𝗠𝘆 𝗦𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿𝘀,

𝗜'𝗺 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗲𝘅𝗰𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗻𝗲𝘄𝘀 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘆𝗼𝘂!
𝗢𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘀 𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 "𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹 𝗔𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱" 𝗰𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗿𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 '𝗧𝗵𝗲𝗖𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗮𝗹𝗖𝗼𝗺𝗺𝘂𝗻𝗶𝘁𝘆'. 𝗪𝗲'𝗿𝗲 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗴𝗼𝗿𝗶𝗲𝘀!!

𝗜'𝗱 𝗮𝗹𝘀𝗼 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗰𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁, 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗼𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗜'𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝘁𝗮𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿.

𝗠𝘆 𝗴𝗼𝗮𝗹 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘂𝗽𝗹𝗼𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝘅𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 ➊⓿ 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝗳𝗼𝗹𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀, ➌⓿+ 𝘃𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 ➎⓿+ 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁𝘀.

𝗬𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝗿𝘁 𝗺𝗲𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗲, 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗲 𝗱𝗼𝗻'𝘁 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗴𝗲𝘁 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲. 𝗜 𝗮𝗽𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝗺𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘀𝗲𝗹𝘆!!!

★𝗙𝗜𝗥𝗦𝗧 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘★

★𝗧𝗛𝗜𝗥𝗗 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘★

𝕄𝕪 𝕕𝕖𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕤𝕥 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤,
𝕀'𝕞 𝕝𝕒𝕥𝕖 𝕒𝕘𝕒𝕚𝕟, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕀 𝕒𝕡𝕠𝕝𝕠𝕘𝕚𝕫𝕖 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕜𝕖𝕖𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕨𝕒𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝕋𝕙𝕒𝕟𝕜 𝕪𝕠𝕦 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕪𝕠𝕦𝕣 𝕡𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕖𝕟𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕟𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.
𝕀 𝕙𝕠𝕡𝕖 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕒𝕝𝕝 𝕕𝕠𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕨𝕖𝕝𝕝 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝕙𝕖𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕙𝕪.
𝕃𝕖𝕥'𝕤 𝔼𝕟𝕛𝕠𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕𝕚𝕟𝕘.

ⓌⓄⓇⒹ ⒸⓄⓊⓃⓉ - ➎➍➌➎
ⓅⓊⒷⓁⒾⓈⒽⒺⒹ ⓄⓃ - ➊➎/➊➋/➋➍

°{ 𝘽𝙖𝙘𝙠 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 }°

As Akansha recounted the past incidents, her anger bubbled to the surface. "That rotten moron!" she spat, delivering a sharp kick to her bike in frustration.

The realization of what she'd just done hit her instantly. She spun toward her bike, her expression softening with guilt.

"Oh, my sweetie, I'm so sorry, baby," she cooed, stroking the handlebar tenderly.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. It's all because of that jerk." She leaned down and kissed the bike's glossy surface, muttering one last apology before mounting it and riding off to work.

(Author : Yesa pyaar wo gareeb aadmi ko bhi kabhi karlo) (Sometimes show such love to that poor man also)

(Akansha : What? I didn't hear clearly, wish to say loudly?) (Author : Umm. Noo)

As she weaved through traffic, her thoughts turned dark. 'Should I kill him today?' The question lingered in her mind, her grip on the handlebars tightening.

But a second thought swiftly followed. 'No, not now. I've got more important tasks to handle. He's not worth my attention at this moment.'

Hours later, Akansha felt the pangs of hunger gnawing at her. She pulled out her phone to check the time and groaned in irritation.

"1 PM already? Ugh, I didn't think this would take so damn long," she muttered, slumping back against her seat.

Her frustration flared as she recalled the events of the morning.

"Seriously, what was wrong with those idiots? How could they not grasp something so simple? That's why I've never liked working with those annoying shit! But I'm stuck with no other option. Fuck!".

She fumed "And now, because of their incompetence, my plans for a home-cooked lunch and a quick nap are ruined. Ugh, just great."

Resigning herself to the situation, she sighed and muttered, "Well, I've got some time before I meet with that person. Might as well eat something in peace."

She tapped her chin thoughtfully. "If I remember correctly, there were some food vendors nearby. Let's park the bike and find something to eat."

Akansha parked her bike in a secure spot, a mischievous smirk playing on her lips. "Let someone try stealing it," she murmured to herself.

"They'll regret it soon enough once they trigger my little surprises." She chuckled at the thought, her mood lightening as she walked toward the food stalls.

(Author : Kya kiya hoga ye ladki ne) (What would this girl have done?)

As she browsed through the vendors, a reminder popped into her mind. 'Oh right, I need to grab a few personal items too.' She made a mental note to stop by a nearby store after eating.

