𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒐 𝒄𝒖𝒕𝒊𝒆𝒔🎀
𝑰 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒂𝒍𝒍 𝒂𝒓𝒆 𝒅𝒐𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒘𝒆𝒍𝒍..💓
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝒔𝒖𝒑𝒑𝒐𝒓𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔✨❤️ 🥀
𝑯𝒂𝒑𝒑𝒚𝒚𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✨
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“Aaj Mr. Mehta ne mujhe café kyun bulaya hai?” Naina murmured, fastening her jhumka while looking at herself in the mirror.
She tilted her head, studying her reflection with slight confusion “Aisi kya zaroori baat hai jo itni jaldi bulaya hai?” she muttered, picking up her perfume and lightly spritzing it on her wrist.
As the fragrance settled, so did an uneasy thought in her mind.
“Kahi business deal khatam toh nahi karna chah rahe?” Her eyes widened, and anxiety crept into her chest “Par kyun? Koi galti hui kya humse?”
She paused for a moment, searching her memory for any misstep. Then shook her head quickly and spoke aloud, as if convincing herself “Nahi nahi aisa toh kuch nahi hua hai”
Unbeknownst to her, her mother Prema had been standing at the door with a tray of breakfast, quietly listening. She stepped inside with a small, knowing smile.
“Kaisa ‘aisa kuch nahi hua hai’, Naina?” Prema asked, raising an eyebrow.
Naina flinched, startled, and turned around “K-kuch nahi Maa” she stammered, quickly adjusting her watch “Woh bas aise hi… kuch soch rahi thi”
Prema didn’t probe further. She set the tray on the table, picked up a sandwich, and held it near Naina’s mouth “Pehle yeh khaa lo” she said gently “Aur itna saj-dhaj ke kahaan ja rahi ho, madam?”
Still slightly flustered, Naina stuffed her laptop and charger into her bag “Mr. Ved ne café bulaya hai” she replied casually, slinging her bag over her shoulder.
Prema’s hand paused for a brief moment. A slight frown appeared on her face, but it was quickly replaced by a faint smile—one that revealed a quiet hope. She didn’t say it aloud, but somewhere deep down, she was pleased.
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The corridors outside the examination hall buzzed with murmurs—some students sighing in relief, others arguing over answers. Kaushiki stepped out, her brows furrowed as she scanned her question paper, lips moving silently as she calculated her score in her head.
"Q6 ka answer... I wrote Ujjain instead of Varanasi... ugh!" she muttered under her breath, shifting her bag onto her shoulder without looking up.
In her distracted state, she turned a corner too quickly and—
Thud!
She collided into someone—no, not just someone—a group of boys standing right near the water cooler, laughing among themselves. Her question paper fluttered to the ground as she stumbled slightly.
"Whoa careful there!" one of them said, catching her arm to steady her "Kahin gir jaati toh mujhe toh fracture ho jata" he added with a cheeky grin.
Kaushiki looked up, flustered, brushing her hair back as she bent down to pick up her paper.
"Sorry, I wasn't looking—"
"Clearly!" another boy quipped "But it's okay, we forgive you ab itni sundar ladki se takraane ka mauka roz thodi milta hai”
Kaushiki straightened up, her face a mix of irritation and awkwardness.
"Excuse me?" she said sharply, fixing her dupatta "Is this how you pass time after exams? Flirting with random girls?"
"Random? Ouch" The first boy clutched his chest in mock pain "Dil toh tod diya aapne main toh soch raha tha destiny ne takraaya hai humein."
"Destiny?" she scoffed, starting to walk past them "Destiny would be you failing the exam you probably didn’t study for"
His friends burst into laughter as he called after her "Arre naam toh bata do! Kaun hai yeh mystery girl jo mere sapno mein aayi aur mere reality mein takraayi?"
Kaushiki stood over the boys, her gaze sharp, breathing steady despite the adrenaline rushing through her veins. But then, the murmurs around her grew louder so she exhaled and took a step back, her jaw tightening.
“They’re not worth it” she muttered under her breath, adjusting her bag and turning away “I don’t need a scene”
With calm yet firm steps, she began walking down the corridor, ignoring the stares, the whispers, the snickers. But behind a pillar just meters away, Isharth was still watching.
He’d seen it all.
