They met by accident. She was hiding from her past. He was running from his own shadows.
Sukriti Khanna just wanted one carefree night. But one wrong drink, one wrong step, and she crashed into a storm named Advay Rathore.
Cold, brooding, and danger...
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The sun was setting over Dehradun, painting the sky in soft orange and pink shades. The air was cool and calm, but the city streets were slowly filling with the sounds of people out for the evening.
Near a small café close to the college, groups of students gathered. The music playing inside mixed with their laughter and chatter, creating a lively but friendly atmosphere.
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Sukriti Khanna stood just outside the café, her fingers twisting nervously around the strap of her bag. She looked at the door again and again, unsure if she wanted to go in.
Beside her, her best friend Saanvi smiled warmly. "Come on, Sukriti. You need this break. Just a few hours away from everything that's been bothering you."
Sukriti took a deep breath. "What if my parents find out? They don't want me going out just to have fun."
Saanvi laughed softly. "They won't know. And you deserve to enjoy a little."
Finally, Sukriti nodded and followed Saanvi inside.
Inside the café, the warm lights and sounds wrapped around her. The smell of coffee and sweet treats filled the air. Students were dancing and talking, enjoying the night.
Sukriti stayed close to Saanvi, taking small sips from her drink. She didn't know that the cold drink she picked had something mixed in it.
Then she spun, her heel catching against the worn floor. The world tilted—she tried to catch her balance but crashed backward into the solid presence behind her.
"Ow." The voice was sharp, clipped with irritation.
Sukriti's head swam slightly, the cold drink she'd taken hitting her faster than she expected. Her eyes met the man's dark glare.
