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The hallway buzzed with startled gasps and whispers as vedant Singh rajput, captain of star basketball team, held Shanaya against his chest. His heartbeat pounded in her ear, steady and strong-a stark contrast to the chaos inside her.
"Move!" he commanded, his voice sharp as he lifted her effortlessly. The weight of her body was nothing to him, but the way she had gone completely limp sent a ripple of concern through his chest.
He carried her through the crowded hallway, ignoring the curious stares and murmurs. His jaw tightened. He didn't care about the gossip; all that mattered was getting her to the medical room.
The school nurse rushed toward them as he stepped inside.
"What happened?" she asked, already preparing a cot.
"I don't know," vedant admitted, carefully laying Shanaya down. "She just... fainted." His voice was laced with something unfamiliar-worry.
The nurse checked Shanaya pulse, placing a cool cloth on her forehead. vedant stayed beside her, watching, waiting. He refused nurse to leave her side, and he know the reason- his heart
A dull ache throbbed in Shanaya head as consciousness slowly pulled her back. The scent of antiseptic filled her nose, the hum of an air conditioner buzzing softly in the background. She blinked against the harsh light, her vision adjusting to the sight of a familiar figure sitting beside the bed.
Her breath hitched.
VEDANT
The same boy she had slapped TODAY.
He sat there, his eyes dark with something she couldn't quite place-concern? Annoyance?
His sharp jaw clenched for a second before he exhaled, relief flickering across his face when he saw her awake.
"You're up," he muttered.
Shanaya tried to sit up, but the dizziness made her groan. As she pressed a hand to her forehead, everything came rushing back-the message from his father, the unbearable weight in her chest, then the overwhelming darkness that swallowed her whole.
Her hands trembled as she clutched she clutched the blanket, 'her parents are going to take divorce' this replaying the words as she saw her father message just hours ago.
Then... him.
Her eyes darted back to vedant "You...?" Her voice was hoarse.
His lips pressed into a tight line"Yeah, I caught you before you hit the floor. Carried you here. No need to thank me."
Shanaya stared at him, her mind still foggy.
In a fit of frustration and anger, she slapped him, without hearing his side. She didn't even remember what it was about-something dumb, something unimportant compared to everything she was dealing with now. But she had hit him, and he didn't said anything to her.
Yet here he was.
Sitting by her side.
Not gloating. Not throwing her slap back in her face. And Now Just... there.
he shifted, standing up. "You should rest. The nurse said you fainted from stress. Whatever's going on... don't keep it all in, alright?"
Shanaya fingers twitched. Her throat burned with unshed words.
for the first time in a long while, she didn't feel entirely alone.
Shanaya swallowed hard, guilt twisting in her stomach. "Why?"
Vedant tilted his head, frowning. "What do you mean, 'why'?"
"Why did you help me?"
For a moment, he was silent. Then, with a sigh, he leaned back in his chair. "Because you were falling."
Shanaya heart skipped a beat
Something in his voice-casual yet heavy-made her chest tighten. She looked away, her fingers curling into the blanket. She didn't know what to say.
Finally, she collected all her strength and spoke
"This is not answer, there's many people here to help me, 'Why you'?"
"Why did you help me? I slapped you an hour ago," she asked, her voice laced with disbelief.
I l-like..... PRAKRITI!
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The corridor buzzed with murmured gossip as Ishika stormed down the hall, Her shoes stomped against the tile floor as she charged inside, eyes blazing, fists clenched
Her blood was boiling—him, again.
Of all the people in the world, Ruhaan Agnihotri had to be the one meddling in her life.
And because of him, she was once again being compared—again being told she wasn't enough. She hated it.
Her heart pounded, her breath ragged, as she slammed the door open so hard it banged against the wall.
"RUHAAN!! RUHAAN AGNIHOTRI!!" she shout his name her voice was echoing through the room
she glared at Ruhaan - completely unfazed, his crisp uniform still annoyingly pristine. His dark eyes, sharp and unreadable, flicked over her face before settling into that infuriatingly smug smirk.
"YOU"
He sighed, not even looking up "Ah. I was wondering how long it would take you to show up"
She wanted to rip that smirk off his face.
She stormed closer, slamming her hands down on the desk so hard that pen fell from desk "did you told sir that i'm not capable to became class president of my class?"
"Yes," he deliberately took sip of coffee like he hadn't just Tried to completely ruined her reputation.
