1. The Night Before the first day
The night before college always feels different.
A strange mix of excitement, overthinking, and a hundred “what should I wear?” moments like the universe itself is waiting for your first grand entry.
And for Yashika Tiwari, it really was a grand entry waiting to happen.
Her entire room was chaos , clothes scattered like confetti, perfumes mixing in the air, fairy lights reflecting off her vanity mirror. On one corner, a tripod and ring light still stood from her latest reel, where she’d danced to some trending audio with graceful and energetic moves as dance is her fortay.
“Bro, kal ka fit toh slayyyy hona chahiye, okay?” Yashika said, throwing a sequined crop top on the bed dramatically.
[“Bro, tomorrow’s outfit has to slayyy, okay?”]
her two bestfriends lying on couch looked at her with exhaustion ..kritika and unnati they were bestfriends from almost? 1st grade from school yesss and now they are in the same college
Kritika, lying upside down on the couch, groaned. “Yashu, you’ve already tried, what, ten outfits? Itna stress toh SAT exam dene se pehle bhi nahi liya hoga.”
[“Yashu, you’ve already tried, what, ten outfits? You probably weren’t this stressed even before your SAT exam.”]
Unnati laughed, sipping iced coffee. “And for what? First day of college hai, not Lakmé Fashion Week.”
Yashika turned, hand on hip, hair flicking like she was in a shampoo commercial. “Excuse me? Stanford University mein entry kar rahi hoon main fashion designing student, influencer, dancer, trend-setter. Main basic nahi lag sakti. It’s my debut scene, babes.”
[“Excuse me? I’m entering Stanford University as a fashion designing student, influencer, dancer, trend-setter. I can’t look basic. It’s my debut scene, babes.”]
Kritika snorted. “Tu toh full Bollywood heroine hai, bas background music reh gaya.”
[“You’re a full-on Bollywood heroine, only the background music is missing.”]
“Background music toh ready hai,” Yashika said, scrolling through her phone and playing “Main heroine hoon ”
The three of them burst into laughter.
[“The background music’s ready already.”]
But beneath the laughter, there was something else... Excitement.
The kind that makes your heart race because you know tomorrow, everything begins.
Yashika stood before the mirror, holding two hangers one glittery silver dress and one
Brown leather jacket, black top, blue denim mini skirt..
“Okay, tell me honestly. Boss Babe vibes or Sweet but can destroy you?”
Both Unnati and Kritika pointed at the corset top together. “Definitely the second one. You’re not boss babe, you’re chaos in heels.”
“Exactly!” Yashika grinned, turning to the mirror again.
Her lip gloss shimmered under the fairy lights. Her long brown hair framed her face perfectly. Her phone buzzed with DM and dozens of story reactions, mostly from boys, mostly ignored.
She smirked. “Same energy tomorrow, darling.”
Unnati walked over, leaning on her shoulder. “Excited?”
“Obviously. First day of college. New people. New place. New dramas.” Yashika winked. “I was born for this.”
Kritika raised a brow. “And what about him?”
Yashika paused. “Who?”
“Your brother. Aahan. He’s already there na? Final year, engineering department. Won’t he ruin your fun?”
Yashika rolled her eyes. “Please. Aahan Tiwari has his own world, bikes, girls, and bad decisions. Mujhe apna scene banana hai.”
All three laughed again loud, carefree, full of that last-night-before-a-new-life feeling.
And outside, the night breeze carried the faint smell of jasmine through her balcony, the city humming in the background.
Yashika’s diary lay open on the desk filled with doodles, outfit sketches, and one line in cursive:
“College Courts & Love Notes - my new chapter begins.”
She smiled, picked up her phone, and hit record. “Hey loves! Tomorrow’s my first day at Stanford University, and I’m honestly so nervous but excited! New beginnings, new chaos… let’s hope I survive the first impression,” she said into the camera, flashing her playful grin.
The video ended. The reel was posted. The likes started rolling in instantly.
Within seconds, the comment section buzzed -
“You’ll slay it as always ”
“Queen is ready for college ”
“Aahan Tiwari’s sister? Damn, she’s fine ”
Yashika laughed softly. “Told you, world’s already waiting.”
She switched off the lights, collapsing onto her bed with her satin eye mask...
Meanwhile, across the city, another room told a very different story.
in a quiet dorm room someone else was seeing the night differently.
For Anushka Gupta, it wasn’t glitter or reels; it was silence, nerves, and soft fairy lights strung above a new bed that didn’t yet feel like hers.
