A medical college where friendships bloom, dreams take shape, and rules are meant to be broken! Kritika-a fearless, rebellious troublemaker who believes life is meant to be lived on her own terms. Ayaan-a young, soft-spoken yet strict professor, ded...
Ayaan blinked back, jaw slightly open. And for a moment just a moment he forgot where he was, why he was there, even what year it was.
Kritika stood in front of him, dressed in a vibrant Pink lehenga, jhumkas swaying gently, eyes lined with kohl, looking like she’d walked straight out of heaven.
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Ayaan’s brain? Offline. Heart? On overdrive.
Kritika frowned, confused. “You okay?”
He blinked again, snapping back to reality. “Yeah… yeah, just… didn’t expect to see you here.”
She folded her arms, one eyebrow raised. “I should be asking you that, Dr. Ayaan. What are you doing here?”
Ayaan crossed his arms, smirking slightly. “I could ask you the same, Miss Sharma. If I’m not wrong… you have an exam in three days?”
Kritika rolled her eyes. “Oh god, don’t start with the lecture. I’m already regretting bumping into you.”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “No lecture. Just surprised to see my ‘rebellious topper’ crashing a wedding.”
She tilted her head. “You mean beautiful topper in a lehenga?”
Ayaan looked at her, half-smiling. “I didn’t say that… but I’m not denying it either.”
Kritika blinked, caught off guard by the softness in his tone. “Wait… are you—are you complimenting me?”
He smirked again, looking away for a second. “I think I am.”
Awkward pause.
Kritika tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “So… whose wedding is this?”
Ayaan replied, “Old college friend. He insisted I come.”
“Hmm. Raghav insisted we come. As content,” she said, mimicking air quotes.
Ayaan’s brow lifted. “You gatecrashed for YouTube?”
She shrugged. “Also free food. But mostly drama.”
Ayaan laughed. “You really are trouble.”
Kritika grinned. “And you really enjoy it more than you admit.”
He didn’t reply but the look in his eyes said everything.
Background: Lights twinkled, music thumped faintly, Aryan’s distant shouts could be heard (something about laddoos and love at first sight), but in that little corner of the wedding…