She pointed a shaking finger at him "HOW DARE YOU, FIRST YOU TAKE MY OPPORTUNITY TO BECAME VICE PRESIDENT THEN STUDENT OF THE YEAR AND NOW YOU'RE TAKING THIS AWAY FROM ME TOO!"
"Too Noisy," Ruhaan let out a slow, deliberate sigh "It's You're too impulsive, A class president needs composure, which you clearly—"
"Don't you dare." She stalked closer, eyes blazing. "You think you're better than me, don't you? Just because teachers worship you, just because everyone thinks you're some prodigy? I am sick of being compared to you!"
His smirk faded. Something flashed in his eyes—something she couldn't name.
"Then stop proving them right." His voice was quieter now, but it carried weight. "You're talented, Ishika, but you let your emotions control you. That's why they'll always see you as second best."
The words struck deeper than she wanted to admit.
Her blood boiled.
"You arrogant—!"
She opened her mouth—ready to fire back, ready to hurt him like he had just hurt her—but nothing came.
"WHY ARE YOU DOING THIS TO ME?" she asked, her voice trembled with fury.
cause you're just like her everyone melt for you just like others does for her
He calmly placed his mug on table with deliberate click and upper his gaze to looked at her "Someone Like You Don't Deserve It,"
She let out a bitter chuckled, shaking her head in disbelief through his expression saying I'm not joking
"someone like me huh! are you talking about that 'SOMEONE' who's always ignoring you rather than lost in your face"
he stood up from his place and stepped towards her "Let me tell you what is the meaning of 'someone like you'!"
His Voice Calm Yet Commanding "You used your innocence for your benefits, you're a fake like everybody you behave like a damn Saint but depsite you know YOUR SMILE IS A TRAP"
"EVEN MY PARENTS CAN'T TALK TO ME LIKE THAT THEN WHO THE HELL ARE YOU BARKING ABOUT ME LIKE THAT" she yelled, her voice laced with pure rage
Her words made her paused she wasn't wrong
She briefly looked away and deeply exhaled "See you always got everything on golden plate but it's not a same case for everyone wait...." she paused "You are not taking out someone else's anger on me, are you?"
"You considered yourself too important aren't you?!you can't manage your emotions how could you manage a whole class," He stepped closer, Too close. The air between them snapped taut, electric, blazing with unspoken resentment, unspoken history.
"It Doesn't Matter To You"
she shot back
his deep ocean like eyes held a dangerous intensity"Don't raised your voice on me otherwise"
"OTHERWISE HUH?KILL ME OR KIDNAP ME AND TORTURE IN A DARK ROOM WHAT WOULD YOU LIKE DO RUHAAN AGNIHOTRI," Ishika voice held a dangerous edge
As these words utter from her mouth he pinned her to the wall with a terrifying strength
"I could throw you out from there in a few minutes, then you can keep applying for admission in Harvard," he leaned more closer their nose slightly touch "I CAN RUINED YOUR DREAMS BY MY ONE ORDER"
his anger consumed him.
Although she hadn't scared she's not going to let that boy intimidated her
"your parents must be ashamed of you, SPECIALLY YOUR MOM HER SON IS TREATING A GIRL LIKE THIS!!"
He stepped back when he realised their position, his anger boiled hearing her last sentence "HOW FUCKING DARE YOU TO INVOLVE MY MOM!"
she crossed her arms, her voice tingled with a mix of anger and hurt "Offended right! I felt that too cause my dream is also my parents dream specially papa so,"
she hold a vase near to her and thrown with a face that scattered into pieces
She stepped closer, Her eyes blazing with intensity. "dont cross over my plans," she warned, voice sharp and unwavering "Next Time Vase Will Be Landed Over Your Head got it?"
She didn't wait for a response. With a dramatic turn, she walked out of the room, her presence lingering like a storm that had just passed, the sound of shutting door behind her echoing through the vast room leaving behind uneasy air.
He remained still, watching the door swing shut. No smirk, no reaction—just a quiet, unreadable expression as he walk back to his chair and slowly leaned back into his seat.
he suddenly burst into laughter. It wasn't a slow chuckle or a knowing smirk—it was loud, full of genuine amusement, like the memory had just now clicked in the most ridiculous way. As if her warning had never been a warning at all, but the best part of his day .
TO BE CONTINUED....