an explanation.
"What?" Ritika replied, her frown deepening at his abrupt inquiry.
"What were you doing with him?" Arav's voice carried a hint of possessiveness, his unease surfacing.
"Aap to apne friends ke sath busy the... and I was getting bored, so uske sath baatein kar rahi thi," Ritika explained, shrugging her shoulders.
"Koi aur nahi mila uske alawa? Itna bada flirt hai wo," Arav retorted, his protective instincts flaring.
"Haan to mere to bas ek do friends hain, aur wo abhi tak aayi nahi aur aap bhi busy the. And he was good company," Ritika defended her choice, her expression showcasing a mix of frustration and defiance.
["Yes, I only have one or two friends, and they haven't arrived yet, and you seem busy too."]
"Seriously? Koi aur nahi mila except that flirt?" Arav questioned, his tone laced with disapproval.
"He is a nice guy. By the way this party is looking so boring na?"Ritika deflected, attempting to shift the focus.
"I don't know. Go and ask your nice guy to entertain you," Arav suggested, folding his arms across his chest
"Are you jealous?" she asked with a mischievous smirk, her eyes glinting with amusement.
"No way!" Arav quickly denied, looking everywhere except at her, attempting to maintain his composure.
"To aap ITV ke hero jaise kyun behave kar rahe hain jo apni heroine ko kisi aur ladke ke sath dekh kar jealous hota hai," she teased, her words lingering in the air as Arav rolled his eyes in response.
["Why are you behaving like a hero from an Indian TV show who gets jealous seeing his heroine with another guy?"]
"Shut up!" he retorted, a hint of frustration in his voice.
"So you are not feeling jealous?" she probed further, her playful demeanor persisting.
"Not at all," Arav affirmed, but Ritika's pout indicated that his denial had not quite convinced her.
"Huh! Koi fayda hi nahi hua aaj," she huffed, expressing her disappointment.
["All went in vain."]
"What?" Arav questioned, genuinely confused by her reaction.
"Aree matlab, na hi aap jealous huye ITV ke hero ke tarah aur mai saree pehen kar, itna ready hokar aayi aapke liye so I thought you will react like the TV and will feel something different aur mujhpar fida ho jaoge. Par sara plan to bekar ho gaya," she explained with a pout, her disappointment evident.
[Neither you were jealous nor you fell for me even when I dressed up so beautifully."]
"So ITV hero falls for heroine's dress and outer appearance? I thought love is about falling for inner beauty," Arav remarked, surprising Ritika with his unexpected insight.
"Wow Swami... Impressive haan!" Ritika clapped, genuinely impressed by his response.
Just as, Ritika's friends made their entrance, injecting a burst of energy into the vibrant gathering. As she spotted them, a natural enthusiasm lit up Ritika's eyes.
"My friends are here. See you later, Swami," she announced with a warm smile and turned to leave but stopped by Arav's voice.
"Vaise... acchi lag rahi ho," he complimented, walking away, leaving Ritika wide-eyed.
["You are looking good."]
"Did he just complimented me? For the first time!!" she exclaimed, a wide grin forming on her face. Despite the simplicity of the compliment, it held a beauty that transcended the surface, making it a memorable moment for Ritika in the midst of the freshers party.
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