Trapped between two heart

Three hearts.

Two guns.

One impossible choice.

But… protection or possession?

An innocent girl was running… and four guys were chasing her.

Well… that innocent girl is me.

You're probably wondering why anyone would chase a girl as innocent as me?

Because…

FLASHBACK.

"Every college has a joker, and in mine, it's Aryan. Rich dad's spoiled kid, handsome, stylish hair… but—but… fake hair! Poor guy, a victim of hair fall. 😂

By the way, there was no shortage of girls blindly in love with him in college. Why wouldn't there be? He was the second-most handsome guy in college… but not anymore.

Because his without-wig video just went viral.

And the one who made it go viral? No one else… all and only—Maira Deshmukh."

Anyway… enough about that hairless hero. 😂

Back to the real problem…

Four guys were still chasing me."

I looked behind me.

"Seriously? They're still coming?"

I ran faster.

"Maira! Stop!" someone shouted behind me.

"Yeah, sure! Let me just stop so you can kill me!" I shouted back.

"Oh shit… they caught me."

I froze for a second, then suddenly shouted, "Hello, sir!"

The moment they got distracted, I took my chance and ran. 😂

"Oh gosh… not again."

They caught me.

Four guys surrounded me, and Aryan stepped forward.

"You think this is funny?" he said angrily.

I looked around, slowly pointed behind him, and said, "Sir... sir is behind you."

Aryan rolled his eyes. "Do you really think we're fools?"

I went quiet for a second, then loudly said, "Hello, sir!"

He turned back — but this time... there really was a sir.

What..?

A few minutes later, we were all standing in front of the Principal.

We were all standing in the Principal's office.

Before the Principal could even say anything, Aryan's greenty mode was already ON.

But honestly, when it comes to drama, can anyone really beat me? 😅

A little later, our families were called to the college.

A lawyer arrived from Aryan's house.

Aryan looked at me with a smug smile.

"Maira, you're so done."

I was just about to give him a piece of my mind, but before I could say anything-

CLICK.

The office door opened.

And in walked…

IPS Officer Mr. Samir.

Honestly, I could go on about Samir forever.

Honest. Handsome. Smart. Responsible.

Seriously… 10/10.

Samir walked straight toward me.

He looked at the Principal and politely said, "Hello, sir. I'm her guardian.

"The Principal said nervously, "Mr. Samir…"

He looked at me with a fake smile.

"Maira… why didn't you tell me that you know Mr. Samir?"

I blinked.

"Umm…"

I looked at Samir, then back at the Principal.

"I… forgot?" 😅

The Principal just stared at me.

I gave him my most innocent smile.

Aryan looked at the Principal, then at Samir.

"Wait… who is he?"

Before anyone could answer, Aryan's lawyer leaned toward him and quietly explained who Samir was.

Aryan raised an eyebrow.

"So? He's just a police officer, right?"

His lawyer immediately looked at him.

"Just a police officer?"

Aryan scoffed.

"So what? In front of my dad, he's nothing."

Aryan scoffed.

"So what? In front of my dad, he's nothing."

Suddenly, a voice came from behind him.

"Shut up, Aryan."

Aryan froze.

His father stepped forward and politely greeted Samir.

"Hello, Mr. Samir."

Aryan looked at his father, confused.

"Why are you showing him so much respect, Dad?"

His father gave him a sharp look.

"Enough."

Aryan immediately went quiet.

But only for a second.

Then… his greenty mode was back ON.

He nervously turned toward Samir.

"Mr. Samir… this isn't my fault. Maira started everything."She made my without-wig video go viral. That's a crime! I hope you'll give me justice, right, Mr. Samir?

I looked at Aryan.

"Oh, hello, Mr. Greenty." 😒

"What do you mean, it's my fault?"

I folded my arms.

"You just told everyone that I made the video. Fine."

I smiled.

"But can you please tell everyone why I made it?" 😌

I looked at Aryan.

"What happened? Nothing to say?"

Aryan suddenly went quiet.

Before I could say anything else, his father stepped in.

"Maira, I think this is all just a misunderstanding."

He gave a polite smile.

"I think we should just end this matter here."

Samir finally spoke.

"A misunderstanding? Then perhaps you could explain it to me. What exactly was the misunderstanding?"

Aryan's father went silent.

Samir looked at him calmly.

"If you don't know the whole story, please don't speak in the middle of it."

The room went quiet.

Then Samir turned to me.

"Maira, tell me exactly what happened."

I took a breath.

Finally. My turn. 😌

I pointed at Aryan.

"I made that video because he keeps bothering juniors and thinks he can treat everyone however he wants."

I paused and looked at him.

"And the way he behaves with girls? Seriously, someone needed to teach him a lesson."