"Guess I'll make it a casual stroll," she mused aloud. "Eating and shopping, all in one go. At least I'll get something out of this disastrous day."

Meanwhile, Daksh stood in front of Akansha's bike, a sly smile tugging at his lips, hands casually tucked into his coat pockets.

"Ah! So, my sweetheart's bike is here. How can she be so careless, parking it in such an unsafe spot?" he muttered, shaking his head in mock disapproval.

He glanced around, scanning the area. "But where has my beautiful tormentor wandered off to?" His eyes returned to the bike.

A smirk forming as he added, "Well, I should protect this beauty with my life, shouldn't I? Imagine if someone dared to steal it. My darling would be heartbroken. I can't let that happen. So, I should just..."

With exaggerated care, Daksh extended a hand toward the bike. Just as his fingertips brushed the handle, a sharp electric shock jolted him.
"Ow!" He recoiled, staring at the bike in disbelief.

(Editor : *To Author* Aab samjhe , kya kiya hai usne) (Now understand, what has she been done)

A moment later, laughter erupted from him, loud and unapologetic. "Wow! Wow! Amazing! My sweetheart is incredible! What a trap! I love it!" His grin widened, mischief dancing in his eyes.

Undeterred, Daksh reached out again, only to receive another jolt.

"Unbelievable! I used to think that just being near my darling gave me a 440-volt buzz, but now her bike is shocking me too? Marvelous! Just marvelous!"

(Editor : Kaisa pagal aadmi hai ye, pura short circuit) (What kind of mad man is he, completely short circuit)

Chuckling to himself, he stepped back, hands in his pockets once more. "Alright, my tormentor," he said with a playful glint, "let's find you. After all, I live for the torment you so lovingly dish out."

As he wandered in search of her, Daksh's mind lingered on the electrified bike. He smirked, thinking, 'My darling must be so shy. Setting traps like these? Clearly, she's always thinking of me but refuses to admit it.'

Picking up his pace, he muttered to himself, "I better hurry. She must be missing me terribly by now. Don't worry, my love-I'm on my way."

Moments later, his eyes landed on her. His lips curled into a triumphant smile.

"Ah, there she is. My beautiful tormentor." Without wasting a second, Daksh strode toward her, his excitement bubbling over.

As I walked away, savoring my food, that infuriating man appeared out of nowhere, his eyes glinting with amusement. "Darling, what's on the menu?" he asked, a smirk plastered across his face.

I spun around so quickly that I almost choked on my bite. My glare was sharp enough to cut steel, but he looked utterly unbothered.

I turned on my heel to leave, but his obnoxious voice followed me. "Tch! Tch! So sad. I wish I were in that food's place. Sigh... Sometimes you could try me too, you know."

(Author : Huhh.. flirty)

I rolled my eyes and kept walking, determined to ignore him. But of course, he wasn't done. He fell into step beside me, hands clasped behind his back, his tone mockingly polite. "Okay, fine. Just give me some of your 'prasad' (gift or blessing)." He extended his right hand with exaggerated innocence.

I stopped abruptly, handing him the food wrapper with a flourish. "Here. Take this." Then, I brushed my hands together and wiped my mouth with the handkerchief from my pocket, as if to cleanse myself of his nonsense. "Listen, I don't want to argue with you today. Just take this and leave me alone."

I resumed walking, certain he'd drop the wrapper and finally disappear. But out of the corner of my eye, I saw him slip the used wrapper into his pocket.

What the hell is wrong with him? Why the fuck would he do that? I had only given it to him to annoy him.

But he... I mean, who in their right mind keeps someone else's trash in their pocket? Didn't he find it disgusting-or at the very least unhygienic?

(Editor : He loves you, is that count on unhygienic?)

Then it hit me. Of course, this wasn't even the craziest thing he'd done. This was the same man who once treated my dirty shoes like they were some kind of prized possession. His level of insanity had no bounds. He thrived on driving me crazy.

Well, fine, I thought bitterly. If he wants to act insane, I'll have to out-crazy him.
But to my dismay, he wasn't leaving.

Instead, he kept following me, spouting ridiculous nonsense, clearly trying to rile me up.

"Seriously," I muttered under my breath, "Why does he always show up to ruin my day? I swear he must've done a PhD in shamelessness."

As we walked, his voice broke through my thoughts. "Hey, darling, why do you always get so angry? You should learn from your friend, 'Little Shree.' She's sooo sweet and kind."