Cardboard boxes sat in a corner, half-open. Sketchbooks scattered on the desk beside a steaming cup of coffee that had gone cold.
She sat by the window, hugging her knees, watching the unfamiliar skyline.
“New city. New college. New everything,” she whispered, voice low.
Her reflection in the window stared back calm, composed, but not fearless.
The city lights looked exciting… but they also looked like pressure.
She opened her notebook, the one filled with her fashion sketches and ran her fingers over a drawing of a pastel gown.
Dream big, it said in tiny handwriting.
She smiled weakly. “Dream big… right.”
Her phone buzzed a message from her mom:
“All the best for tomorrow, beta. Proud of you <3”
Anushka’s eyes softened. She typed back quickly:
“I’ll do my best, Ma.”
She closed her phone, let out a small sigh, and looked around her room again.
Walls blank. Curtains are new. Life is starting over.
For a second, she let herself imagine tomorrow the crowd, the chaos, the noise.
And somewhere in that crowd, maybe someone would notice her… or maybe not.
And that was fine too.
Because not everyone wanted to be seen.
Some people were born to observe first and then shine silently.
She turned off the light, leaving the room glowing in the soft fairy light hue.
Her sketchbook stayed open on a page where she’d drawn a small, delicate heart.
At the other end of the city, the night was louder.
Neon lights. Fast cars. Music that made the floor vibrate.
Aahaan Tiwari leaned against the bar counter, smirking as his friends cheered over yet another round of shots.
“Cheers to the last free night before college chaos begins!” someone shouted.
Aahan laughed. “Free night? Bro, every night’s free when you live like me.”
He was the kind of boy mothers warned daughters about with a charming smile, half buttoned shirt, and eyes that carried mischief and mystery in equal parts.
His phone buzzed Yashika’s new reel.
He watched her flaunting her outfit, rolled his eyes, and chuckled.
“Overdramatic as always. But she’ll own that campus, no doubt.”
“Talking to yourself again?” his friend teased.
“Just reminding myself,” Aahaan said, raising his glass, “Tiwari siblings never go unnoticed.”
The music rose. The laughter grew.
And amid the noise, aahaan’s charm and chaos blended perfectly with the city night
loud, unapologetic, untamed.
But somewhere across the San Francisco city another phone screen glowed in the dark.
Yohan Gupta leaned back in his chair, scrolling through her reel for the third time. His lips curved into the faintest smirk.
“Yashika Tiwari,I know she’s trouble. Bright, loud, the kind who thinks the world spins for her.”
” he murmured, voice low and amused. “Still obsessed with yourself, huh?”
He tossed his phone on the table, eyes glinting under the dim lamp.
“Kya hi interesting semester hone wala hai…”
[“This semester is going to be so interesting…”]
The silence lingered .. the calm before chaos.
Because tomorrow, Stanford University’s new semester would begin
and so would a game of love, rivalry, and everything in between.
---
Few hours later
The clock struck twelve, and Yashika’s room lit up like a festival. Balloons bounced on the floor, fairy lights blinked wildly, and her best friends Kritika and unnati screamed in unison,
“Happy birthday, you drama queen!”
Yashika shot up from her bed, hair in a messy bun, eyes wide.
“Tum dono pagal ho kya? It’s 12 AM! Main so rahi thi!”
[“Are you two crazy? It’s 12 AM! I was sleeping!”]
“Yeah, sure,” unnati snorted, lighting the cake. “You were definitely asleep while stalking your own comment section five minutes ago.”
Yashika narrowed her eyes. “Shut up, unnati”
Kritika laughed, holding up her phone. “Smile, babe! It’s your day!”
The next five minutes were chaos frosting on cheeks, laughter echoing, and Yashika’s phone vibrating endlessly with birthday notifications.
Her parents called too, faces glowing on the screen.
“Happy birthday, beta,” her dad said, voice soft with affection.
“Aur haan, behave today, okay? No trouble.”
“Thank you Papa or main kab kisko trouble karti hoon?” she said innocently.
[“Thank you, Papa. And when do I ever trouble anyone?”]
Kritika almost choked on cake. “Han babe tu khud trouble hai”
[“Yeah babe, you are the trouble yourself.”]
Her father smiled. “by the way guess who is in a calling me right now to join the video call ”
“Who?”
“Gupta uncle and aunty.”
The screen lit up and there they were, Anushka’s parents joined the video call smiling warmly.
