•~ Rutvik beat Vanshaj ~•
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Main Dekhoon Tujhe,
Din Mein Sau Martaba,
Ye Agar Ishq Hai ,
To Hai Beintehaa…
Tu Agar Mang Le ,
Jaan De Doon Abhi ,
Tu Agar Bol De,
Khud Ko Kar Doon Fana…
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read important note at end of chapter regarding updates}
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✤---✤ AUTHOR POV ✤---✤
The golden morning sun filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows, pouring warmth over the elegant dining room. The smell of toast, freshly brewed tea, and Bhavika’s signature masala parathas filled the air.
But in the middle of all that luxury — was sweet, happy chaos.
At the head of the long marble table, Heer sat with her notebook wide open, eyes narrowed in focus as she mouthed formulas. Her hair was still a little messy from sleep, a pen tucked behind her lips, and her brows furrowed like the paper might bite her.
Rakshit, sitting beside her, was carefully feeding her spoonfuls of poha like she was a five-year-old.
“Tum bas padho, mein tumhara haath ban jaata hoon,” he said, holding out the next bite.
(“You just study, I’ll be your hands.”)
“Bhaiya, at least let me chew—” she mumbled with a full mouth, still reading her notes.
“Silence! Genius at work!” he declared, wiping her chin with a napkin like a proud nanny.
Across the table, Priyansh sat on his knees on the chair, his eyes glued to the TV mounted on the wall, where Doraemon was solving Nobita’s latest crisis.
His plate sat half-eaten.
“Priyansh!” Bhavika called from the kitchen counter, slicing pomegranate. “Eat your breakfast, beta! No cartoons!”
Kanishk, poor soul, was practically melting over the edge of the table — still in his pajamas, hair like a bird's nest. He blinked slowly like a sleepy cat, then yawned hard enough to make everyone yawn with him.
“My soul left my body at 6 AM,” he mumbled, cheek smushed against the table. “It’s just my body here now.”
Beside him, Rihaan had his math textbook open, aggressively flipping pages like the answers were hiding from him.
“Why are there so many formulas in integration?! Sin x, cos x, log x... sab x ke peeche kyun pade hain?!?!”
(“Why is everyone obsessed with x?! Sin x, cos x, log x... why is everyone chasing x?!”)
{ I don't know now integration chapteris there in 12th maths or not, it used to be in my time!)
Arhaan, sitting at the far end, quietly sipped his tea, eyes lost in thought, completely immune to the madness.
Bhavika shook her head affectionately, handing the helper the neatly packed tiffins, “Add extra fruit for Priyansh, warna school se bhookha lautega! Lunch finish nahi karta”
(“Add extra fruit for Priyansh, or he’ll return hungry from school. He doesn't finish lunch”)
At the side table, Lakshraj, sat with his glasses dangerously low on his nose, squinting at the newspaper.
“Every year, mango prices rise... but the taste decreases!” he grumbled, flipping the page angrily.
Shaurya, meanwhile, stood near the window, checking the stock market graph on his iPad with military-level focus.
“Green is good. Red is war,” he muttered, scrolling calmly.
Just then, Rakshit turned to Priyansh, eyebrow raised.
“Tu bada aaram se baitha hai, bhai. Test ki tayari ho gayi kya, ya tujhe bhi Doraemon se hope hai?”
(“You’re chilling too much, bro. Did you even prepare for the test, or are you relying on Doraemon too?”)
Priyansh stuffed a bite of toast into his mouth, finally turning with the most innocent expression.
“Rakshit bhaiya... main sambhal lunga! Cheating mein PRO hun! ”
(Rakshit bhaiya... I’ll handle it! I’m a pro at cheating!)
The very moment he got smack from bhavika.
Everyone burst out laughing — except Rihaan, who looked like he was ready to cry over his math book.
“Jisne maths banai kash bhagwan ne use naa banaya hota!” Rihaan whispered sadly.
(Whoever invented maths — I wish God hadn’t created him!)
Bhavika walked over, ruffling Rihaan’s hair, “Sab achha karenge. Bas confidence rakho.”
(Everything will go well. Just keep your confidence.)
At that moment, Shaurya looked up from his tablet and said, “Confidence rakho... par paratha bhi khao. War empty stomach pe nahi jeeti jaati.”
(“Have confidence… but eat your paratha too. Wars aren’t won on an empty stomach.”)
“ Heer go and get ready betu” Bhavika said cupping her cheeks. “ Don't worry hmm? We know you'll will ace your exam! ”
“ Pencils, pens, admit card, sab rakha hai? ” shaurya asked and three of them nodded yes as it's their unit tests.
“ Good ! All the best” He nodded and they muttered thank you.
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{ As per roll number, Heer is in this room, priyansh priyanshi other. And it's monthly unit tests, so 12th class student sit with 11th class! Rihaan krunal mihir aryan are in their class. Rutvik will be in this class . I hope it's clear! It used to happen in my school! Half students in their own class and half in other assigned class! }
The soft murmur of nervous students filled the classroom as exam day loomed over everyone like a thick cloud. Heer Sharma sat on the last bench of her class, her fingers clasped tightly around the edge of her desk. Her eyes occasionally darted around the room, trying to calm the jittery storm building inside her. She had been assigned to this seat as per roll number—far from her usual group. Priyanshi and even Priyansh had been sent to other rooms for the exam. That left her alone, swallowed by unfamiliar faces.
Soon, the seniors—12th graders—started filing in quietly, assigned to sit in empty seats for their exam too. The teacher, Mrs. Kapur, a strict and often biased woman, began walking down the aisle with stacks of question papers and answer sheets.
Heer quickly unzipped her bag to pull out her cardboard, water bottle, and exam kit. The bottle clinked softly against her desk, and she placed the cardboard carefully. But then her hands stilled mid-air.
The kit wasn’t there.
A wave of panic washed over her.
Her heart sank. She remembered taking it out last night to add new pens. In her hurry this morning, she’d forgotten to put it back.
“Oh no… shit,” she whispered under her breath, biting her lip.
Frantic, she leaned forward and gently tapped on the shoulder of the girl sitting in front of her—a girl she recognized vaguely. Quietly, almost pleading, she asked, “Excuse me, do you have an extra pen? Please?”
The girl stiffened, then turned her face away with a sharp glare. She was one of those who never quite liked Heer—probably because the teachers did. And instead of helping, she raised her hand and called out with venom sweetened in her voice.
“Mam! She’s disturbing me. She’s asking for answers.”
Heer blinked in disbelief.
“What? No— I just asked for a pen—”
“Heer Sharma!” Mrs. Kapur's voice cracked through the air like a whip. “Stand up!”
The classroom went silent. All eyes turned to Heer.
She rose slowly, her hands nervously fidgeting, her voice barely audible. “Mam… I didn’t ask for any answers. I just forgot my kit, so I asked for a pen…”
“Of course!” Ms. Kapur scoffed, her lips curling in mockery. “Caught red-handed, and now you’re acting innocent? Who forgets to bring their pen on exam day? So careless! What kind of student are you?”