(Editor : *Calls Handsome Uncle* Hello, Don't be jealous but someone likes to Call Shreeja as 'Little Shree')

I stopped dead in my tracks, anger flaring like wildfire. I turned to face him, my eyes blazing. "Don't you dare mention my friend's name. Don't even think about it. You're just pretending to be friends with her. Stop this ridiculous act before you regret it."

My voice was firm, sharp, and unwavering. But instead of taking me seriously, he dramatically clutched his chest, pretending to be heartbroken.

"Oh, my dear, how could you say that? She's my one and only friend, and now you want to take her away from me too? Sob, sob... poor me!"

(Author : Dramebazz)

I shot him a glare that could melt glaciers and kept walking. But he wasn't done tormenting me. "Aww, Little Shree is so nice," he said loudly. "She even promised to help me."

I stopped again, narrowing my eyes at him. "What? What did you mean by that?"

He hesitated, fidgeting with his leg like a guilty child. "Um... nothing."

My glare intensified, and he finally cracked. "Alright, alright! If you're so curious, I'll tell you. She said she'd help me win your heart."

I let out a dry laugh. "And you think I'll believe that nonsense? I don't trust you one bit. Leave. Me. Alone."

But he, being the insufferable person he was, clasped his hands together as if praying. "Sob, sob... my darling doesn't trust me. But I swear on my life, it's the truth. How can I lie to my darling?"

(Author : Are you telling truth?)

(Daksh : Obviously, cause my Life is My Gorgeous Tormentor)

(Editor : Baatein banana to koi isse sikhe) (Someone should learn to make things from him)

Before I could respond, he interrupted with an exaggerated gasp. "Wait! You don't believe me, right? Fine, I'll call her right now."

He pulled out his phone, dramatically pressing buttons as if to prove his sincerity.

Moments later, the call connected, and a familiar voice answered on the other end.

Daksh leaned in, so close I could feel his breath against my ear, and spoke into the phone in a slow, deliberate tone. "Hello, My Little Sweetie," he said, his voice dripping with mock affection.

His bold, calculated tone sent a fresh wave of irritation through me. This man wasn't just infuriating-he was a complete menace.

From the other side of the phone, Shree's cheerful voice rang out. "Yes, hiii Daksh! How are you? Why did you call me now?"

Daksh's voice shifted, dripping with sweetness. "Nothing much, sweetie. I just wanted to talk to you."

He paused dramatically, glancing at me with a pitiful expression that only fueled my irritation, and then continued in a deliberately sorrowful tone.
"You know, I'm feeling so lonely... so alone. That's why I called you. You don't mind, right? But if you're busy, I can cut the call."

Shree's voice softened with concern. "No, Daksh, it's alright. I'm busy with work, but not so much that I can't spare a few minutes to talk to you. And don't say that you're alone. I'm here for you, right? I'm your friend. If you need me, I'll always be there for you."

Hearing her words, a fresh wave of anger surged through me. Why is she being so nice to this idiot? I glared at Daksh, whose expression immediately shifted into a nasty, triumphant grin.
He feigned hesitation, his tone carefully calculated. "Um... I mean..."

Shree, ever the concerned friend, quickly responded. "What happened? Do you want to tell me something? Don't hesitate, Daksh. Feel free to share."

He took a deep breath, dragging out the moment, and finally said, "I mean... I had a doubt."

Shree sounded curious. "A doubt? About what?"

With deliberate slowness, he asked, "Will you really help me get into a relationship with your friend?"

Without missing a beat, Shree replied, "Yes, Daksh, that's what I said! I'll definitely help you, don't worry."

The second those words left her mouth, Daksh shot me a smirk so smug it made my blood boil.

I didn't wait for even a second longer-I spun on my heel and stormed off, my steps quick and sharp.

HOW DARE HE?

My thoughts raced furiously as I marched away. How dare he weasel his way into my Shree's life like this? I clenched my fists, seething.

He's obviously manipulating her. She's too kind, too trusting-of course, she'd fall for his little act.

But now he's crossed the line. Not only is he trying to befriend her, but he's also using her to get closer to me. What's his game? What's his end goal?

My jaw tightened as I kept walking. No. I won't let this happen. Shree is my friend-only mine.

Just like I've always cleared the path for us, I'll deal with this nuisance too.

(Editor : Woaaa so possessive)

(Author : No no, possessiveness comes next. First tell me What do you mean by 'cleared the path' ?)

Daksh might think he's clever, but he has no idea who he's dealing with.

Daksh's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. "Alright, sweetheart, I'm fully charged with your love. Time to say goodbye-for now," he said, punctuating his words with a wink and an infuriatingly over-the-top flying kiss.

I narrowed my eyes at him, torn between three options: relief that this insufferable moron would finally leave my sight, irritation at his unending nonsense, or outright laughter at his ridiculous words.

