The boy Myra collided with… was none other than Aarav.
The moment Aarav saw her for the first time, everything around him seemed to pause.
His eyes stayed fixed on her, as if he had forgotten how to look away.
There was something about her.
Something different.
Something… irresistible.
He couldn't explain it, but whatever it was—
it pulled him toward her instantly.
Because of the sudden collision, Myra lost her balance and fell to the floor.
For a second, Aarav snapped out of his thoughts and immediately bent forward, extending his hand to help her up.
But before he could say anything—
Myra looked straight into his eyes, her expression filled with anger and attitude.
"I can help myself," she said sharply.
Without taking his hand, she stood up on her own, brushing off the dust from her outfit.
Then she looked at him again, slightly annoyed.
"Stupid."
And just like that, she walked away without even turning back.
Aarav stood there, completely stunned.
Not because she insulted him—
but because she ignored him.
And somehow… that's exactly what made her unforgettable.
Just then, Aarav's friends walked up to him from behind.
They had seen everything.
One of them placed his arm around Aarav's shoulder and smirked.
"Well well… what was that, bro?" he teased.
"Since when do you blush like this?"
Another friend laughed.
"Seriously, what just happened? You looked completely lost!"
Aarav was still staring in the direction Myra had walked away.
Then a slow smile appeared on his face.
"Man…" he said softly, almost to himself,
"you'll understand when you fall in love."
His friends exchanged looks and burst into laughter.
"Oh really?" one of them said. "Love? That fast?"
Aarav chuckled.
"Till today, every girl who looked at me… ended up having a crush on me," he said confidently.
"But she…"
He paused for a second.
"She didn't even care."
There was something different in his voice now.
"And that's exactly what I liked about her."
His friends started teasing him even more.
"Looks like our hero is gone!"
"First time someone ignored you and you're already in love?"
"This is interesting…"
Aarav just smiled, still lost in his thoughts.
For the first time in his life…
someone didn't fall for him—
and somehow, he had already fallen for her.
A new beginning had just started…
but none of them knew where it would lead.
✨ To find out what happens next… stay with the story.After college ended, Chahat and Myra walked home together.
Myra sighed dramatically. "What a terrible day! That stupid guy completely ruined my mood."
Chahat looked at her curiously. "What happened?"
Myra explained how she had collided with a boy who kept staring at her like an idiot. "And the worst part? He was smiling!"
Chahat blinked in surprise. "That's strange… A boy actually helped me today."
She then told Myra about the senior who saved her from ragging.
Neither of them realized…
they were talking about the same person.
Fate had already started playing its game.
To cheer Myra up, Chahat took her home and cooked her favorite — gajar ka halwa( Indian dessert).
The sweet aroma filled the house.
Myra took one bite and closed her eyes. "Okay… I forgive today. This is amazing."
Just then, Chahat's mother teased, "Myra beta, you should learn cooking too. How long will you depend on others?"
The words hit harder than intended.
Myra's smile faded. She quietly kept the bowl aside and walked out.
Chahat immediately ran after her. "I'm sorry… Mom didn't mean it like that."
Myra's eyes looked determined, almost fierce.
"You know me, Chahat. I don't dream of running a house or cooking in a kitchen. I want to be a model. I want my name on billboards. I want my family to be proud of me."
For a moment, there was silence.
Then Chahat hugged her tightly.
"My Myru… whether the world supports you or not, I always will."
And in that hug lived a promise stronger than destiny.
The next day at college, Chahat gathered courage and searched for Aarav.
When she finally saw him, her heartbeat quickened.
"Excuse me…" she said softly. "You helped me yesterday. I just wanted to say thank you."
Aarav smiled gently. "It's okay. Anyone would have done the same."
He extended his hand. "I'm Aarav. And you are?"
"Chahat."
He repeated her name slowly. "It's beautiful."
Her cheeks turned pink.
Then his voice turned serious. "Next time, if someone troubles you, don't stay silent. Don't be afraid to raise your voice."
And just like that, he walked away.
But something had begun inside Chahat's heart.
Was it admiration?
Or was it love?
Meanwhile, Aarav once again bumped into Myra.
This time, before she could fall, he caught her in his arms.
For a second, time froze.
"Do you have a habit of crashing into people?" Myra snapped.
Aarav smirked. "Well, you seem to have a habit of falling."
She rolled her eyes. "Talking to you is pointless."
And she left.
But Aarav's smile didn't fade.
Later that day, Aarav entered Myra's classroom to make an announcement.
For a brief moment, his eyes searched only for her.
"Attention everyone," he said. "Our college Freshers' Party is coming up. Those interested can register."
Myra's eyes sparkled instantly.
Modeling stage. Spotlight. Crowd.
This was her world.
She turned to Chahat. "You're participating too."
Chahat hesitated. "I don't think—"
"If you don't, I won't either."
Chahat sighed and smiled. "Fine. Only for you."
Myra hugged her excitedly.
When they went to register, Myra wrote her name confidently.
Chahat softly said, "Chahat."
Aarav looked at both of them carefully.
"You two are friends?"
Before Chahat could answer, Myra replied boldly, "Best friends since childhood. Any problem?"
Aarav chuckled. "Interesting. You're so different. One is fire… the other is calm."
And that difference caught his attention.
The theme of the contest was Romeo and Juliet.
Chahat was selected as Juliet.
Aarav as Romeo.
And Myra chose modeling as her event.
Now destiny had created a stage where love, friendship, and fate would collide.
But the biggest question still remained—
What did Aarav truly see in Myra?
And why did his heart refuse to look at the girl who already loved him?
To uncover his secret… stay with the story.