Aryan immediately tried to interrupt.

"But—"

"I'm not done." 😑

I looked back at Samir.

"So yes, I made the video. I know it was wrong to post it. But he had made a video of my best friend and was blackmailing him."

The Principal suddenly looked shocked.

"How dare you make a video of a girl and—"

He paused, looking confused.

"Him…?"

Then he looked at me.

"Maira, I think you mean 'her,' right?"

I stared at him.

"No, sir. I mean him. He's a boy."

The entire room went silent.

Everyone looked at me.

"A boy?"

I nodded.

"Yes. A boy."

I looked at Aryan.

"And that's exactly how this whole mess started."

I took a breath.

"My best friend is Bengali, and he loves traditional Bengali dance. He's actually really good at it."

I pointed at Aryan.

"But somehow, Mr. Greenty over here got his hands on one of his dance videos."

Aryan looked away.

"And then he started blackmailing him."

I folded my arms.

"He told my friend that if he didn't start doing whatever Aryan wanted—basically becoming his personal servant—he'd send the video to everyone."

I shook my head.

"And for what? Because some people still think certain dances are only for girls?"

I looked at Samir.

"My friend loves that dance. There's nothing wrong with a boy enjoying traditional dance."

I turned back to Aryan.

"But instead of leaving him alone, he kept making fun of him, calling him 'gay' just to embarrass him."

I rolled my eyes.

"As if someone's dance decides their sexuality."

I paused.

"So yeah… I got involved."

I looked at Aryan.

"So I just wanted him to understand how it feels when someone makes fun of something personal to you."

I paused for a moment.

"And just to be clear, I never uploaded his video."

Everyone looked at me.

"I only hacked his phone and, with a little help from my friends, made him think I had uploaded it."

I shrugged.

"That's it."

Samir gave a small, proud smile.

"I think the misunderstanding is clear now."

He looked at me.

"Come on, Maira. Let's go."

He gently took my hand and led me out of the office.

I followed him quietly.

The moment I reached home, I barely had time to take off my shoes.

WHOOSH!

My mom's slipper came flying straight at me.

I ducked just in time.

I looked at the slipper lying on the floor and sighed.

"Anything is possible in this world… but my mom's slipper missing its target? That's impossible." 😂

Oh… puran poli.

Perfect.

I was about to sit down and eat when—

SMACK!

Mom hit my arm.

"Wash your hands first!"

I looked at her.

Before I could even touch the food, she started lecturing me.

"What was the need to get involved in someone else's matter? What would you have done if Samir hadn't come? What if the college had suspended you?"

Before she could continue, I quickly stuffed a piece of puran poli into her mouth.

"Here, Mom. Eat."

She stared at me in shock.

Then suddenly—

"Did you even wash your hands?!"

I froze.

"…Oh."

I immediately ran to wash my hands.

A moment later, Samir walked in to wash his hands too.

I looked at him.

"By the way… I looked pretty cool back there, right?"

He looked at me.

"Yes, of course."

I smiled proudly.

Then—

He lightly tapped me on the head.

"Ow! Why did you hit me?"

He said nothing and quietly went back to washing his hands.

Just then, I spotted Uncle walking toward us.

Perfect.

I immediately ran to him.

"Uncle! Look what Samir did!"

I started complaining about him.

Behind me, Samir just smiled, watching my childish drama.

From the kitchen, Mom called out,

"Okay, enough! Everyone, come eat!"

We all gathered around the dining table.

For a while, everything was normal again.

We joked, argued, stole food from each other's plates, and laughed like the whole college incident had never happened.

Later that night, Samir quietly checked whether everyone had gone to sleep.

Then he noticed me.

Still awake.

Still on my phone.

He walked over and took my phone from my hand.

I looked up at him.

"Hey!"

He simply said,

"Go to sleep."

And walked away with my phone.

I stared after him.

"Unbelievable…"

A few minutes later, Samir entered his room and closed the door.

His expression changed completely.

He picked up his phone and called an officer he worked with.

"I want the investigation into Aryan's father's company started tonight."

He paused.

"Follow the proper legal procedure. Get the necessary authorization and search for anything connected to the case."

His voice was calm.

But serious.

"Keep me updated."

He ended the call.

Later That Night…

A dark room.

No lights.

No sound.

Aryan and his father sat on the floor.

Aryan looked badly beaten, barely able to sit.

In front of them, a mysterious man sat silently.

His face was hidden in the dark.

Aryan's father looked at him and begged,

"Please… let us go. Please."

Aryan stayed quiet, terrified.

The man said nothing.

He simply raised his hand.

His right-hand man stepped forward and showed them a video.

Their company.

Burning.

Aryan and his father stared at the screen, tears filling their eyes.

The mysterious man stood up and walked away.