It was the first day of college for Chahat and Myra.
They had been best friends since childhood, inseparable in every way… yet completely different, like the sky and the earth.
Chahat was the kind of girl whose beauty didn't try to attract attention… it simply did.
There was something soft and graceful about her presence that made people notice her without her even trying.
Her delicate features, expressive eyes, and calm demeanor carried a quiet innocence. She preferred simplicity over glamour, yet there was an undeniable elegance in the way she carried herself.
She was kind, selfless, and deeply emotional—someone who would hide her own pain just to protect someone else's happiness.
Her silence often spoke louder than words… and her heart loved far more than it should.
There was a softness in her that the world hadn't yet hardened.
💔 A girl who loved deeply… but perhaps too deeply.
On the other hand, Myra was her complete opposite.
She didn't wait to be noticed—she made sure the world looked at her.
The moment she stepped into a room, heads would turn automatically.
Her sharp features, perfectly shaped eyebrows, and confident gaze made her presence impossible to ignore.
There was a spark in her eyes—bold, fearless, and slightly rebellious.
She carried herself with elegance and confidence, as if she already knew she belonged to something bigger than this ordinary world.
Her stylish outfits, flawless makeup, and strong aura reflected one thing clearly—ambition.
Myra was bold, confident, and fiercely independent.
She believed in chasing her dreams, not waiting for them.
Unlike others, she never settled for less—she wanted everything life had to offer, and she wasn't afraid to fight for it.
She loved deeply…
but her ambition always came first.
For her, success wasn't just a dream… it was a necessity.
Soon, both the girls headed toward their respective classes.
Their paths separated—not just physically, but slowly, unknowingly… emotionally too.
Chahat had chosen Accounts, something she genuinely loved and felt comfortable with.
Meanwhile, Myra had chosen English Honours, as she was deeply interested in language, expression, and communication.
With different dreams in their eyes, they walked toward different directions.
Neither of them knew…
this day would change everything.
Chahat was walking through the corridor, trying to find her classroom.
She looked around nervously, holding her books close to her chest. Everything felt new… unfamiliar.
Just then, a group of senior boys appeared in front of her.
She hesitated for a moment, then gathered courage and asked softly,
"Excuse me… can you please tell me where the Accounts class is?"
One of the boys smirked.
"Yeah, we'll tell you…" he said lazily, "but before that, entertain us a little."
Chahat frowned slightly, confused. "What do you mean?"
Another boy stepped forward, crossing his arms.
"Means, madam… it's your first day in college. And it's our duty to rag you."
Her heart skipped a beat.
"This is wrong… please let me go," she said, her voice trembling.
But they didn't move.
Instead, one of them came closer, a disturbing smile on his face.
"Okay, fine… just give me a kiss," he said casually.
Chahat's eyes widened in shock.
She immediately tried to step back, but they had already surrounded her.
There was no way out.
Fear started building inside her.
"I said no… please let me go," she pleaded, her voice breaking.
But they only laughed.
One of them moved closer again, this time crossing the limit.
"If you won't kiss me…" he said, leaning in, "then I'll do it myself."
Before she could react, he pulled off her dupatta and threw it aside.
For a moment… everything froze.
Her confidence shattered instantly.
Her hands trembled, her breathing became uneven, and tears filled her eyes.
She felt exposed… helpless.
In that moment, she didn't feel like herself anymore… just a frightened girl surrounded by strangers.
The boy leaned closer, about to force himself on her—
But suddenly—
THUD!
A strong punch landed straight on his face.
He stumbled back instantly.
Everyone froze.
Standing there… was Aarav.
The most popular, rich, and undeniably handsome guy in the college.
Aarav had a personality that naturally drew attention.
Tall, well-built, and effortlessly charming, he carried himself with confidence.
His sharp jawline, intense eyes, and slightly serious expression gave him a mysterious aura.
But what stood out the most was his gaze—deep, observant… as if he could see through people.
He wasn't someone who spoke unnecessarily.
But when he did… people listened.
Calm, composed, and emotionally strong—Aarav believed in standing up for what was right.
And right now… he was furious.
Without saying a word, Aarav bent down, picked up Chahat's dupatta, and gently placed it over her shoulders.
"Are you okay?" he asked softly.
Chahat looked at him, still shaken, and nodded slightly.
Then Aarav turned toward the boys.
His expression changed completely.
"Is this what you call ragging?" he said coldly.
"If this was your sister instead of her… would you still do the same thing?"
The boys lowered their eyes in shame.
"No, right?" Aarav continued, his voice sharp.
"Then what gives you the right to treat someone else's daughter like this?"
Silence.
Fear replaced their arrogance.
Aarav stepped closer.
"If you don't want to ruin your year… apologize. Right now."
The boys immediately nodded.
One by one, they apologized to Chahat sincerely.
"Sorry…"
"We won't do it again…"
And then they quickly left.
Aarav handed Chahat a bottle of water.
"Relax," he said calmly. "They won't trouble you again."
Chahat held the bottle with trembling hands.
"Thank you… for helping me," she said softly.
Aarav gave a slight nod.
"First day?" he asked.
"Yes…"
"Which class?"
"Accounts…"
"I'll show you."
And without waiting for a reply, he walked beside her, guiding her to her classroom.
Meanwhile, Myra was confidently walking toward her class.
Her steps were firm, her posture straight—completely opposite of Chahat.
Just then—
Someone bumped into her.
Hard.
She lost her balance for a second.
"Hey! Watch where you're going!" she snapped.
The guy looked up from his phone.
And in that moment—
Their eyes met.
Who was he…?
And why did that one moment feel like the beginning of something unexpected?
To find out… stay with the story.