आसमाँ सितारों से छलकने लगा
चाँद सा तू जो मुझमें चमकने लगा
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𝐃𝐄𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐍
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"Ya'll empty this place for now. I'll summon ya'll later for the indiscipline you had caused today. Head to your respective classes." The Vice principal ordered.
The boys exited the cabin, as they walked down the hallway, Shivaay couldn't help but wonder what his gang were doing in this university. He looked at them with a raised eyebrow.
Just when his mouth opened to throw some questions at them, one of the guys interrupted him.
Rohan spoke up, "We knew about your transfer to this university through a post that Samarth had shared on his social media account."
He further added, "And you know we guys ar bound to stick together, so here we are. All together."
Shivaay shot a side-eye towards Samarth, who simply brushed off the intense stare with a slight smile.
"We- We should go to the class now. I guess. Come on guys lemme show you around." Samarth suggested.
Everyone walks ahead and Shivaay is left behind. He was lost in his own thoughts. He reflected on the events that transpired in the principal's office and couldn't help but feel a sense of injustice. The principal seemed to be placing the blame solely on him for the fight that had occurred, without considering the role that others have played.
[time skip]
Despite the clashes Shivaay and Kunal had exchanged among each other, they didn't let their personal conflict affect their competitive spirit that sparked inside them for the practise regarding the upcoming event that was approacing them.
As days passed, the practise schedule got more busier and tiring. The coach guided the team on their strenghts and weak points.
However, the fire of the fight that had taken place earlier was not over yet. Atleast not from Kunal's side.
The match that he had lost, the embarassment it carried with it, still resided within him. He often took advantage of him being the team leader. He didn't left a chance of rebuking Shivaay on his footwork, passing balls to other teammates and other things.
Shivaay ignored his childish behaviour as long as he didn't crossed the line.
Meanwhile on the other side, the wedding day was fixed. It was two days after Kunal's basketball match was going to held.
Anika was ecstatic as the wedding date approached. She had always dreamed of this day, and now that it was finally becoming a reality, she couldn't contain her excitement.
Every day, she would pour over every minute detail of the wedding planning, from the venue to the flowers that would adorn the venue. She wanted everything to be perfect, down to the very last detail.
But Reyhna couldn't bring herself to fully believe Kunal. Ofcourse Anika had described him as the perfect partner, kind, loving, and above all, trustworthy. But Reyhna was hesitant to fully trust anyone with Anika's heart.
However, Anika was so happy, so full of hope, that it was hard for her to dampen her spirits. She could see the love in her eyes, the way her face lit up whenever she talked about Kunal.
"I know you're worried, Reyhna," Anika said as she sat down next to her.
"But you have to trust me on this. Kunal is different. He's the one I've been waiting for, I can feel it in my bones."
Reyhna sighed, running a hand through her hair. She wanted to believe Anika, she really did. But she couldn't bear the insecure thought to see her friend get hurt.
Anika reached out and took Reyhna's hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "I understand your doubts, Reyhna. But please, trust me on this. Give Kunal a chance to show you who he really is. I promise you, he won't disappoint."
Reyhna looked into Anika's eyes, seeing the sincerity and vulnerability in them. She felt a pang of guilt for not fully supporting her in her happiness. Anika had always been there for her, through thick and thin. She deserved to have someone who made her happy, who treated her with the love and respect she deserved.
Taking a deep breath, Reyhna nodded. "Okay, Anika. I'll give Kunal a chance. I'll try to push aside my doubts and trust in your judgment. But if he hurts you, I won't hesitate to protect you."
As the night grows darker, the two girls drifted into sleep after their busy routine of perfectly executing everything for the grand upcoming wedding.
One do changes into better for the one they love and care for!
Tej Kapoor who was known for his shrewdness and cunning ways when it came to cracking business deals. When it came to his only daughter's wedding, Anika, he put all his sly tactics aside and devoted himself wholeheartedly to making perfect arrangements for the grand event.
The wedding of Anika was a much-anticipated event in his social calendar, with invitations sent out to the top-class chefs, worldwide celebrities, and famous personalities from all around the world. The venue was set to be a luxurious palace with sprawling gardens, elegant ballrooms, and a breathtaking view of the ocean.
Tej was running here and there, overseeing every detail of the wedding preparation. From selecting the finest fabrics for the bridal attire to choosing the most exquisite designs for the decorations, he left no stone unturned to ensure that everything was perfect for his beloved daughter.
[time skip]
Reyhna was fully engrossed in Anika's wedding preparations. From choosing the perfect return gifts for the guests to decorating them, she was always by her side, making sure that everything was just right. As the days went by, her focus on the wedding grew stronger, and she barely noticed anyone else around her.
Little did she knew that somewhere in this world, there was someone who had feelings for her. Samarth.
But his heart sunk the moment he had seen her giggling and chatting with a boy who was dressed in sports uniform, holding a basketball in his hand. He wondered if the boy was her boyfriend. The thought consumed him, clouding his mind with jealousy and despair.
Lost in his own thoughts, Samarth paid no attention to his surroundings. He walked aimlessly, his heart heavy with unspoken emotions. He couldn't shake the image of Reyhna and that boy out of his mind. It felt like a dagger through his heart, knowing that someone else might have captured the heart of the girl he secretly loved.
D-Day
The sun was shining brightly as the day of the inter college sport competition had finally arrived. Excitement filled the air as students from various colleges gathered at the stadium to witness the much-anticipated event. Among the many teams participating, two individuals stood out - Shivaay and Kunal. They were considered the star players of their team.
