SCENE - 1    [ Anvi x Shivaksh  ]                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                         She saw a book she wanted to buy but had no money . she sighed and said to herlself , "I wish I were rich so I could buy this book ."

A guy standing next to her heard her words but stayed silent .

two days later , she received a parcel . inside was a diary . when she opened it she was surprisd to see the same book written inside .

there was a small note :

"I am sorry , I am not rich , but I found a pdf on google and wrote it for you . One day , when I have enough money , I will buy you the real one .           

SCENE  - 2                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

"Pyaar karte hain humse?" (Do you love me?) she asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper.

He didn't dare to look into her eyes. His fingers curled into fists at his sides, his throat dried up. "H...nnnnn..." (Y...yes...) he stuttered, his voice trembling.

A grin spread on her lips, but she immediately masked it, tilting her head slightly. Her expression turned serious.

"Hum maar rahe hain aapko?" (Am I hurting you?) This time, her tone was firm, demanding an answer.

His gaze flickered to her face before dropping to the floor again. His fingers twitched nervously. "Nhi...nhi maar rhi..." (No... you're not hurting me...) he murmured, shaking his head.

She folded her arms, raising a brow. "Toh aap darr kyun rahe hain humse?" (Then why are you scared of me?) she asked, placing her hands on her hips, her stance assertive.

He hesitated before finally lifting his gaze. The purity in her eyes, the warmth, the curiosity—they pulled him in. He lost himself, his heart pounding in his chest.

She sighed, shaking her hand in front of his face, snapping him out of his daze. "Bataiye," (Tell me,) she urged gently, her eyes searching his.

He gulped, shifting on his feet. His fingers nervously played with the hem of his shirt. "Aap gussa nhi hain humse?" (You're not angry with me?) he asked hesitantly.

Her brows knitted together in confusion. "Kis liye?" (For what?)

He exhaled, lowering his head slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper, laced with embarrassment. "Hum...aap pe nazar rakhte the..." (I... used to keep an eye on you...)

Anvi's lips parted slightly before she let out a soft giggle. His honesty and awkwardness were unbearably cute. She playfully tilted her head.

"Toh kya hua? Aapne kuch galat thodi kiya hamare saath." (So what? You didn't do anything wrong to me.)

He let out a sigh, but the nervousness didn't leave him. He finally found his voice. "Par ek ladki ko bina uski marzi ke dekhna is not good na?" (But watching a girl without her permission isn't right, is it?) His voice was more stable now, a flicker of self-doubt in his eyes.

Anvi smirked, stepping a little closer. "Acha... aap dekhte the humein ya taadte the?" (Oh really... were you just looking at me or staring?) Her eyes narrowed teasingly, a mischievous glint in them.

His eyes widened in panic. He immediately shook his head. "Nhi! Hum taadte nhi the, sacchi!" (No! I wasn't staring, I swear!) He blurted out, his hands flying up in defense. "Woh toh aap itni sundar hain ki humari nazar  hi nhi hatti aap pese  ... Hum jhooth nhi keh rahe!" (It's just that you're so beautiful that I couldn't look away... I swear I'm not lying!) His words spilled out in a rush before he could stop himself.

And then—a loud, melodious laugh escaped Anvi's lips. She threw her head back, her laughter ringing through the air. His flustered face, his panicked expression—it was just too adorable.

He stared at her, lips slightly parted, completely mesmerized. She was laughing at him... but damn, she looked even more breathtaking when she did.

SCENE -3        [ Rivansh x Shaisha ]

"Aeeeeeee! Suar ke sage foofe ki godd li aulaad! (You son of a pig's uncle's concubine!)" she screamed, her voice echoing through the corridor, dripping with sheer rage.

Her furious eyes bore into him as she pointed an accusing finger at his face. Her chest heaved, her breath coming out in sharp bursts as anger coursed through her veins. "Itni badi cycle nhi dikhti kya? (Can't you see such a big cycle?)" she barked, her tone laced with mockery and frustration. "Khudke paas gaadi hai toh doosre ke samaan ko uḍhate phiroge? (Just because you have a car, do you think you can go around destroying other people's belongings?) Samajhte kya ho khudko? (Who do you think you are?)"

The boy stood frozen for a second, staring at her in sheer disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend the audacity of this girl. His dark eyes narrowed, burning with a storm of fury. His jaw clenched, his lips pressing into a thin line as his hands curled into tight fists at his sides.

"You the hell...!" he seethed, taking a menacing step forward, his voice dripping with venom. "Iss 2 rupay ki ghatara cycle ke liye tumhari himmat kaise hui mujhse aise baat karne? (For this two-rupee worthless cycle, how dare you talk to me like this?)" His voice was low, but each word was laced with a deadly intensity.

His gaze darkened further, filled with contempt as his lips twisted into a smirk. "Tumhari aukaat bhi nahi hai mere samne khade hone ki, aur iss tone mein baat kar rahi ho? (You don't even have the status to stand in front of me, and you're speaking to me in this tone?)" His chuckle was cold, mocking, and dangerous.

