She was the kind of girl who never believed in love—thought it was just a passing illusion, a distraction she never needed. At just 16, she was mature beyond her years, kind-hearted, and deeply devoted to her siblings, finding joy in their laughter rather than in fleeting emotions. Love, to her, was a beautiful lie people told themselves, something she was sure would never touch her heart.

But life had other plans.

Unexpectedly, she found herself falling—falling for someone she never thought she would. Her senior, a boy who had silently loved her for the past two years, watching her from afar, waiting for the moment their paths would finally intertwine. And when they did, she gave him everything—a heart she never thought could love, a trust she never imagined offering. For the first time, love wasn't just an illusion. It was real, overwhelming, and entirely hers.   

He had always been the definition of discipline—a born topper, the kind of student who never let distractions touch his world. Rules were meant to be followed, not broken. Emotions for stranger ? They were nothing but unnecessary noise. Love? A foolish distraction that strayed people from their goals. He had his life mapped out, every step calculated, every move precise.

Until she walked in.

One glance at his junior, and everything changed. Logic failed him, reason blurred, and for the first time, his perfectly structured world felt chaotic. Love—something he once dismissed as a futile, dramatic act—became the very thing he was willing to break his own rules for.

He found himself doing things he had once mocked—waiting hours just to see her smile, finding meaning in meaningless gestures, bending rules he swore he'd never break. She made him question everything he once believed in. And yet, for the first time in his life, losing control didn't feel like a mistake. It felt like love.

She was a whirlwind of energy, a girl who believed in living life to the fullest—because Jindagi ek baar milti hai, ise bina dare jiyo. Fear was never a part of her world. After all, everyone had to die one day, so why waste time worrying? With her carefree attitude and childish innocence, she laughed in the face of rules, choosing adventure over caution, mischief over seriousness.

But fate had a twisted sense of humor.

She fell in love—hard and unexpectedly—with the one person she hated the most. The guy who annoyed her, challenged her, and never missed a chance to prove her wrong. Love was never supposed to happen between them, not in a million years. And yet, there she was, her heart betraying her, her emotions spiraling beyond control.

But the real question wasn't about her love. It was about his.

She never thought he would accept her feelings, but he did. Smiling, accepting, pulling her into his world. But did he truly love her, or was this just another one of fate's cruel games?

He was arrogance personified—confident, untouchable, a man who believed he was always right. To him, ego wasn't just pride; it was his identity. And if someone dared to hurt it, there was only one response—revenge. Ruthless, calculated, inevitable. He never let go, never forgave. To destroy the one who challenged him wasn't just a choice; it was a necessity.

And so, he did.

His actions crushed a soul that had done nothing but exist in purity. He stripped her of everything—her identity, her trust, her self-respect—watching as the light in her eyes dimmed, as the world she knew crumbled around her. To him, it was just another battle won, another lesson taught.

But did it affect him?

Did the emptiness in her gaze ever haunt him? Did the echoes of her silence ever reach the depths of his conscience? Or was he truly as heartless as he always believed himself to be?