As the team members of both sides prepared themselves in their respective dressing rooms, the atmosphere was tense with anticipation. The sound of cheering and encouragement filled the room as they changed into their uniforms and geared up for the match. Suddenly, the door swung open and in walked Kunal, the team leader. A wave of cheers erupted from his teammates as they greeted him with enthusiasm.
However, amidst the cheers, one guy spoke up, "I heard the audience is really looking forward to watching Shivaay play today. They think he's going to lead us to victory." The mention of Shivaay's name ignited a spark of jealousy in Kunal's heart.
A fire burned within him as he felt a pang of insecurity at the thought of being overshadowed by him.
The match was about to begin, and the teams members came on the court for warmup. The crowd roared with excitement as players exchanged competitive glances with each other. The referee too arrived at the court.
Shivaay still hadn't shown up at the court. The coach asked Kunal to go bring him along. Kunal nodded and went back to look for him.
As he walked passed the hallway, he saw Shivaay standing there as if he was expecting someone's arrival.
Kunal, determined to prove himself, hatched a devious plan. He definitely knew how to cross the lines of fair competition.
Discreetly he spread oil on the floor near Shivaay's position, hoping to trip him up and knock him out of the game.
Shivaay's Pov
I felt a pang of disappointment as I made my way to the basketball court. It was unlike Bhavya to not answer her phone. She had always been my biggest supporter in every phase of my life. So I wanted her to come and witness me playing today.
Unbeknownst to me, as i stepped ahead my foot placed on the slippery patch of oil and i lost my balance. With a sharp twist of my leg, I fell to the ground in agony, clutching my injured ankle.
My eye landed on Kunal, watching me from the sidelines. I noticed how he couldn't conceal the smirk that tugged at his lips.
Soon rushed the other teammates and coach rushed to my side, assessing the severity of my injury. It was clear that i wouldn't be able to continue playing.
"Shivaay, are you alright? I think you won't be able to play this match today." The coach said to me as he checked my twisted ankle.
All I did was writh in pain. It truly hurted a lot.
The substitute player was called upon to take my place, leaving the team at a disadvantage without their star player.
End of Shivaay's Pov
Despite the setback, the game started with Kunal leading the team with renewed confidence. His jealousy had driven him to sabotage his own teammate, but he was determined to prove himself as the true hero of the match. The game was fierce and intense, with both teams giving their all to secure victory.
As the final minutes ticked away, the score remained tied, and the tension on the field was palpable. Kunal, fueled by his desire to win, made a daring move towards the opposing team's goal. With a swift kick, he sent the ball soaring through the air, narrowly missing the goalkeeper's outstretched hands and scoring the winning goal for his team.
The crowd erupted in cheers as Kunal was hailed as the hero of the match. Despite his underhanded tactics, his determination and skill had ultimately led his team to victory.
Bonus Part
The vice principal, Mr. Gupta, sat in his office going through some paperwork when the phone rang. He picked it up, expecting perhaps another parent concerned about their child's grades or some disciplinary issue. However, what he heard on the other end was far more shocking.
It was Mr. Pamchal, a trustee from another prestigious college in the city, and a close friend of Mr. Gupta. His voice trembled as he informed him about the tragic death of his son, Ajay.
"Oh no, Mr. Pamchal, I feel so sorry for your loss. Away was your only child and I'm aware of how dearly you loved him." The vice principal expressed his grief.
Mr. Pamchal sobbed on the other side as the memories of his son flashed infront of his eyes. Inmidst he mumbled louder enough that it was audible to Mr. Gupta.
"I believe it was not an accident but a cold-blooded murder."
He mentioned a student named Shivaay Singh Oberoi as the prime suspect, as Ajay's friends had shared details of a recent altercation between them.
The vice principal was taken aback. Shivaay Singh Oberoi had been recommended for admission to his college just a few days ago, and his credentials seemed impeccable. How could he possibly be involved in something so sinister?
Before he could gather his thoughts, a group of students barged into his office, their faces filled with urgency.
"Sir, you need to come quickly! There's a fight in the boys' washroom, and it's getting out of hand," one of them exclaimed.
As the vice principal rushed out of his office, the weight of the situation weighed heavily on his mind. The news of Ajay's death, the suspicion hanging over Shivaay Singh Oberoi, and now a fight breaking out in his own college - it was all too much to process at once.
Arriving at the boys' washroom, he found chaos unfolding before him. Two students were engaged in a heated argument, with a crowd egging them on. Mr. Gupta wasted no time in stepping in, his authoritative voice cutting through the noise.
As he diffused the situation, his mind raced with questions.
Could there be a connection between the fight in his college and the tragic events unfolding at the other institution? Was Shivaay Singh Oberoi truly involved in Ajay's death, or was there a misunderstanding at play?
to be continued...
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शाम सा तू ढलता,
तू सुबह सा है निकलता
तेरे साए में चलता,
मैं हूँ साथ तेरे, मैं हूँ साथ तेरे
तेरे ही लिए रात भी, दिन भी मैं गुज़ारूँ
सोए तू, तुझे रात-भर मैं देखा करूँ
मुझमें तू कुछ इस तरह से हो गया है शामिल
तेरे बिन चलूँ भीड़ में तो तनहा लगूँ
आईना हो कोई, नज़र आए मुझको तू ही
मैं भी तेरा चेहरा हो गया
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