Each word landed like a blow. Heer's eyes shimmered, but she fought back the tears threatening to spill in front of everyone. Her cheeks burned with shame.
Just then, the back door creaked open.
Rutvik goenka stepped in—late, as usual—with a single black pen loosely tucked between his fingers and a look that said he didn’t care for rules or reputations.
The teacher turned to glare at him but said nothing. After all, Rutvik wasn’t the kind of student any teacher dared to provoke. With a slow, confident gait, he walked to his designated seat and dropped down onto the bench beside Heer.
He noticed her immediately—head bowed, shoulders hunched, visibly upset.
His brows furrowed. Something wasn’t right.
Before he could ask, Mrs. Kapur barked, “Sit down, Heer!”
Heer flinched at the tone but quietly sank back into her seat.
Rutvik's jaw clenched. He stared coldly at the teacher, who quickly averted her eyes. No one wanted to be on Rutvik’s bad side—not even staff.
He shifted slightly toward Heer, who still stared at her lap, visibly shaken. Without a word, he picked up her water bottle and nudged it toward her. She looked up, startled, eyes meeting his. He gave a small nod, tilting his head.
Drink.
She obeyed, taking a sip, and then smiled weakly—thankful.
“What happened?” Rutvik asked, voice low.
Before she could reply, Mrs. Kapur interrupted in a sugary tone that barely masked her fear. “Rutvik beta, don’t talk.”
Rutvik rolled his eyes so hard it was a wonder they didn’t fall out. He grabbed the back of the question paper, flipped it over, and scribbled something. Then he slid the paper over to Heer under the desk.
What happened? Why are you crying and why did this teacher shout at you?
Heer picked up the pen and shakily wrote back the whole story. The moment Rutvik finished reading, something inside him snapped.
He raised his hand, voice strong. “Mam, give me a pen.”
Mrs. Kapur blinked. “But beta, you already have a pen.”
“I know.”
“Then why are you asking for another one?”
“Heer doesn’t have one.”
The teacher faltered, then composed herself. “Well, no. She should’ve brought her own. She’s not five years old. Students who can’t bring basic stationery don’t deserve help. She even disturbed another student.”
Rutvik narrowed his eyes, voice hardening. Galti insaan se hi hoti hai. Ever heard that, ma’am? Or do you not count your students as humans anymore?”
(Mistakes happen. We’re human.)
“Rutvik, I’m not giving her any pen. And no one else will either. She disturbed another student.”
Heer looked down again, the sting of injustice biting into her chest. But before she could even blink again, she felt something placed on her palm.
Rutvik’s pen.
He had handed it over without hesitation.
“Rutvik!” Mrs. Kapur nearly shrieked. “You can’t do that!”
“And who are you to tell me what I can or can’t do?” His voice was ice, deadly calm but heavy with fire.
“I’m your teacher! Mind your tone!”
“And yet, you don’t act like one. You humiliated her in front of the class for a mistake anyone could make, and refused to help her. And now you want to stop me from helping?”
“You can’t write your exam without a pen, Rutvik!”
“I’ll figure it out. That’s my problem. You don't have to worry! ”
(A/n : I know rutvik is rude but he is bad boy and also the teacher was wrong to not help a student!)
The room was silent.
Mrs. Kapur's lips parted, then shut again. She looked around nervously—no backup, no voice to oppose him.
Rutvik leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, giving her a look that warned her to try and push further.
Heer sat quietly beside him, clutching the pen he gave her like it was her lifeline. Her eyes glistened—not with sadness now, but something warmer. Gratitude. Shock. And something else she couldn’t yet name.
She looked at him.
Rutvik Goenka—her silent saviour, the boy who never spoke more than two words to anyone unless necessary—was now sitting beside her, leaning back with folded arms, his own pen missing from his fingers, and yet a calm, almost careless smile playing on his lips.
He had given her his pen.
And in doing so, he had given up his right to write his exam.
Tears stung her eyes. Not because of the earlier humiliation, not because of the teacher’s unnecessary insult, but because of this—this act of quiet sacrifice. No drama. No declarations. Just a single gesture… that screamed louder than a hundred promises.
Heer blinked rapidly, trying not to let the tears fall. Her heart squeezed painfully as she whispered, "Why would you do that…?"
Rutvik, sensing her gaze, tilted his head a little, and smiled.
A soft, crooked smile.
“Because YOU matter to me alot and I can't see you in tears. ”
With that smile, he gestured toward her paper, urging her to write. Then, in the most subtle way, he raised his brows and widened his eyes slightly—telling her to smile too. To not cry. Not for something he had done without a second thought.
And Heer, overwhelmed yet comforted, nodded faintly. A small, hesitant smile broke through her trembling lips.
She took a deep breath.
She had to make this count.
She quickly glanced at the clock—precious minutes already slipping by. Gritting her teeth with quiet determination, she bent over her answer sheet and began to write. Fast. Focused. Fierce.
Each stroke of her pen was a silent promise to him: “Give me half the time… I’ll give you the pen back.”
She knew he hadn’t asked her to do that. He hadn’t even hinted. But she couldn’t sit there and take what was his without giving him a fighting chance.
The sound of her pen scribbling filled the silence between them. Rutvik didn’t disturb her. He sat there watching the teacher at the front, who deliberately avoided meeting his eyes again. She knew she’d crossed a line. Everyone in the class knew it too—but none of them dared to challenge her except him.
Heer wrote faster. Her fingers cramped, but she didn’t slow down. Every second she gained meant one more second he could have to attempt his own paper.
All around her, others were immersed in their sheets, oblivious. But beside her sat the one boy who could’ve walked away, remained indifferent or show pity… and yet he didn’t.
Heer’s fingers flew across the paper, pages flipping one after another as she tried to squeeze an hour's worth of answers into thirty minutes. Sweat trickled down her temple. Her brows were furrowed in concentration. And yet, every few seconds, her eyes darted to her right… where Rutvik still sat calmly, his hands now tucked behind his head, as if this was just another boring lecture and not an actual exam.
The guilt in her chest coiled tighter.
No. She couldn’t let him waste his paper like this. She still had time. She could return the pen. He could write.
Determined, she flipped to her final question, filling it out with speed and precision, and then without a second thought, she turned to him and whispered sharply, “Take this. Fast.”
Rutvik looked at her, puzzled, then let out a small chuckle. “You done already?”
“Almost,” she whispered back.“I'll easily pass! ”
But Rutvik just shook his head and gave a lopsided smile. “I’ll manage. You should complete yours. And top it like the topper you are.”
She narrowed her eyes at him. “No, I’m serious! Take it. Now.”
He leaned a little closer, lowering his voice so only she could hear. “Please complete yours, Heer. I’m already going to fail… attempting or not attempting will make no difference.”