“Happy Birthday, Yashu beta!”
“Aww thank you, uncle, aunty! Miss you guys.”
They talked for a few minutes, small talk, warm wishes and somewhere across India, Anushka’s parents were also smiling fondly, completely unaware that their daughters could barely stand each other.
After a few more minutes of chaos, everyone slowly retired to their rooms. Yashika finally collapsed on her bed, cheeks hurting from smiling.
The silence that followed felt oddly peaceful. Yashika sat by the window, scrolling through her phone. Dozens of DMs, stories, tags.
Then she saw a familiar name.
Aahan calling.
She smiled and answered. “Finally remembered your sister?”
“Please, main to first tha wish karne wale list mein,” he replied lazily. “Just had to finish a game.”
“Game or party?”
“Both,” he said with a smirk she could almost hear. “Anyway, happy birthday, Miss Overdramatic. Try not to burn the city tomorrow.”
“Very funny,” she said, rolling her eyes. “And thanks for booking the club.”
“You’re welcome. But I’m only coming for the free food.”
“Liar. You love my parties.”
“I love chaos. Your parties just happen to provide it.”
They both laughed, a soft kind that only siblings understood.
After the call, Yashika opened her favorite singer’s profile- a quiet ritual she had followed for years. No posts. No stories. Nothing.
Until tonight.
Posted 12:00 AM.
Caption: “New track dropping tonight, 8 PM.”
Her heart skipped.
Every year, without fail, on her birthday, he released a song. No concerts, no face reveals, no interviews. Just music.
Only on her birthday.
She didn’t know him. Not personally. Not really. But somehow, she did.
“You remembered,” she whispered to no one.
And just like that, Yashika Tiwari - social media queen, influencer, chaos machine - fell asleep with a soft smile, completely unaware of the storms waiting the next day.
---
Next Morning - Anushka’s Dorm
The sunlight streamed through the half-open blinds of her Stanford-blue dorm room. Anushka groaned, pulling the pillow over her face.
Her alarm buzzed again.
“Misha! Bhavya! I swear if either of you set that ringtone again-”
A laugh came from the phone.
“Babe, you’re literally talking to us.” Misha replied flatly
“Yeah, don’t shout. You sound like a dying toaster.” Bhavya said putting on her shoes
“Ha-ha. Very funny,” she said, yawning.
She rolled out of bed, her hair a mess yet somehow aesthetic enough to land on a Pinterest board.
“Sooo… the first day of college, Excited?” Misha asked
“Hmm. Excited to tolerate idiots? Not really.” Anushka replied
“Don’t act too cool, you literally colour-coded your notebooks last night.” Bhavya said, smirking.
“It’s called being organized, you messy human.” Anushka replied, rolling her eyes.
The three of them laughed. They’d been inseparable since school, a trio that was equal parts chaos and class.
Anushka slipped into her white fitted shirt and navy-blue skirt, tied her hair into a neat ponytail, and grabbed her iced coffee.
Before leaving, she looked into the mirror.
“Okay, Miss Gupta,” she said to her reflection. “First day. No drama. No fights. Just peace.”
She smirked.
“Unless someone deserves it.”
And with that, she grabbed her car keys and headed out — her sleek white convertible matching her perfectly polished attitude.
Yashika’s morning, however, was a completely different movie.
Music blasted through her speakers - high, energetic, unapologetic. Clothes lay everywhere, and her dressing table looked like a mini Sephora explosion.
“Why is nothing fitting right today?!” she yelled
.
“Because you tried six outfits in ten minutes even when you decided on the outfit just yesterday night, ” Kritika said, sprawled on her bed.
“None of them are giving ‘birthday-glow,’ they’re giving ‘crisis mode!’”
Yashika finally chooses the one which she decided on last night and hoop earrings, turning dramatically toward the mirror.
“Okay. Now it’s giving ‘main centre of the universe hoon.’”
[“Okay. Now it’s giving ‘I’m the center of the universe’ vibes.”]
“Which you already believe anyway,” Kritika said, rolling her eyes.
Yashika laughed but froze midway as her earring broke She sighed,
Then she looked up at the ceiling.
“Universe, listen to me carefully,” she said seriously, as if addressing a higher power.
“I swear universe aap mere khilaf hai na?. Har baar, har situation mein, aap meri side le hi nahi sakte na? Jab main kuch chhupana chahti hoon, sabko pata chal jaata hai. Jab main chill karna chahti hoon, koi na koi kaand ho jaata hai.”