He leaned in just enough to make her feel his towering presence. "Sirf ek phone call pe tumhe iss school se toh kya, iss city se bahar phikwa sakta hoon main. (With just one phone call, I can get you thrown out of not just this school, but this entire city.)" His words dripped with power and arrogance, a cruel glint in his eyes as he watched for her reaction.

For a fleeting second, her fingers twitched, her body slightly stiffening. But she didn't move back. She didn't let the shiver that ran down her spine show on her face. Her chin stayed high, her hands curling into fists at her sides. No matter how intimidating he was, she refused to let him see even a flicker of fear in her eyes.

The air between them crackled with tension, both refusing to back down.

                                                                                                                                                                                                      SCENE - 4 

hume aapse pyaar ho gya h rivansh ......hum nhi jante kaise kab kyu .....bas ho gya ......aapka gussa , aapki baate ,,,,,, aapki narazagi hume acchi lagne lagi h ......aap acche lagne lage h hume ...shaisha said her breath uneven her eyes darting everywhere except him . 

hum jante h aap humse pyaar nhi karte ....par inn feelings ko hum apne mann  m nhi chupa paa rhe the kyunki aapko inhe janne samjhne haq h kyunki ye aapke liye h ....au aapki h .......aap chahe to aap hume mana kar sakte h hum bura nhi manenge ....hum aapka faisla hamri haqeeqat samjhkar aonayeneg ....she said her eyes showing her reality .her emotions .

he looked at her a smirk playing on his lips ........kisne kaha ki hume tum psnd nhi ho hume to to tum usi din psnd aagai thi jis din pehli baar kisi ne hamae khilaaf jane ki koshish ..... hum bhi tumse pyaar karte h shaisha ...saying this he hugged her ...his eyes eyes darkening and a devlish smile played on his lips .

Shaisha's breath came in uneven gasps, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she struggled to meet his gaze. Her fingers clenched and unclenched at her sides, her heart hammering against her ribs. She swallowed hard, forcing the words past the lump in her throat.

"Hume aapse pyaar ho gaya hai, Rivansh...hum nahi jaante kaise, kab, kyun...bas ho gaya" (I have fallen in love with you, Rivansh...I don't know how, when, or why...it just happened.)

Her voice trembled, and her eyes darted everywhere—anywhere but at him.

"Aapka gussa, aapki baatein, aapki narazgi...hume acchi lagne lagi hai." (Your anger, your words, even your resentment...I have started to like it.)

She let out a shaky breath, her fingers gripping the fabric of her dress. Her heart felt like it would burst, but she had to say this. She had to let him know.

"Aap acche lagne lage hain hume..." (I've started liking you...) she admitted, her voice barely above a whisper.

For the first time, she dared to glance at him, her eyes shining with raw vulnerability.

"Hum jaante hain aap humse pyaar nahi karte..." (I know you don't love me...) she continued, her voice laced with acceptance, but not regret.

"Par in feelings ko hum apne mann mein nahi chhupa paa rahe the kyunki aapko inhe jaane, samajhne ka haq hai...kyunki yeh aapke liye hain...aur aapki hain." (But I couldn't keep these feelings buried inside me because you have the right to know them, to understand them...because they are for you...they belong to you.)

A wry smile tugged at the corner of her lips as she exhaled.

"Aap chahein toh hume mana kar sakte hain...hum bura nahi manayenge." (If you want, you can reject me...I won't feel bad.)

Her voice was steady now, calm in its truth.

"Hum aapka faisla hamari haqeeqat samajhkar apnaayenge." (I will accept your decision as my reality.)

Her eyes held nothing but honesty—no demands, no expectations. Just the silent weight of her emotions, bared for him to see.

For a moment, there was silence.

Then, Rivansh tilted his head, his lips curving into a slow smirk.

His dark eyes locked onto hers, unreadable yet intense, like a predator who had finally caught its prey. A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest, his gaze never wavering.

"Kisne kaha ki hume tum pasand nahi ho?" (Who told you that I don't like you?)

His voice was smooth, almost teasing, but there was something dark lingering beneath it. He took a step closer, his presence suffocating, intoxicating.

"Hume toh tum usi din pasand aa gayi thi jis din pehli baar kisi ne hamare khilaaf jaane ki koshish ki." (I liked you the very day someone first dared to stand against me.)

His eyes flickered with something dangerous, something possessive.

"Hum bhi tumse pyaar karte hain, Shaisha." (I love you too, Shaisha.)

And before she could react, he pulled her into his arms, his embrace firm yet unrelenting.

Shaisha's breath hitched, her mind reeling at his words, at his touch. Her body stiffened for a moment before melting into the warmth of his hold. But as her heart soared, she failed to notice the way his smirk deepened—the way his eyes darkened with something almost...devilish.

A storm was brewing beneath that confession. A storm she was yet to understand.

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