The way he said it, so casually, so carelessly—like his failure was an obvious fact—it made her eyes widen with disbelief.
She stared at him like he’d grown two heads.
And then she glared.
Hard.
“Excuse me?” she snapped under her breath. “Did you just say you’re going to fail?”
Rutvik blinked. “Uhh… yeah?”
She rolled her eyes so dramatically it could've been part of a play. “Are you even listening to yourself? You gave your pen away like some filmy hero and now you’re acting like you’re a lost cause? Wow. Truly wow.”
Rutvik bit back a grin, watching her fume.
“You’re not going to fail, Rutvik,” she continued, poking his arm with the pen she still held out toward him. “You’re just lazy. And annoying. And have a saviour complex. But you're not stupid.”
He chuckled softly. “You really think that?”
“I know that,” she said firmly, then shoved the pen into his hand. “Now take it before I get up and announce to the whole class that you’re trying to throw your future away like an idiot.”
Rutvik looked down at the pen, then at her—eyes wide, taken aback by her fierceness.
“Okay, okay,” he said finally, a small surrendering smile tugging at his lips. “You’re scary when you scold, you know that?”
“Good. You better remember it,” Heer huffed, and then allowed herself a tiny victorious smile.
Rutvik took the pen and leaned over his sheet, finally beginning to write.
And Heer?
She sat back in her seat, heart strangely light despite the exam pressure, her fingers sore and her mind tired… but her smile—soft and unshakable—remained.
{ A/ n : Please read notes at end, they are important regarding updates and another thing.}
Because sometimes, helping someone else find their worth… felt better than acing a test.
Rutvik had just started writing, scribbling down answers like his life depended on it—or maybe just because she had scolded him like it did. A few minutes passed in silence, filled only by the scratching of pens and the ticking of the wall clock.
Then, without lifting his eyes from the paper, he leaned a little toward her, just enough that his voice would only reach her ears.
“So… Heer,” he murmured, lips twitching, “if I don’t fail… what will I get?”
Heer blinked, caught off guard, the corner of her lip twitching with amusement. She turned her head slowly toward him, suspiciously.
“What kind of bargain is that?” she whispered.
He grinned—completely shameless. “You just said I’m not going to fail. So prove it. Give me some motivation. Like toppers do.”
“Oh really?” she raised an eyebrow, stifling a smile. “Fine. If you don’t fail…”
He looked at her with a twinkle in his eyes. “Hmm?”
She looked down at her answer sheet, swallowed, and then met his gaze again. Her cheeks flushed the faintest pink, but she didn’t break eye contact.
A tiny smile curved her lips as she whispered—so low only he could hear—
“Whatever you want.”
Rutvik froze. His smirk slowly faded into something else—something warmer, deeper. He blinked at her like he was trying to process the words.
“Whatever I want?” he echoed, voice a little breathless.
She nodded, her voice still soft. “Yes.”
The silence between them stretched for a moment, filled with unspoken things and quickened heartbeats.
Rutvik leaned back slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face.
“Dangerous promise, Miss Topper,” he whispered, eyes twinkling.
“I know,” she said, grinning now. “But if you fail… I’m telling your cat you let her down.”
Rutvik gasped. “Don’t you dare bring Sweety into this!”
“Oh, I will. And I’ll even write a letter in her name, full of disappointment and betrayal.”
Rutvik placed a hand on his chest, as if deeply wounded. “You’re evil.”
“And you’re dramatic,” she shot back, shaking her head.
But when he looked at her again, still smiling despite the ticking clock and the exam stress, she caught that little moment—that spark of happiness in his eyes—and felt her cheeks warm.
“I guess I’ll have to pass now,” Rutvik mumbled with a sheepish grin, getting back to writing.
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The bell had rung ten minutes ago, but Heer was still walking like her brain had been freshly fried. Her head buzzed with formulae, graphs, and one particularly annoying trigonometry question she swore had appeared just to spite her.
Rutvik walked beside her, hands casually tucked into his pockets, humming something under his breath.
Heer shot him a side glance. “You’re awfully calm for someone who thought he was going to fail.”
He shrugged. “I mean… the paper was easy. Thanks to your advice o attempting it.”
Heer rolled her eyes, unable to hide the smile forming on her lips. “Told you.”
As they stepped into the canteen area, the familiar chaos of their friends hit them like a wave. The gang was already there—Rihaan sprawled out across two chairs, Krunal waving his answer sheet like a flag, Mihir looking utterly defeated, Aryan sipping Coke like he’d been through war, and Priyansh and Priyanshi bickering beside the samosa counter.
“Dekho toh sahi!” Krunal was whining dramatically.
("Just look at this!")
“Mene clearly likha tha option B… but Tanya! That Tanya pagal ladki convinced me it was A. Bola ‘100% sure hoon Krunal, trust me’—and idiot me actually trusted her!
("I clearly marked option B... but Tanya! That crazy girl convinced me it was A. She said 'I'm 100% sure, Krunal, trust me'—and idiot me actually trusted her!")
Mihir looked equally tragic.
“Mujhe laga integration ka answer zero aayega. Sab ka kuch aur aaya. Ab lagta hai mera score bhi zero hi aayega.”
("I thought the answer to the integration question would be zero. But everyone else got something different. Now it feels like my score will be zero too.")
Rihaan was busy matching answers, phone in one hand, answer key in the other.
“Mihir, tu na bas chup reh. Tu toh har paper ke baad wahi dialogue bolta hai.”
("Mihir, just shut up. You say the same thing after every paper.")
Aryan let out a tired sigh.
“Ab toh ho gaya. Mila ke kya karoge? Result toh change nahi hoga.”
("It’s done now. What’s the point of matching answers? The result won’t change anyway.")
Meanwhile, at the corner, Priyanshi was munching on a samosa when Priyansh leaned over smugly.
“Vaise mera toh set tha,” he said, puffing up his chest.
("By the way, I was totally sorted.")
“Woh jo mere aage baithi thi na… cute si ladki… Mehak. She showed me two answers.”
("That cute girl sitting in front of me… Mehak. She showed me two answers.")
Priyanshi paused mid-bite, one eyebrow rising slowly.
“Mehak?”
Priyansh nodded like a proud peacock.
“Haan. Vahi.”
("Yeah. That one.")
“Of course marti hai vo tere pe,” Priyanshi snickered, voice dripping with sarcasm.
("Of course she has a crush on you.")
“Tabhi toh dikhati hai.”
("That’s why she shows you answers.")
Priyansh blinked.
“Kya?”
("What?")
“Sach mein. Heer aur maine apne kaano se suna tha. Ek baar apni doston ko bol rhi thi—‘Yaar, mera Priyansh baby kitna cute hai.’ Full baby wala tone mein.”
("Seriously. Heer and I heard it with our own ears. Once she was telling her friends—‘Yaar, my Priyansh baby is so cute.’ In full baby tone.")