[“I swear, universe, you’re against me, aren’t you? Every single time, in every situation, you just can’t take my side, right? Whenever I want to hide something, everyone finds out. And whenever I just want to chill, something or the other goes wrong.”]
She pointed at herself in the mirror.
“And if you’re planning to mess with my birthday today, toh bata du main ready hoon. Bring it on.”
[“And if you’re planning to mess with my birthday today, let me tell you—I’m ready. Bring it on.”]
Kritika snorted “Are you… talking to the ceiling?”
“Yes,” Yashika said proudly. “Because apparently, that’s where my enemy lives.”
“Right. Anyway,” Kritika said, grabbing her purse let’s go 1st day me hi late nhi hona hai right miss,
After saying that, Kritika drives off in her car, and after taking about a hundred mirror selfies, Yashika finally leaves for college in her favorite car.
Engines roared. Music blasted. Students poured in laughing, gossiping, clicking selfies.
Yashika parked her car with a confident smirk, adjusted her sunglasses, and stepped out like the heroine of her own movie.
Across the parking lot, Anushka’s car pulled in. Their eyes met for the first time that day.
Yashika’s smile dropped.
Anushka raised an eyebrow.
And in that five-second silent stare, thousands of imaginary swords clashed.
Neither spoke, but their expressions screamed, “Oh great. You’re alive.”
They walked away in opposite directions like two queens who ruled different empires - both knowing, both loathing, and both pretending not to care.
Whereas in college in one of the corridors Aahaan leaned on a wall scrolling his phone. Yashika strutted toward him like the main character she absolutely believed she was.
“So, what do you think?” she asked, posing.
“You look like trouble,” he said, pocketing his phone.
“Perfect. That’s the vibe.”
“Happy birthday again, by the way.”
“Thank you. Any expensive gift, or just compliments?”
“Compliments are free. So yeah, just those.”
“Wow. Bhai of the year award goes to you.”
" so what’s the plan ”
" Partyyyy like we have never done it before ”
“WOW.. phele lekin classes attend karo, uske baad pura plan karte hai.”
[“Wow… but first, attend your classes. We’ll make the full plan after that.”]
“okieeeee as you sayyyyy big brother ”
College was buzzing as usual laughter, chatter, camera flashes, the scent of coffee and perfume blending in the air.
Yashika walked through it like she owned the place. She greeted people, waved at juniors, even clicked a few selfies.
Her friends joined her soon, excited and loud.
Kritika - “Girl, your DMs are full of influencer wishes!”
Unnati - “And look! Two brands just sent PR boxes!”
Kritika - “You’re literally trending right now!”
Yashika smiled, pretending to be humble. “It’s fine, yaar. Main toh simple si ladki hoon.”
[“It’s okay, buddy. I’m just a simple girl.”]
“Simple my foot,” Kritika said. “You threw half the city into chaos just by existing.”
They all laughed, talking about tonight’s party, the biggest one of the year. The club Aahaan booked was the most popular in the city. Everyone was invited.
In classroom:
The moment Yashika entered, the room buzzed louder.
Birthday wishes, compliments, and whispers followed her.
And then, she saw her.
Anushka Gupta - sitting on the opposite side with Misha and Bhavya. Perfect posture, sharp eyes, pretending Yashika didn’t exist.
The moment their eyes met - silence.
Even the professor paused mid-sentence.
Yashika smiled sweetly, all fake. Anushka tilted her chin, all attitude.
And just like that, the temperature in the room dropped ten degrees.
Miisha (whispering): “Uh-oh, death stare 2.0 has begun.”
Bhavya: “Do you think they’ll. ever talk normally?”
Misha: “Yeah, maybe in another life.”
They both giggled quietly. Meanwhile, Yashika scribbled in her notebook,
“If looks could kill, Anushka Gupta would’ve been my first victim.”
And Anushka? She muttered under her breath,
“Ek aur fake smile maar ke dekhi toh I’ll throw my chair at her.”
[“If she flashes one more fake smile, I’ll throw my chair at her.”]
The tension stayed like a bad Wi-Fi signal till class ended. Both stormed out in opposite directions, muttering curses under their breath.
The day had just started, and chaos was already brewing.
By the time the lecture ended, half the college already knew about Yashika’s birthday.
The other half? They’d find out soon enough.
The second she stepped into the cafeteria, a bunch of her classmates creamed —
“Happy Birthday, Yashikaaa!”
