violetriot
At Nalanda University, love doesn't start with eye contact.
It starts with a username.
No names. No faces. Just late-night conversations typed under fake identities, where people say things they'd never dare to say out loud.
There's an account everyone follows.
@CampusConfessions_404
It posts secrets. Crushes. Regrets. Bad decisions. Worse decisions.
Sometimes it creates love stories.
Most of the time, it ruins them.
And somehow, no one ever learns.
Ananya Mehta has everything under control. Grades, schedules, future plans.
Love is the only thing that keeps glitching.
Every date ends badly. Every almost-relationship crashes before it begins.
And there's always one common factor.
Kabir Arora.
The guy who shows up at the worst possible time, says the wrong thing, and walks away like he didn't just ruin everything.
Meanwhile, somewhere between 2 a.m. and bad life choices, Ananya logs into her anonymous account and vents to someone she's never met.
Someone who understands her.
Someone who replies.
Someone who knows exactly what to say.
Kabir Arora has no interest in love.
But he does have a habit of replying to strangers online.
Especially one girl who rants about her disastrous love life and a very specific "idiot" who keeps showing up in it.
He finds her annoying.
He also replies every single time.
Across campus, Rhea Kapoor and Arjun Malhotra are busy playing cupid.
Secretly running the confession page.
Pairing people up.
Breaking people apart.
Calling it "romantic intervention."
It's not.
It's chaos.
And then there's Mira Desai, whose love life is a series of unfortunate events.
And Ishaan Khanna, who somehow keeps being present for every single one of them.
Not on purpose.
Just... consistently.
Six people.
Three love stories.
One campus where everyone is connected in ways they don't understand yet.
And one very simple problem:
They're all talking to each other.
They just don't know it.
Yet.