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Love. Redemption. Vengeance.
She was a girl whose life revolved around music, her family, and him-her favorite melody at the heart of her existence. Her laughter brightened any room, and her smile exuded war...
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The soft golden rays of the Vrindavan morning spilled into the guest house room, slipping past half-drawn floral curtains and dancing lazily across the tiled floor. The air smelled faintly of incense drifting in from a distant temple, mingling with the minty freshness of someone’s half-finished toothpaste tube.
The clock struck 6:45 AM.
While most of the students were groggily pulling themselves out of bed, dressing in soft cotton kurtas for the temple visit, one room on the upper floor buzzed with anything but calm.
"Ishaan!" Avyansh's voice was muffled as he attempted to adjust his kurta collar in the mirror, brows furrowed. "Put some damn clothes on, man!"
"I am dressed," Ishaan announced smugly, emerging from the bathroom with nothing but a white towel wrapped around his waist and shampoo foam still clinging to his slightly damp hair. "This is Vrindavan, not a fashion week ramp."
"You’re literally dripping water all over my bag!" Siddharth yelped from the bed, jumping up as a wet streak of shampoo water landed on the corner of his neatly folded kurta.
“Oh chill, Siddharth Baba,” Ishaan smirked, striking a ridiculous pose like a Greek statue, “I am the divine jalpari of Yamuna!”
Siddharth threw a rolled-up pair of socks at him. “You’re the divine nuisance, that’s what you are.”
Avyansh rolled his eyes, grabbing a towel to wipe off the mess Ishaan had just made on the floor. “We’re going to a temple, not a pool party. Stop channeling your inner water spirit and get dressed.”
“But why are we going so early?” Ishaan whined, jumping onto the bed next to Siddharth, still in his towel. “I bet even Lord Krishna hasn’t had breakfast yet.”
"Because we promised Vedika we’d go together before it gets crowded. And because," Siddharth said with a dry look, "if we’re late, we’ll miss the prasadam and I’m not sacrificing that for your towel tantrum."
Ishaan leaned dramatically against Siddharth's shoulder. “Aww, someone’s hungry already.”
“Don’t touch me, you wet goat!” Siddharth shoved him away, making Ishaan roll over laughing.
Avyansh, now half-dressed, shook his head in amusement. “This is the last time I share a room with either of you. First thing I’m doing after this trip is blocking Ishaan from all morning plans.”
"Rude," Ishaan said, sitting cross-legged, still half-wet. “I add flavor to your boring lives. Admit it.”