Priyansh’s face turned a shade of red that matched the ketchup packet on the table.
“Sach bol rahi hai?!”
("Are you telling the truth?!")
“Haan re,” Priyanshi grinned wickedly.
("Yes, bro!")
He giggled nervously, trying to hide his tomato-colored face behind his cola bottle.
“Main toh bas… answer sheet dekh raha tha yaar…”
("I was just… looking at the answer sheet, yaar…")
Just then, Krunal noticed Heer and Rutvik walking in.
“Arre arre! Aap dono Maharaj aur Maharani ji aiye padhariye!” he called out, dramatically gesturing toward them like they were walking the red carpet.
(Oh oh! You both, King and Queen, please come and grace us with your presence!)
“Kaisa hua paper?” Rihaan asked, glancing up from his heated debate with Krunal and Mihir.
(How was the paper?)
“Easy tha!” Rutvik said casually with a shrug, sliding into the empty seat beside Rihaan like he’d just come from a nap instead of a two-hour exam.
(It was easy!)
Krunal turned to him with a look of pure disbelief. “Saale tu padhta toh hai nahi, fir easy kaisa laga?” He smacked Rutvik’s arm playfully, making everyone chuckle.
(Dude, you don’t even study—so how did it feel easy?)
Rutvik just grinned shamelessly, leaning back with the confidence of someone who had definitely guessed half the paper.
Meanwhile, Heer, who had been checking answers with Priyanshi and Priyansh, suddenly frowned. Her eyes darted to Priyansh and without a second's delay, she smacked the back of his head.
“Kal tereko 1 ghanta baith ke concept samjhaya tha. Word-by-word. Aur tu usi ko galat kar ke aaya?” she said, completely scandalised.
(I sat with you for an hour yesterday and explained the concept word by word. And you got that wrong?)
Priyansh winced, rubbing the back of his head, trying to look innocent. “Arey hehehe sorry na… exam hall mein tera face yaad toh aaya par answer yaad nahi aaya.”
(Haha sorry… I remembered your face in the exam hall, but not the answer.)
Heer huffed dramatically. “Tu ruk. Ab badi maa ko bolungi. Fir unka special lecture milega tujhe.”
(Just wait. I’ll tell Big Mom now. Then you’ll get one of her special lectures.)
Priyanshi giggled, nudging Heer. “Thoda zyada ho gaya. Pity toh kar us bechare pe.”
(That’s a bit too much. Have some pity on the poor guy.)
“Pity? Isne toh meri mehnat ki band baja di!” Heer threw her hands up, finally sinking into her chair with a sigh.
(Pity? He just ruined all my hard work!)
“Shant gadadhari bheem, shant.” Krunal said with mock seriousness, passing her a glass of water like a peace offering.
(Peace, mighty Bheem, peace.)
As she sipped her water, Mihir piped up from the other side of the table. “Chalo bhai, ab kuch khane ka order karo warna yeh debate lunch break khatam hone tak chalegi.”
(Come on guys, let’s order some food or this debate will go on till the lunch break ends.)
“Sahi bola! Mere dimaag ki bhi calories jal chuki hain sirf tum logon ki bakbak sunke.” Aryan groaned, stretching his arms above his head
(So true! Even my brain has burned calories just listening to you guys chatter.)
“Waise bhi answer mila ke kya hoga ab? Paper gaya, tension gaya.” Aryan added with a wise-nod like some exam-philosopher.
(Anyway, what will getting the answer now do? Paper’s gone, so has the tension.)
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The sun was sharp over DC Model School's playground that afternoon, casting long shadows of boys scattered across the cracked field. Near the basketball post stood Vanshaj, surrounded by his usual gang of equally loud and brainless followers. They laughed like hyenas, creating a bubble of toxic masculinity that stunk of arrogance and idiocy.
"Usse kya lagta hai, main uske jaisa koi aur nahi pata sakta?" Vanshaj scoffed, spitting on the ground before continuing with a venomous smirk. "Madam sochti hai bohot shareef hai... Huh! Seedhi toh acting karti hai, andar se toh puri masaledaar item hai. Bas nakhre zyada hai."
"Does she think I can't get girls like her? Madam acts like she's so innocent... Huh! Pretends to be all decent, but inside she's full of spice. Just has too many tantrums.)
His group howled with laughter.
“Bhai tujhe toh usne seedha line mein kar diya,” one of his boys chuckled.
(Bro, she totally put you in line)
“Line mein? B*** ne toh mujhe reject karke socha kya? Ki main haar maan lunga? Iski aukaat kya hai mujhe reject krne ki! Abhi apni par agya to badnam karke rakh dunga....Ek video viral aur...Sari akad nikal jaegi... Vaise bhi aisi ladkiyan na… sirf trophy banne ke laayak hoti hain. Kya samjhti hai apne aap ko… main chahta toh—”
(In place? That b**** rejected me and thought what? That I’d just give up? Who is she to reject me? If I get serious, I’ll ruin her… One viral video and… all her attitude will disappear. Girls like her… they’re only good to be shown off like trophies. What does she even think of herself… If I wanted—)
THUD!
A basketball—launched like a missile—slammed straight into Vanshaj’s head. The hit was so brutal that he staggered back, clutching his face as one of his side teeth fell onto the dry grass below. His gang froze mid-laugh.
Vanshaj groaned, turning with a snarl. “Kaun—”
But his words choked in his throat.
Towering over him was a figure he wished he hadn’t seen. Rutvik Goenka. Jaw clenched, fists curled, and eyes burning like hellfire.
Rutvik didn’t say a word.
He grabbed Vanshaj by the collar with a force that yanked the guy off the ground, and in the next second—
CRACK!
A punch landed right on Vanshaj’s jaw.
THUD! Another to his gut.
THWACK! One straight across the face.
Vanshaj screamed, his knees buckling. But Rutvik didn’t stop.
Vanshaj's friends tried to intervene, but Rutvik shoved one of them hard. “Rokne ka socha bhi toh haath tod dunga!”
(If you even think of stopping me, I’ll break your hand!")
Teachers in the distance began sprinting toward the scene, yelling. But Rutvik had no intention of stopping.
Punch, once, twice, thrice...
"USKA NAAM ZUBAAN PAR LAANA TOH DOOR, YAAD BHI RAKHNE LAYAK NAHI CHORUNGA TUJHE!" he roared, his final punch smashing Vanshaj to the ground like a rag doll.
(FORGET SPEAKING HER NAME—I'LL MAKE SURE YOU'RE NOT EVEN CAPABLE OF REMEMBERING IT!)
Vanshaj lay there—unmoving, blood trickling from his split lip and bruised cheek, eyes fluttering shut.
"Agle baar kisi ne uska naam bhi galat niyat se liya, zubaan kheench lunga. Samjha?"
("If anyone even takes her name with wrong intentions again, I’ll rip their tongue out. Understood?")