From the moment Kaushiki struck the first boy to the moment she chose silence over further drama.
And it didn’t sit right with him.
His jaw clenched, fists tightening around the books he held. His heart thudded with growing heat—not because of what Kaushiki had done, but because of what she’d been forced to do. The way those guys had smirked, the way people had laughed, as if she was the problem. As if standing up for herself was something to mock.
"Enough" he thought, fury simmering beneath his calm exterior "I’ve stayed quiet too long. I don’t like this shit anymore"
He looked at Kaushiki’s retreating figure—shoulders squared, head held high, but still walking away alone.
"Maybe this is my chance… maybe if I walk up to her now, she’ll see I’ve always been on her side. Maybe she’ll start seeing me... as a friend or—more than that."
He took a breath and was just about to move, just about to take that one step toward her—
Then the view in front of him made him stop and his eyes widened and also his heart skipped a beat.
He saw tha one of the boy, clearly the most confident or the most foolish—nudged his friend and took a few steps forward.
“Arre suno toh! we were just kidding thoda smile toh kar do? Lagta hai anger management class ki topper ho!”
Kaushiki paused mid-step and slowly turned her face composed with sharped eyes “Oh really?” she said as her voice was sweet but laced with warning “You think this is funny?”
“Of course!” the boy grinned, folding his arms. “I mean you bumped into us, toh thoda flirting toh banta hai, na?”
His friends chuckled behind him, egging him on.
As Isharth heared this, he gritted his teeth in anger.
Kaushiki sighed dramatically, walked back toward them, and tilted her head slightly.
“You want me to smile?” she asked innocently.
The boy raised his eyebrows, clearly thinking he had won “Haan! That’s more like it”
The next second, her knee shot up and hard and straight into his gut.
"OOF!" he collapsed to his knees, gasping for breath.
Before the others could react, she spun around, grabbed the second guy’s wrist as he reached for her shoulder, twisted it behind his back, and shoved him toward the wall.
“Flirting lesson over?” she asked coolly, her voice calm as if discussing the weather.
The third boy panicked and tried to retreat, but Kaushiki stuck out her leg, expertly tripping him. He landed flat on his back with a loud thud, eyes wide with disbelief.
Now all three were on the floor—groaning, confused, and utterly humiliated.
Kaushiki dusted her hands and looked down at them.
“You messed with the wrong girl board exam stress ke baad, tum sab mere frustration ka perfect target ban gaye”
She leaned closer to the first guy, who was still clutching his stomach.
“And next time? Keep your cheap comments to yourself or I’ll make sure you’re writing your next exam from a hospital bed.”
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she turned and walked away—this time not looking back.
The corridor watched in stunned silence. Someone even clapped softly.
Kaushiki didn’t care. She had an answer sheet in her hand, pride in her step, and three boys who’d think twice before flirting with anyone ever again.
For a moment, Isharth forgot to breathe.
Kaushiki? The same girl who sat in the second row, scribbling notes with neat handwriting and always offering extra pens to everyone?
His gaze followed her as she calmly dusted her hands and delivered a final, savage one-liner to the boys lying in defeat. There was fire in her eyes, calm in her step—and a storm in her silence.
“What... just happened?” he murmured to himself, blinking in disbelief.
A few students were whispering around him, some giggling. But Isharth was still frozen, completely taken aback.
As Kaushiki walked away, passing by where he stood, their eyes met for a brief second.
Her expression didn’t change—but there was a flicker of recognition.
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The café was softly lit, with fairy lights strung across the ceiling and the mellow hum of indie music filling the background. The air smelled of roasted coffee beans and freshly baked brownies. People chatted in hushed voices around him, but Ved heard none of it.
He sat at the corner table by the window, where the evening sun cast golden streaks across the wooden floor. His fingers drummed nervously against his coffee cup, which had gone cold an hour ago. He hadn’t touched it.
Today wasn’t just any day. Today… he was going to tell Naina everything.
The feelings he had kept buried for months, the unsent messages, the long stares when she wasn’t looking, the smiles he carried home after every shared conversation—he was finally going to say it all.
He checked his watch for the fifth time in two minutes.
5:47 PM.
