Radhe Radhe ?
Hello my cute little red flags??(rebel kid fans?
"What happens when a girl with a broken past enters a family that doesn't know how to fix her? Seven brothers. One truth. And a secret that refuses to stay buried."
Alia was just fiftee...
“Main dil ka raaz kehta hoon Ke jab jab saansein leta hoon Tera hi naam leta hoon Yeh tune kya kiya”
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Name : Shivansh Randhawa Age: 17 Height:6'1
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He is chaos wrapped in calm — the kind of storm that doesn’t destroy, but makes you feel alive.
He is danger in disguise — a smirk that hides a thousand emotions, eyes that speak louder than words ever could.
He is fire — reckless, untamed, feared by many, yet burning quietly for one girl who never even tried to tame him.
He is heartbreak and heartbeat — the one who walks away from everyone but never lets her fall.
He is the bad boy the world warns you about, but the softest soul when it comes to her.
He is rage turned into protection — a boy who doesn’t believe in love, until she teaches him what it means to heal someone without touching their scars.
He is Shivansh — the chaos that found peace in her silence.
The hallway went silent the moment he stepped in. Not because he tried — but because he never had to.
Shivansh Randhawa walked like the world already belonged to him. Collared shirt half-tucked, sleeves rolled up just enough to reveal the veins running down his forearm — a quiet warning that he wasn’t here to follow rules. His bag slung over one shoulder, airpods in, head slightly tilted — careless, confident, untouchable.
The teachers called him trouble. The students called him a mystery. But to anyone who dared meet his eyes — he was both.
That sharp jawline, the unbothered smirk playing on his lips, the way he looked at the world like he’d already seen its worst — everything about him screamed danger wrapped in calm.
He didn’t talk much. He didn’t need to. One look, one word, one faint smirk — that was enough to silence whoever thought they could challenge him.
Girls whispered his name like a secret. Boys envied the ease with which he carried chaos like a second skin. Detention slips, late-night bike rides, cold stares — they all followed him like a shadow.
But beneath the arrogance was something different — something almost quiet. When no one watched, his eyes softened. When he thought no one cared, his guard slipped for a second — revealing not a rebel, but a boy who’d seen too much, too soon.