By now, two senior teachers had reached the scene and were holding Rutvik back, while a few students gathered, staring wide-eyed.
Rutvik’s chest heaved as he glared down at the unconscious body. But his heart was still not satisfied, he wanted to beat him again.
His fists trembled with rage, but his eyes were cold as death.
Because for her… he had only one rule:
"Touch her—or even speak of her—with disrespect, and I’ll erase you from this world."
Then, with one last glance of disgust, Rutvik shoved the collar of his shirt straight, turned on his heel, and walked off like a storm that had just passed—but left behind destruction that would be remembered.
Everyone stayed quiet. No one dared speak.
Because in that moment, everyone knew:
You could mess with anything… but not with Rutvik Goenka’s limits.
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The corridors echoed with laughter and murmurs, just the usual hum of the school between periods. Heer and Priyanshi were sitting at their desk, both lazily doodling in their notebooks while munching on some chips they’d sneaked in. The free period felt like a welcome break after the boring lecture before.
“Yaar, imagine if we had a teacher like that business one from YouTube. Sare topics movie ki tarah padhate!” Priyanshi said, drawing a mustache on a doodled king on her page.
Heer giggled, just as a girl from their class walked back in, breathless and wide-eyed after returning from the washroom.
“Guys! Tum logon ko pata bhi hai kya hua? Rutvik Goenka ne Vanshaj Singhania ko itna maara ki Vanshaj hospital mein admit hai. Aur Rutvik… he’s in the principal’s room!”
("Guys! Do you all even know what happened?")
("Rutvik Goenka beat up Vanshaj Singhania so badly that Vanshaj is admitted in the hospital.")
The words felt like a bomb dropped in the center of the classroom.
Heer’s fingers froze mid-bite. Priyanshi gasped audibly. Even Priyansh, who had been lounging on the back bench, sat up straight.
“Hawww…” one of student blinked rapidly. “Yes, they fight all the time, but it’s never been this extreme! Why would Rutvik hit him so badly?!”
“Pata nahi!” the classmate replied with a shrug, tension buzzing in her voice. “Rutvik isn’t telling reason to anyone!”
(I don't know)
No words were needed.
Without any coordination, Heer, Priyanshi, and Priyansh all got up and walked out of the class in silent urgency, hearts pounding. Their feet echoed through the corridor as they made their way towards the staffroom area when they spotted Mihir standing near the water cooler.
“Bhai,” Priyansh called out, “what happened? Kya hua Rutvik bhaiya ko? Unhone us vanshaj ko kyu maara? ”
("What happened to Rutvik bhaiya? Why did he beat up that Vanshaj?")
Mihir’s brows were furrowed, his shoulders tense. “I don’t know yaar,” he replied truthfully. “ We're not there. Krunal and Rihaan are trying to find him down or find out what triggered it. You guys should go back to class…”
His voice trailed off when he noticed the way Heer’s expression changed.
“I… I have to use the washroom,” she whispered, her voice almost inaudible.
Priyanshi gave a soft nod. “Okay, we’ll go to class. Tu aa jaana.”
(You come back too!)
Heer walked away, heart drumming violently inside her chest. She entered the empty washroom, shut the door behind her, and leaned against the cold wall. Her fingers trembled as she turned on the tap and splashed cold water on her face — once, twice, thrice.
But nothing helped the fear blooming in her stomach.
Why did he do that?
As she stepped out slowly, wiping her face with a tissue, her eyes caught movement through one of the windows overlooking the back parking lot.
There. A familiar tall figure, alone, pacing in the shadows near the bike stands.
Rutvik.
She didn’t think.
She just moved.
Pushing open the exit door, she quietly made her way through the side pathway and into the parking lot. Her steps were silent, but her heart wasn’t. It screamed in panic and confusion and… something she didn’t want to name.
The air was heavy with tension as Heer stood in the deserted school parking lot, her eyes fixed on the lone figure leaning against the back of a black car. His shirt was wrinkled, stained with splashes of blood and dust, and his knuckles were bruised—skin torn, raw with fury.
Rutvik Goenka.
He stood there unmoving, his jaw clenched, eyes staring into the void, chest rising and falling heavily as if he was holding back a storm inside. The breeze ran wild around them, but he stood like a rock—untouchable, unreadable.
“Rutvik…” she called out softly.
He turned sharply, eyes dark and haunted, his chest rising and falling with unsteady breaths. But the moment he saw her — really saw her — his features changed.
Just a little. But enough.
She walked slowly towards him, her gaze fixed on his. “Why? What vanshaj did to make you this much angry? ” she asked gently, her voice barely above a whisper.
Because he dared to speak filth about her. Because he forgot the meaning of respect. Because he thought her ‘no’ was a challenge, not an answer.
{ A/n : Unfortunately today's boys thinking! }
Because Rutvik Goenka had warned the world in a thousand unsaid ways — she was off-limits.
And he didn’t listen.
He looked down at his bruised hands, then back at her.
Heer walked toward him, her heart pounding. “Kyu maara aapne use? Bataiye naa? Please..?” Her voice was soft, almost a whisper, yet it cracked with concern.
(Why did you beat him?tell me! Please ?)
Rutvik’s jaw tightened further.
“Bakwas kar raha tha apke baare mein,” he muttered, voice low, rough, eyes still not meeting hers.
("He was talking rubbish about you.")
“Toh jaan thodi le–” she started softly, trying to reason, her tone worried.
("So would you take his life for that–")
“Le lunga!” he said in a deadly cold voice, cutting her words mid-air.
("I will!")
His eyes finally met hers—wild, wounded, blazing.
“Jaan le lunga uski agar usne apke baare mein galat bola toh.”
("I’ll take his life if he says one wrong word about you again.")
The way he said it, every word was a loaded bullet, trembling with rage and sincerity. The veins in his neck stood out, his entire frame radiating a dangerous kind of fury.
Heer stared at him—this boy with fire in his chest, who looked like he’d burn down the world for her without flinching. And yet, standing before her, he looked so… lost. As if one word from her could shatter him, or save him.
Without a thought, she moved forward.
And wrapped her arms around him.
Rutvik froze, He hadn’t expected that.
He hadn’t expected her to walk straight into his storm and hold him like he was the one needing saving.
Her arms tightened around him, soft and trembling. She rubbed his back gently, her own eyes welling up as she whispered, “Shh... calm down.”
Rutvik’s breath hitched. His fists, clenched until now, slowly loosened. His eyes closed.
In that hug, in her scent, in her warmth—he felt something he never had before.
Peace.
She was his calm in chaos. His silence in noise. His stillness in the war inside him.
He wanted to hold her back. Desperately. But he didn’t move, afraid of breaking the comfort she found in his stillness. Instead, he carefully placed one hand on the back of her head—soft, protective—and let the other hand hang by his side, stiff with self-control.
Heer, who had come to calm the storm in him, didn't even know she was the storm and the calm both.