“She said 5:30… Maybe traffic… maybe she’s just late…wo thik to hogi na? He asked him self “Ye kya faltu soch raha Ved….sab thik hoga”
His heart pounded harder with each passing second. He could feel the weight of the ring box in his pocket, small and velvet-blue. He had rehearsed it a hundred times. The words. The smile. The way he would hold her hand.
“Naina… you’re not just my best friend I think you’re my everything. I’ve been waiting for the right moment… and it’s today.”
His leg bounced under the table. Every time the café door opened, his head snapped up, but didn't found her.
After a while a waiter came to him. He smiled nervously at the waiter who offered to reheat his coffee “No thank you”
“Where are you, Naina…? he thought, his heartbeat now matching the rhythm of the music playing overhead.
He reached into his pocket, his fingers brushing the ring box again. He took a deep breath and looked at the empty seat across from him.
“This is it” he whispered to himself, trying to calm the storm inside him.
“Today, I’ll tell her that I love her”
Minutes turned to an hour. The sunlight faded into a dull grey, and the once-warm café lights now felt cold and distant.
Naina didn’t come.
Ved’s smile slowly disappeared, replaced by a heavy silence inside him. His fingers stopped drumming, and his shoulders slumped. The coffee had long turned bitter and stale—like the hope that had been keeping him going.
He looked at the chair across from him, empty... just like the promises he’d made to himself.
His heart, which had been thumping excitedly, now felt still—just tired.
He pulled out his phone again and there is no messages and no missed call.
A soft sigh escaped him, and with it, a single tear rolled down his cheek. He hadn’t even realized he was crying until it touched the corner of his lips “Tum k-kyu nahi aai N-naina?”
He wiped it away quickly, stood up, and took one last glance at the untouched cupcake he had ordered for her—her favorite, red velvet.
Without another word, Ved tucked the small ring box back into his coat pocket and walked out of the café.
As he stepped into the open air, his mind still clouded with confusion and sadness, he stopped—something felt off.
There was a crowd gathered near the intersection just a few feet away from the café. People murmured in panic, craning their necks to look at something beyond the line of vehicles. Ved’s eyes followed theirs.
An ambulance.
Its siren blared as it sped away, cutting through the noise like a knife through silence.
Ved’s stomach dropped. He took a step forward, unsure why his heart suddenly felt like it had stopped beating altogether.
Two girls in school uniforms whispered nearby “Poor girl... it happened so fast” one said.
“She was just crossing the road near the café, right?” the other replied.
Ved’s blood ran cold and his eyes widened “N-nahi nahi” he muttered.
His pulse quickened as panic crept into his chest like wildfire. His feet moved on their own toward the crowd.
He pushed through people, desperate to see—hoping, praying, and yet terrified of what he might find.
“N-naina…?” he whispered to the wind.
But the only answer was the fading sound of the ambulance in the distance.
Ved stood frozen on the sidewalk, the sounds around him muffled—like the world had been dipped underwater. His heart felt like it was being squeezed in a slow, cruel grip, but somehow…
He shook his head “No… she’s fine. She must be”
His breath came out shaky, but he forced his feet to move “She’s probably caught up somewhere” he muttered to himself “She’ll call she always does…”
Clutching his coat tighter around him, Ved walked toward the parking lot, each step heavier than the last. The ring box still weighed in his pocket, but now it felt like a burden—a reminder of words unsaid.
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The sun filtered gently through the pale curtains, casting a golden hue across the room. Shubhi stood in front of the mirror, quickly fixing her black blazer over her crisp white shirt. Her hair was pulled into a neat ponytail, and the determined look on her face made it clear—she was ready to take on the courtroom.
But something, or rather someone, was disturbing the peace of her morning.
She turned to the bed and frowned “Shridha, uth ja! It’s already 8:30! Tujhe school nahi jaana?”
A sleepy groan came from beneath the blanket “Mmm… five minutes…”
Rolling her eyes, Shubhi marched to the bedside table, picked up the water jug, and without a second thought—tilted it over Shridha’s face.
“HAAWWW! OH MY GOD!” Shridha shot up like a startled cat, her hair sticking in all directions and her T-shirt soaked “Sanskaar naam ki koi cheez hai ya nahi apke andar?” she glared at Shubhi, wiping her face with the blanket.