She grinned, tossing her hair like a queen accepting her crown.
Her friends followed behind, holding trays of coffee and fries.
Kritika “Girl, I swear you’re. famous enough to run for president.”
Yashika: “President? Babe, I’d rather run the world.”
Unnati: “Oh my god, stop quoting Beyoncé!”
Yashika: “It’s not quoting if it’s my personality.”
They all burst into laughter.
Within minutes, the entire cafeteria buzzed with excitement.
People were walking up to her table, giving small gifts, hugs, taking selfies.
Random Student: “Happy Birthday, Yashika! Party kidhar hai?”
Yashika: “Tonight, at Club Lush. Be there or be boring.”
Half the tables cheered. Someone even whistled.
Aahaan, who had just walked in, shook his head.
“Are you promoting a concert or a birthday party?”
“Both,” she winked, “I’m multi-talented.”
Aahaan grabbed a seat beside her, stealing her fries like always.
“Also, I talked to mom and dad,” he said casually, “they said invite the Gupta’s too.”
Yashika froze.
Her smile twitched. “Excuse me, what?”
“Yeah. that Ms. Eye Roll and her brother Mr.overconfidence“
She leaned closer, whispering dangerously,
“Have you lost your mind? Mujhe unhe invite karna hai matlab usko bhi bulaana padega! or vo krne se phle main apne baal purple kr lun”
[“Are you out of your mind? I have to invite them, which means I’ll have to invite him too! And before I do that, I’m going to dye my hair purple.”]
Aahaan shrugged, pretending to be innocent. “Family connections, baby sis.”
“Family connections my foot! Mujhe drama-free birthday chahiye.”
[“Family connections, my foot! I just want a drama-free birthday.”]
Her friends were already giggling.
Kritika: “Oohh, the universe is coming for you, babe.”
Yashika: “Of course it is. The universe hates me!”
Yashika sighed dramatically, muttering under her breath,
“Of course, Universe. Aapka favourite pastime hi ye hai na mujhe uncomfortable situations mein daalna. Aap bored ho jaata hoga otherwise.”
[“Of course, Universe. Your favorite pastime is putting me in uncomfortable situations, right? You’d probably get bored otherwise.”]
“Every time I say no drama, the universe goes like ’Let’s make her life a Ye rishta kya kehlata hai type serial ! Like bro, chill!”
She glared at the ceiling, “Dear Universe, tu khush reh , main haar gayi bs kr ja ab nhi karungi challenge .”
Her friends were laughing hysterically.
Unnati: “You’re literally fighting with air right now.”
Yashika: “Because the air started it!”
Aahaan sipped his cold coffee, amused. “You done?”
“Not even close.” She crossed her arms, “If I ever meet the person running my destiny, I’m suing them for emotional damage.”
She opened her phone and scrolled through the department group. Found Anushka’s number.
Blocked.
“Wow,” she said to herself. “Even the universe didn’t waste time today. Hey bhagwan bs isne block nhi kiya ho mujhe vrna izzat ka faluda ho jana hai, kya izzat reh jayegi meri pure social media ki wow ye h Yashika Tiwari getting blocked by her introvert enemy ”
[“Even the universe didn’t waste any time today. Oh God, I just hope he
hasn’t blocked me, otherwise my reputation will be ruined. Like seriously, what respect will I have left on social media? ‘Wow, here’s Yashika Tiwari getting blocked by her introvert enemy!’”]
But thankfully Anushka hasn’t blocked her, so after preparing herself and giving a little motivation to herself,
She typed quickly.
“Hey. I know this is shocking but I have to do this. It’s my birthday party tonight, 8 PM. Come or don’t but fir vo mera fault nhi rhega :)”
[“Hey. I know this is shocking, but I have to do this. It’s my birthday party tonight at 8 PM. Come or don’t—but then it won’t be my fault :)”]
Seconds later, Anushka replied:
“Wow, the great overdramatic Yashika tiwari herself invited me? Should I frame this message?”
Yashika: “Only if you’ve got taste.”
Anushka: “Taste toh hai, tabhi tumse durr rehti hoon.”
[“You’ve got taste, that’s exactly why I stay away from you.”]
Yashika: “Funny. See you tonight, Miss Self-Obsession.”
Anushka: “Please. In your dreams ”
They went back and forth for twenty minutes, both sitting just a few tables apart in the cafeteria, pretending not to notice each other but glaring every now and then.