Heer slowly pulled back from the hug, though her arms still lingered on his sleeves as if she wasn’t ready to completely let go. Her eyes searched his—still stormy, but quieter now, like the sea after a storm. The fury was no longer screaming; it had taken a back seat to something softer, something gentler.
“Ab kya hoga, Rutvik?” she asked quietly, voice trembling just enough to show the worry she was trying to hide.
( Now what will happen rutvik?)
Rutvik looked down at her, his gaze softening instantly as he saw the fear in her eyes—the kind she hadn’t voiced during the chaos, but now that it had calmed, it bubbled to the surface.
He brought his hand up and gently tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, his fingers grazing her skin with the lightest, shivering touch.
“I’ll handle everything,” he said firmly, a quiet promise in every syllable. “Aap tension mat lo, okay?”
(You don't take tension okay?)
He paused, his thumb brushing her cheek affectionately, then added with a faint smile, “Yeh khubsoorat aankhein tension ke liye nahi bani hain.”
(These beautiful eyes aren't made for stress.)
His touch was feather-light as he patted both her cheeks gently—once, then again, with care—as if trying to bring a smile back to her face, as if reassuring her that as long as he was standing, nothing would touch her.
Heer blinked, her eyes glistening with unshed tears. His words shouldn’t have made her blush in this moment, but they did. Her cheeks warmed under his touch—not just because of the compliment, but the way he said it, with so much sincerity that it reached the part of her heart she didn’t even realize was aching.
“You’ll get in trouble,” she whispered.
He gave a small smirk, one of those rare ones he never showed anyone else. “Let them try. Main hoon na?”
(I'm here, aren't I?)
There was a calm power in his voice. Like he wasn’t bluffing. Like he’d stand against the world if needed.
Heer lowered her eyes, her fingers still clinging softly to the edges of his sleeves. And Rutvik, who had been ready to break bones just minutes ago, now stood there like a silent shield—grounded, calm, hers.
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The golden-orange hues of the setting sun spilled gently into the lavish living room of the Raichand house. The aroma of freshly made pakoras, samosas, and adrak wali chai filled the air as evening snacks were served in the center table. Laughter echoed faintly from the kitchen where the house help set the table, but the heart of the home — the living room — was now slowly filling.
Heer, Priyansh, and Rihaan walked out of their room after a long study session, tired yet smiling faintly. Heer, quietly lost in her thoughts, sat down on the cushioned chair by the window.
Moments later, Shaurya and Rakshit walked in from the office, still in semi-formals, their ties loosened. Arhaan and Kanishk came bounding down from their college, discussing something about project deadlines. And finally, Bhavika, the queen of the house, entered gracefully from her own work, her expression softening as she saw all her children gathered.
Shaurya smiled, rubbing his tired neck, and looked at them all. “So, how was the paper today?”
“Mine went great, bhaiya!” Rihaan nodded.
“Even mine. I think I did well, finally!” Priyansh grinned, stretching his arms.
Just then Kanishk teased, leaning on the armrest of Heer's chair,
“Aur hamari Heer? Top karegi na is baar bhi? Ya phir kisi ko competition mil gaya?” He winked dramatically.
("And our Heer? She'll top again this time, right? Or has she finally got some competition?")
Everyone chuckled — except Heer.
She looked down. Her fingers clutched the edge of her skirt tightly. A dull ache returned in her chest, remembering today's events, humiliation in class by teacher, rutvik fighting for her, him getting suspended for 4 weeks , and before she could stop it — a tear escaped and rolled down her cheek silently.
Rakshit, who was sitting beside her, immediately noticed. His playful smile faded. “Princess? What happened?” he asked, concern shadowing his face.
The room fell quiet. Everyone’s gaze turned to her — confused, concerned, alert.
Shaurya got up, kneeling in front of her chair. “Heer? Tell us, beta. Did something happen in the exam?”
She quickly wiped her tears, sniffled, and said in a cracked voice, “I... I won’t top this time.”
Bhavika gently took her hand. “It’s okay, beta. Paper tough tha kya? Happens sometimes.”
Heer shook her head. “No Badi Maa... paper easy tha... I knew all the answers...” Her voice trembled with guilt and regret.
(Paper was easy!)
“Then?” Shaurya asked, exchanging a worried look with Rakshit.
And then Heer narrated everything.
About how she forget her pen. How the invigilating teacher not only refused to help but also scolded her in front of the entire class. How she lost precious minutes trying to fix it. And then, how Rutvik gave her his pen, allowing her to finally write — even if she could only complete 80% of the paper despite of knowing answers of 100% .
She paused, her eyes wet again.
“Woh teacher... unhone ek baar bhi help nahi ki... sabke samne mujhe embarrass kar diya.”
("That teacher... they didn’t help me even once... just embarrassed me in front of everyone.")
There was a heavy silence.
Bhavika was the first to speak, softly yet firmly.
“Such a nice boy he is... that Rutvik. Kitna thoughtful bacha hai.”
("Such a nice boy he is... that Rutvik. Such a thoughtful child.")
Rakshit’s jaw clenched. “Don’t worry. I’m going to come to your school tomorrow and speak to the authorities. I’ll file a complaint.”
Heer panicked slightly. “No bhaiya, please! No need for that. It was my mistake... I should’ve been more careful. It happens.”
“Yes, Heer, forgetting a pen was your fault. But what the teacher did — was inexcusable.” Rakshit said, his voice low but sharp. “She was supposed to guide you, not humiliate you. It’s her duty as a teacher to help you correct your mistake — not punish you for it in front of your peers.”
Shaurya nodded, adding, “Exactly. A mistake is never an excuse to disrespect a student.”
Heer’s eyes shimmered again. But this time, it wasn’t out of embarrassment or regret. It was because of the overwhelming love and support from her family. They weren’t scolding her. They weren’t blaming her. They were standing with her.
Kanishk leaned forward, gently tugging her ponytail. “Next time extra pens leke jaana. Okay topper?”
Heer finally smiled, just a little. “Okay...” she whispered.
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Krunal Singh, The Legend, The Reel-Maker ’s POV
Early Sunday morning. While normal people sleep, these idiots — I mean, my very lovely friends — and I decided to rise like the sun and touch the highway in style.
Three bikes. Five boys. Zero sense. Full swag.
I sat behind Rutvik on his bike, mainly because 1) I didn’t want to drive, 2) Rutvik had no choice, and 3) free cold air on face > driving. 4) Hugging Rutvik while sitting on bike > everything else.
Rihaan came looking like a hero straight outta Dhoom, black helmet, black shades, black jeans. Mood bhi black hi tha bhai ka as usual.
(Brother's mood was black too, as usual!)
Mihir was on another bike with Aryan, who, by the way, had shown up like a struggling poet from Himachal with a cigarette in one hand and depression in the other. Bro didn't even say good morning — just one blank stare like he saw tomorrow’s recession already.