Shubhi folded her arms, smirking “Sanskaar se zyada mujhe teri punctuality ki chinta hai” she put the jug down “Chal ab uth ja jaldi”
Shridha groaned dramatically, flopping back on the bed “Yaar! Aise kaun uthata hai kisi ko? Main kitna accha sapna dekh rahi thi… mera fictional hero mujhe kiss karne hi wala tha!”
She mock-sobbed, burying her face in the pillow “Aur apne sab kuch barbaad kar diya!”
Shubhi chuckled, slinging her bag over her shoulder “Acha sun—sapne mein mil lena usse phir se abhi real life me jldi se ready hoja warna school van miss ho jayegi”
Shridha peeked out from under the pillow, eyes narrowed “Kabhi na kabhi apko bhi pyaar hoga, tab main apko uthaaungi ice bucket challenge se”
Shubhi laughed on her way out “Tab ki tab dekhenge, abhi court mein real criminals se nipatna hai—tumhare fictional criminals se nahi.”
And with that, she shut the door behind her, leaving a still-grumbling, water-soaked Shridha cursing all morning people and their lack of "sapno ki izzat"
The sky was overcast, and the air was thick with the scent of wet earth as Shubhi walked briskly towards the court, her saree swaying with each determined step. Just as she reached the entrance gate, a car came to a screeching halt in front of her.
The sudden movement sent a splash of muddy rain water—pooled at the roadside—flying onto her, staining her crisp cotton saree and dampening her neatly tied hair.
Startled but composed, Shubhi closed her eyes for a brief second, then slowly wiped her face with the pallu of her saree. She looked up at the car with quiet irritation.
The driver-side door opened, and a tall man in a black three-piece suit stepped out hurriedly. His hair was neatly combed, shoes polished to a mirror shine—everything about him screamed control, except for the nervous expression on his face.
Holding out a clean, white handkerchief, he spoke quickly, almost tripping over his own words “I’m really, really sorry, ma’am! I didn’t see that puddle—honestly, I didn’t mean to—”
Shubhi, still wiping her cheek with her saree’s pallu, looked at him. For a moment, their eyes met—his full of panic, hers calm and composed.
She gently took the handkerchief from his hand “It’s okay I’m fine” she said with a soft smile, dabbing at her sleeve “Don’t worry” she added, her tone polite but dismissive.
Without another word, she handed him the damp handkerchief, turned on her heel, and walked gracefully towards her chamber in the court building.
Vardaan stood rooted to the spot, watching her disappear into the building, her poise leaving him oddly stunned.
He let out a low whistle and muttered to himself “Ladkiyaan itni calm bhi ho sakti hain kya?”
Shaking his head in disbelief, he smiled faintly and walked towards the court.
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Aryan was deeply engrossed in the game on his phone, fingers tapping rapidly against the screen. The sound of gunshots and explosions echoed from the device—until a loud crash from downstairs broke through the virtual chaos.
He froze.
Another noise followed—shattering glass.
Without a second thought, Aryan tossed his phone onto the bed and sprinted downstairs. What he saw stopped him dead in his tracks.
His mother lay on the floor, her head bleeding—scarlet staining her pale saree. Beside her, a shattered vase lay in pieces, the sharp edges glinting menacingly in the light.
"M-Mumma!" Aryan's voice cracked as he rushed to her side, gently cradling her head "Ye kya hua aapko? Mumma!" he cried, tears pouring down his cheeks.
His eyes darted toward the only other person in the room—his uncle.
Wiping his tears, Aryan stumbled to him "Ch-Chachu… Mumma ko chot kaise lagi? Aap toh—"
But before he could finish, his uncle pushed him roughly, sending him tumbling back near his mother. Then, without remorse, the man picked up another vase from the shelf.
"Bol!" he growled, eyes wild with greed.
"Ab bhi bhaiya ke hisson ke papers mujhe degi ya nahi?"
He raised the vase, ready to strike again.
Before Aryan could react, his mother—weak but fierce—lifted her head and shouted,
"Nahi! Kisi bhi keemat par nahi woh hissa Aryan ke papa ne apni mehnat se kamaya tha… apni kabiliyat se aur tum jaise lalchi insaan ko main woh zameen nahi bechne dungi!"
Her voice echoed with pain and defiance.
Infuriated, the uncle tightened his grip on the vase, stepping closer to attack again. But just as he raised his hand, Aryan threw himself at his feet.