Finally, Yashika sent the last text:
“Okay fine, don’t come. If our parents find out, its not my fault.”
Anushka left it on seen.
Yashika smirked like she’d just won a war. “Victory feels nice.”
“Lo hogya ab mere priya bhratashri uss MR Overconfident ko aap invite krenge ” Yashika said with her sweet little smile
[“There we go, now my dear brother will be the one inviting Mr. Overconfident.”]
“No way,” Aahaan replied with a horrified face
“Yes you have to, otherwise ye kaam mujhse nhi hoga you know how much I hate him and ye aap bhi nhi chahte honge main ussey baat kru right ?”
[“Yes, you have to. Otherwise I won’t be able to do it — you know how much I hate him, and you wouldn’t want me to talk to him either, right?”]
“Ofcourse right ” Aahaan replied “I’ll invite him don’t worry ”
“awieeeee thank-you! love you”
“Hogya? abb jaara hu bye!”
[“Done? I’m leaving now, bye!”]
As the sun was setting over the campus ground, painting everything gold - including Yohan who stood leaning against his black bike like he was posing for a perfume brand he didn’t even audition for.
Aahaan spotted him from a distance and groaned.
“Of course. Mr. Overconfidence in his natural habitat.”
Yohan glanced up, smirk already loaded.
“Well, if it isn″t the noise pollution himself - Aahaan Tiwari.”
Aahaan rolled his eyes. “Bro, your confidence has its own zip code.”
“Can’t help it,” Yohan shrugged, “it’s hereditary.”
“Yeah, and your humility died at birth.”
Yohan laughed under his breath, “What brings the chaos twin to my peaceful zone?”
Aahan folded his arms. “My adorable sister- ”
Yohan cut him off, “Adorable? The same one who once threw a cake at me because I called her extra?”
“She threw it because you were being a jerk.”
“I was being honest. She was extra.”
“Bro, that was a birthday party, not a courtroom.”
Yohan’s smirk widened, “I remember her saying, ‘Keep that smirk off your face, ’ Guess I didn’t listen.”
Aahaan exhaled dramatically. “You know that you’re an asshole right ? but Anyway, invitation time. My parents told me to invite you to her party tonight. Officially.”
Yohan leaned closer, fake shocked. “You mean Yashika Tiwari’s party? The one who would rather burn her designer heels than invite me?”
“Exactly that one.”
Yohan tilted his head. “And you think I’ll just show up?”
“Honestly? I don’t care. My job is to invite you. Tera aana na aana tera call h pr tu humare parents ko disappoint nhi Krna chahega right ”
[“Honestly? I don’t care. My job is just to invite you. Whether you come or not is your call, but you wouldn’t want to disappoint our parents, right?”]
Yohan chuckled, “Wow. what a nice way to invite someone ”
Aahaan pointed at him, “Don’t start. I’m not in the mood.”
“Oh please,” Yohan teased, “you wake up in the mood for arguments. Your alarm tone probably says, ‘let’s fight.’”
“Keep talking, and I’ll make sure you’re uninvited,” Aahaan shot back.
Yohan shrugged, “You can’t. Your parents love me.”
“Yeah, because they don’t know the real identitiy of yours ”
Yohan’s smirk deepened. “So, should I wear black or black tonight?”
“Wear invisibility. That would be ideal.” As Aahaan turned to leave, Yohan called out,
“By the way, tell your sister she still owes me a cake war rematch.”
“She’ll probably throw the whole cake at you this time.” Aahaan replied showing him middle finger
“Good. Saves me the trouble of buying dessert.” Yohan smirked
Aahaan groaned, walking away muttering, “don’t kill him, don’t kill him
and just like that the college day ended with a lot of chaos and A lot waiting for the evening party..
PREVIEW of chapter 2
Birthday lights. Loud music. Glitter everywhere.
But Yashika’s perfect night takes a weird turn the moment she realizes one of her gay bestfriends hasn’t even wished her yet. Why? Because he’s too busy flirting with her brother, who’s looking two seconds away from throwing him off the balcony.
And just when she decides to confront him, he climbs up on the table drink in hand and starts dancing like it’s his solo concert. The crowd cheers, the lights flicker, and then
he slips.
But trust me, that fall wasn’t the worst part.
It’s what he lands on that freezes the entire party.
Even Yashika and Anushka standing just a few steps away can only stare at each other, horrified.
Because what lies beneath those crushed gifts… might just ruin more than her birthday.
(to be continued...)
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