Anyway, after cruising through curves and playing Dil Chahta Hai in our heads, I did what I do best:
Plot. Plan. Blackmail. Repeat.
“Saalo,” I said dramatically, “Let’s make a reel on Titli Udi, Ud Na Saki trend. We’ll go viral! Imagine—thousands of girls watching your slow-motion jumps in air with that music!”
All four turned to me like I just asked them to donate their kidneys to Ambani.
Rutvik blinked. Rihaan scoffed. Mihir almost gagged. Aryan? Still smoking, probably telepathically rejecting the idea from 20 feet away.
But I’m Krunal Freaking Singh, and I don’t give up. I whisper in Rutvik’s ear like a villain in a daily soap—
“Bro, either you become Titli with me, or I become gossipy chidiya and tell Rihaan you love his sister.”
You should’ve seen his face.
He blinked twice. Shivered a little. Probably saw his funeral and wedding together. Then he nodded.
One down.
Now Rihaan. Mr. Mafia-vibes himself.
I looked straight in his eyes and smiled.
“Sun bro, tu reel na banaye toh I tell Mihir you like Priyanshi. In full detail. Including that you joined coaching for her, look at her during the games period and.....”
(If you don't make reel then.. )
He froze. I swear I heard his heartbeat pause. Then he nodded too.
Two down.
Now Mihir.
I turned to him. He looked at me suspiciously. I had no dirt on him. Zero blackmail material. Dude is so boring, even his Google search is “how to breathe.”
So what did I do?
“Bhai, tu camera pakad. Bas shoot kar. Tu ban, mera assistant.”
("Bro, you hold the camera. Just keep shooting. You be my assistant.")
He rolled his eyes. “I knew I should’ve stayed home.”
Too late, bhai. Krunal strikes again.
Aryan? Bro was still somewhere staring into the sky like he was composing shayari for heartbreak number 29. Didn't even notice the reel was being planned. God bless.
In conclusion:
I won.
Reel got made.
Boys danced like Titlis.
And I?
I became the legend again.
Moral of the story: Never say no to Krunal Singh. Or be ready to spill secrets like chutney on samosa.
#TitliGangForever 🦋
🎀Author POV🎀
Flashback:-
🎬 BTS Chaos of “Titli Udi” Reel — Featuring the Majnu Gang & Directed by Krunal ‘the handsome’ Pandey 🎬
Scene 1: “Titli udi, udd na saki…”
Take 1:
Song starts playing, phone set on Mihir’s dusty tripod.
Krunal dramatically spreads arms like Titanic ka heroine and runs ahead. Rutvik & Rihaan as per plan grab one leg each and pull him back to earth like gravity on steroids
Krunal literally falls on his face helmet thuds.
Krunal screamed, "Arre chhoro saalon! Video bana rahe hain ya kabaddi khel rahe ho?! Mumma kasam muh todh dunga dono ka!"
("Hey you idiots! Are you shooting a video or playing kabaddi?! I swear on mom, I'll smash both your faces!")
Rihaan deadpanned, “Aree humne to socha Titli land kar gayi.”
("Oh we thought the butterfly has landed.")
Rutvik in mock serious tone, “Physics ka rule follow kar rahe the bhai. Titli udi thi, ab girna zaroori tha.
("We were just following physics, bro. Butterfly took off, so falling was necessary.")
Mihir laughing while adjusting focus spoke, “Bhai iska blooper hi viral hoga.”
("Bro, only her blooper is going to go viral.")
Take 2:
Same start.
Krunal runs like K3G’s Poo in a helmet. This time, Rutvik and Rihaan pretend to pull but let go right before contact.
Krunal wobbles but survives.
Falls to knees like SRK in a climax.
Helmet flies.
Krunal starts rubbing it like it’s a genie lamp.
Krunal murmuring, “Bas, is baar viral na hua na… to helmet bech ke Goa chala jaunga.”
(If this doesn't go viral this time… I’ll sell my helmet and escape to Goa.)
Rihaan patting his shoulder laughed, saying “Tu viral nahi, fungus ho gaya bhai. Har jagah faila hai.”
(You’re not viral, bro… you’ve turned into fungus. You’ve spread everywhere.)
Rutvik nodded, “Chal, next line pe focus kar. Bus mein chadh ja.”
(Come on, focus on the next line. Get on the bus.)
Scene 2: “Bus mein chadhi…seat na mili...”
Take 1:
Rutvik and Rihaan lift Krunal like he’s a sack of onions.
They shake their heads left-right like broken bobbleheads.
All three almost fall.
Aryan, still smoking nearby, claps sarcastically, “Khatam karo ye road circus, mujhe toh police bulaani ki need lag rahi hai.”
(Wrap up this road circus, I feel like I need to call the police.)
{ A/N: Check My Instagram Story For Their Titli Udi Reel }
Take 2:
They lift him again. Krunal folds his hands mid-air like Govinda in Coolie No.1.
Three of them shake heads in sync.
Mihir (off-screen), nodded with tight lipped smile. “Nice bro! Bollywood meets Bharatnatyam!”
Scene 3: “Seat na mili, to rone lagi…”
Krunal now full Titanic heroine mode , dramatically starts fake crying on Rutvik’s left shoulder.
Krunal cried, dramatically
“Seat nahi mili... dard mila... heartbreak mila…”
(Didn’t get a seat... got pain... got heartbreak...)
Then slides onto Rihaan’s other shoulder. Sobs louder.
Rihaan expressionlessly sighed,
“Helmet pehene ke baad bhi ye rona nahi rukta.”
(Even with a helmet on, this crying doesn’t stop.)
Rutvik to camera,
“Kisi crying app ka brand ambassador bana do bhai ko.”
(Make this guy the brand ambassador of some crying app.)
Krunal still sniffling,
“Main sirf acting kar raha tha... mujhe sach mein rona aa gaya tum dono ke sarcasm se.”
(I was just acting... but now I’m really crying because of your sarcasm.)
Scene 4: “Driver ne bola... Aaja mere paas! Aaja mere paas! Aaja mere paas! ”
Rihaan (in mafia mode), grabs Krunal by his pants from behind.
Pulls. Hard.
Krunal stumbles backward like rag doll.
“Arre meri pant! Pant gayi! Pant gayi!”
(Oh no, my pants! They're gone! They're gone!)
Mihir howling behind the camera,
“Titli toh gayi, ab pant bhi gayi.”
(The butterfly was already gone, now the pants too.)
Rutvik clapping loudly,
“Is reel mein dignity ki bhi chhutti ho gayi.”
(Even dignity took leave in this reel.)
Aryan laughed for the first time since 7am.
Scene 5: “Titli boli... Hatt badmash! Hatt Badmash!!”
Enter Krunal — now fully committed to role.
Helmet tilted like a hat.
Walking in slow-mo like Poo from K3G mixed with Gopi bahu.
Doing a full ramp walk with sass.
Rutvik and Rihaan pretend to block his way.
