While the Ice Melts

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Summary

Amyra, 21, is done with complicated boys. Or at least, that’s what she tells herself. In her third year of college, she’s trying to choose safe—someone normal, someone kind, someone who won’t leave her questioning her worth. But just when things start to feel steady, he walks back in. Subh. Charismatic. Infuriating. And everything she once couldn’t stay away from. Now she’s stuck between what makes sense… and what still makes her heart race. Does she choose the easy kind of love she knows she deserves? Or risk it all on something messy, unpredictable—and painfully real? Because sometimes, the hardest choice is the one that feels right.

Status
Ongoing
Chapters
10
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Chapter One

I step out of the Uber and pause before closing the door. “Kitna hua, bhaiya?”

Normally, I’d just check the app, but I’m too skiddish to bother today.

“Ninety.”

I scan the QR code, pay, and mutter a quick “done.” The car speeds off. A second later, my phone buzzes.

Your fare is ₹80.

Great. Overcharged. Perfect start.

I sigh and push open the café door.

The place is warm and earthy—soft lighting, wooden furniture, plants tucked into corners. It’s the kind of place that tries to feel like home and almost succeeds. Even the name is cute, the kind you’d probably post on Instagram with a caption you’d later regret.

I’m here to meet a guy from Hinge.

We’d been talking for a while. He seemed… different. Which is rare, considering half the boys from DIIT are on that app and most of them blur into one personality.

I scan the room.

And then I freeze.

Oh no.

Why is he here?

Subh.

For a second, I feel that old, familiar pull—the one I used to mistake for something real. I used to like him. A lot. Until I realised he was too full of himself, too careless with people. That phase taught me something important: I prefer humble over charming.

I quickly look away, hoping he hasn’t noticed me.

I pull out my phone and type: Where are you? I’ve reached the café.

Across the room, Subh’s phone lights up.

He looks down at it. Then up. He starts scanning the café.

My stomach drops.

No way.

He’s my date.