"Please Chachu nahi… aisa mat kariye!" Aryan sobbed, holding his uncle's legs.
"Pehle hi Bhagwan ne mere papa ko mujhse cheen liya… ab mujhe anath mat bnaiye, please!" He folded his hands, his voice trembling "Aap jaise kahenge, hum waisa hi karenge… par meri Mumma ko kuch mat kariye…" He wiped his tears with his sleeves, desperate.
His uncle smirked cruelly, then kicked Aryan away like trash "Thik hai" He turned coldly "Ek ghante ke andar is ghar se nikal jao aur dobara yahan dikhna bhi mat!"
Grabbing Aryan by the cheeks harshly, he sneered "Agar dobara dikhe, to tu aur teri Maa bhi wahi pahuch jaoge jahan tera baap gaya hai" He pointed toward the sky.
Aryan's heart shattered at those words. He closed his eyes, letting his silent tears fall—swallowing the scream in his throat.
They didn’t argue.
His mother, with trembling hands and a wounded heart, packed the bare essentials. Together, they left the mansion that once echoed with laughter and love.
At the gate, she paused.
Her eyes scanned the grand house—the balcony where Aryan’s father once lifted him in his arms… the garden where little Aryan took his first steps… the halls that now held only pain. She shut her eyes tightly and turned away.
Forever.
But Aryan stayed a moment longer.
He didn’t cry this time.
He looked up at the house, his jaw clenched, eyes blazing with something new—not fear, not sadness…
"Aapne accha nahi kiya Chachu" he whispered, his voice low but sharp "Yeh zindagi sabse hisaab leti hai apse bhi legi"
Then, turning his back on his stolen home, Aryan walked into the darkness.
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Ved was deeply focused on his laptop, his fingers moving swiftly across the keyboard as graphs and spreadsheets flickered on the screen. Just then, a peon entered quietly, carrying a cup of coffee. He placed it gently on the table without a word and turned to leave.
But before he could reach the door, a loud thud echoed through the cabin.
The peon flinched and immediately turned around.
The coffee mug lay shattered on the floor, dark brown liquid pooling around the broken pieces.
Ved's eyes blazed with fury. His fists were clenched tight, jaw rigid, and his voice thundered across the cabin.
"Tum logon ko ek baar mein baat samajh nahi aati kya?" he roared "Hazar baar keh chuka hoon— black coffee chahiye hoti hai mujhe!"
His teeth gritted, eyes locked in rage "Par nahi! Aap logon ko toh chhoti si baat samajhne mein bhi dikkat hoti hai!"
The old peon trembled, folding his hands in fear, his voice shaking "Sahab, ek aakhri mauka de dijiye… galti dobara nahi hogi."
For a moment, Ved looked like he might explode again, but just then—
A knock at the door interrupted the tension.
Without taking his eyes off the peon, he growled "Leave abhi ke abhi"
The peon nodded quickly and scurried out.
Ved straightened his coat and ran a frustrated hand through his hair.
"Come in" he snapped.
The door opened, and a suited employee from Taneja Group of Industries stepped inside.
Ved’s brow furrowed.
"I was expecting Miss Naina" he said sharply, voice regaining its cold control "Today’s meeting is crucial for our collaboration where is she?"
The employee placed a file on Ved’s desk and spoke carefully "I apologize, sir… I know the meeting was important but Miss Naina…"
He paused, then said "She met with a serious accident yesterday evening."
Ved’s hands, which were flipping through the file, stopped mid-motion. His eyes froze on the page, but he wasn’t reading anymore.
His breath caught in his throat "W-what?" he whispered, eyes wide with disbelief.
For a moment, the arrogant, sharp-tongued businessman disappeared. In his place sat a man stunned—shaken to the core.
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𝑺𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒘 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓??
𝑫𝒊𝒅 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒑𝒕𝒆𝒓 15?
𝑷𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒆𝒍𝒍 𝒎𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒔 ✨❤️
𝑲𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒍𝒍𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒈𝒓𝒂𝒎 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒑𝒐𝒊𝒍𝒆𝒓𝒔.
𝑩𝒚𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆𝒆!!
𝑻𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒓𝒆 💖
𝑳𝒐𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆 💕
~𝑵𝒂𝒗𝒊𝒙𝒘𝒓𝒊𝒕𝒆𝒔_
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