Krunal in dramatic high-pitch voice, “Hatt badmash! Hatt badmash!” shoves both aside
Both fall back intentionally, adding fake screams.
Rihaan yelled,
“Tu ladka hai ya hurricane?”
(Are you a guy or a hurricane?)
Rutvik rolled his eyes,
“Isko Karan Johar ke paas le jaao, Netflix ka content ready hai.”
(Take him to Karan Johar, Netflix content is already ready.)
End scene.....
📽️ Final Moment:
Mihir turns the camera to selfie mode. “All thanks to this madman…” points to Krunal still dancing behind
Krunal yelled, “Trending hoga, bhai log! Abey Aryan, tu bhi aa ja thoda smoke chhod ke!”
Aryan shaked his head.
Final Verdict: Reel: Done ✅
Dignity: Gone ❌
Friendship: Stronger than ever. ❤️
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The clock had just struck one and the delicious aroma of Bhavika’s signature Bhindi ki sabji had filled every corner of the Raichand mansion. As usual, lunch was on the table—but one person was missing.
Rihaan, tasked with the responsibility of locating the ever-lost Priyansh, walked up to his room grumbling under his breath.
“Insaan khota ho lekin chota na ho! Saare kaam chote bache se krvate hain!” Rihaan muttered as he knocked and pushed open the door, only to be greeted by a scene straight out of a shampoo commercial.
("A person may be foolish but shouldn't be youngest! They make the youngest one do everything!")
Priyansh stood in front of his full-length mirror, striking poses like he was on the cover of GQ, his hair perfectly tousled, his shirt collar deliberately half-up, and a totally unnecessary pair of sunglasses perched on his head—indoors.
Priyansh dramatically ran a hand through his hair, looked at himself with utter devotion, and sighed so deeply you'd think he just broke up with himself.
“Bhaiiiiii... Main kitna handsome hoon yaar... matlab seriously, ladkiyan toh line mein hongi. Side mein nahi... LINE mein. Bhagwan ne mujhe banane mein extra time lagaya hoga, woh bhi Sunday ko, jab rest day hota hai!”
("Broooo... I'm so handsome, seriously, girls must be lining up. Not on the side... in a proper LINE. God must have taken extra time making me, that too on a Sunday—his rest day!")
Rihaan blinked. Twice. Then raised a brow, unimpressed.
“Oh toh tu woh ‘limited edition’ wala sample hai na jo bhagwan ne experiment ke liye banaya tha?” he said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk.
("Oh so you're that ‘limited edition’ sample God made just for an experiment?")
But Priyansh wasn’t done. He pouted in the mirror, now practicing smirks from every possible angle.
“Comeon Rihu bhai! Yeh jawline dekho bhai! Aisi toh Hrithik Roshan ki bhi nahi thi debut mein. Mirror bhi sharma gaya hoga meri shakal dekh ke.”
("Come on Rihu bro! Look at this jawline, man! Even Hrithik Roshan didn’t have this in his debut. The mirror must be blushing after seeing my face.")
Rihaan couldn’t hold back anymore.
“Mirror sharma gaya nahi bhai, thak gaya hoga tujhe dekh dekh ke! Bol raha hoga, ‘Bas kar bhai, ab aankhon ka kajal bhi pighal gaya hai!’”
("The mirror didn’t blush, bro—it’s exhausted from seeing you again and again! It’s probably saying, ‘Enough, bro, even the kohl in my eyes has melted!’")
Priyansh ignoring Rihaan's roast flipped his imaginary hair like a shampoo model.
“Mujhe lagta hai main chocolate boy type hoon. Matlab Dairy Milk Silk... creamy, dreamy, irresistible.”
("I think I’m the chocolate-boy type. Like Dairy Milk Silk... creamy, dreamy, irresistible.")
Rihaan made a face.
“Tu Dairy Milk Silk nahi lagta, tu expired Imli candy lagta hai, jo kisi school ke bench ke neeche chipki ho.”
("You don’t look like Dairy Milk Silk, you look like expired tamarind candy stuck under a school bench.")
Priyansh gasped, placing a hand dramatically over his heart.
“Bhai, yeh zulm mat karo. Mera confidence toot jaayega.”
("Bro, don’t be so cruel. My confidence will shatter.")
Rihaan rolled his eyes. “Tera confidence toot jaaye toh main dahi jamana shuru kar doon. Itna self-obsession toh Ranveer Singh mein bhi nahi hai.”
(If your confidence ever breaks, I’ll start making yogurt. Even Ranveer Singh isn’t this self-obsessed.)
At this point, Priyansh had started trying slow-motion hair flips. Unfortunately, his hair—being naturally disobedient—landed directly over his eyes.
“Uff yeh baal bhi na, meri style mein jealous ho jaate hain.”
(Sigh, these hair strands get jealous of my style.)
Rihaan, deadpan: “Nahi bhai, wo tujhse itna sharma rahe hain ki chup jaate hain.”
(No bro, they’re so shy of you that they hide.)
Suddenly, Priyansh turned around with an idea shining in his eyes.
“Mujhe na ek reel banana chahiye. Caption: ‘Itna handsome banna sabke bas ki baat nahi hoti.’”
(I should make a reel. Caption: 'Being this handsome isn’t everyone’s cup of tea.')
Rihaan stared for a moment. Then sighed. “Haan, aur background mein Bajirao Mastani ka ‘Aayat’ baja dena, taki log confuse ho jayein yeh heartbreak ka reel hai ya kis ka.”
(Yeah, and play 'Aayat' from Bajirao Mastani in the background, so people get confused whether it’s a heartbreak reel or a kiss one.)
“Aap mein jealousy ki boo aa rahi hai bhai.” Priyansh snapped his fingers
(I can smell jealousy from you, bro.)
“Tujh mein bas boo aa rahi hai bhai. Niche chal, khana thanda ho raha hai. Aur tujhe dekh ke toh sabzi bhi sharm se laal ho gayi hogi.”
(There’s just a stink coming from you, bro. Come downstairs, the food’s getting cold. And seeing you, even the veggies must’ve blushed red in shame.)
And with that, Rihaan dragged the ever-glowing, self-declared Greek God of Raichand Mansion away from his beloved mirror, muttering under his breath:
“Mirror mirror on the wall, please stop showing him at all…”
The mirror? Probably sighed in relief.
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1) Rutvik got suspended for hitting vanshaj and why he beat, only krunal and Heer knows. Except them he told none because he didn't wanted to drag Heer's name in this all. Rihaan tried asking but he didn't told, just made random excuse. Because he knew RIHAAN WILL REALLY KILL vanshaj after knowing the words he used for Heer, and also get suspicious of him for his behavior.
2) I have my exams in September so now onwards update will be either of less words or 1 day late. I'm sorry but my syllabus is not completed yet😭 Please bear it for me. Just for 1 month, updates will be late. I'll update on my own whenever it's completed Okay??
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