Naturally, the third option was off the table. Laugh? In front of him? Over my dead body.

(Editor : *murmured* Thori hasne se kya hi hoga, thori na tumhari daant khul ke gir jayegi ?)
(What will happen if you laugh a little, will your teeth fall apart?)

Instead, I rolled my eyes and shrugged. "Whatever," I muttered, stepping aside to lean against the wall of the footpath.

Pulling my phone from my pocket, I busied myself with checking some work notifications, determined to ignore him completely.

Even as I scrolled through my phone, I couldn't help but notice him out of the corner of my eye.

He was still standing there, pulling a small notepad from his pocket. My curiosity flickered for a brief moment as he began scribbling something.

What was he up to now? Then again, what did it matter? Let him write an entire novel for all I cared. Hmph! I returned my focus to the screen.

But, of course, he wasn't done. A moment later, he held out a piece of paper toward me, his irritating grin firmly in place.
"Here, sweetheart," he said, his tone saccharine enough to make my teeth ache.

"It's my number. Next time you miss me-because you will-you can call me anytime. I'm always free for my love. Or hey, if calling feels too much, a late-night message works too. I won't mind." He threw in a wink for good measure, as if his words hadn't already been nauseating enough.

I glared at him, my grip tightening around my phone. If I'd had even an ounce of magical power, he'd have been reduced to a pile of ashes right then and there.

This damn leech! I clenched my jaw, fighting the urge to snatch the paper from his hand and shove it right back into his grinning face.

No, Akansha, calm down. This is what he wants. He's provoking you on purpose.

Taking a deep breath, I straightened my posture, forcing myself to stay composed. You're smarter than this. Don't fall into his trap.

I shifted my gaze from him back to my phone, pretending he didn't exist. But, of course, he wasn't deterred. Keeping his hand outstretched, he spoke again in that obnoxiously flirty voice.

"Oh, my sexy beauty, no need to be shy in front of 'your man'. Just take it. I even wrote my social media ID, so you can follow me there too. And if you-"

(Author : Uska 'man' khud hi soch liya) (Her 'man', he thought of it himself)

Before he could finish another ridiculous word, I snatched the paper from his hand. He blinked, startled at first, before quickly recovering and putting on an exaggerated, faux-shy act.

"Oh, you're getting so naughty, darling," he said, his voice dripping with fake modesty. "I can understand-you were so eager to take it, you just couldn't wait. But, ah, you didn't have to snatch it, you know. This must mean you love me too, right? You were just being shy this whole time. I know, I know, I'm also very-"

That was it. I couldn't take it anymore. Cutting him off mid-sentence, I threw the paper onto the road and ground it under my foot with a slow, deliberate motion.

My lips curled into a triumphant grin.
"This paper and you," I said, my voice cold and sharp, "both belong under my foot."
For a moment, his expression froze as if processing my words. Then, to my utter irritation, his face broke into an annoyingly calm smile.

He leaned in slightly and said in a low, deliberate tone, "Of course, I'd love to. See? You even know my thoughts. How can you still deny that you don't like me at all?"

I clenched my fists, my patience hanging by a thread. If I stayed any longer, I might actually lose my mind. Deciding it was better to leave than argue with someone as insufferable as him, I stomped away without another word.

Behind me, I heard him picking up the crumpled paper with almost reverent care. "Oh, my darling," he called out, his voice thick with mock sentiment.

"Thank you so much for this gift. Ah, my darling's foot has touched this paper-I'll treasure it forever! Two gifts in one day-I'm so thrilled! This just proves how much you really like me."

(Author : Hey Bhagwan *facepalm*) (Oh god)

I nearly stumbled. Seriously? That dirty paper? Not only did he pick it up, but he's saying he'll treasure it? My stomach churned. He's absolutely insane.

I quickened my pace, expecting him to follow me, but to my relief, he didn't. Still, I could feel his intense gaze lingering on me from afar. A strange shiver ran down my spine, one I couldn't explain.

Reaching my bike, I took a deep breath to calm myself. Yet, my thoughts were still swirling with frustration.

How could Shree even be friends with him? How could she promise to help him?
My grip on the handlebars tightened.

No way. I won't let this happen. I don't know how he wormed his way into her life, but that ends now.

From the beginning, Shreeja was only my friend, and she'll always stay that way. I'll protect her from him at all costs.

(Editor : Ok ok calm down mommy)

As I rode away, the cool wind brushing against my face, memories of my childhood suddenly surfaced.

I thought about the day Shreeja and I became friends-or rather, the day I made her my friend.

A small smile tugged at my lips at the memory, softening the tension in my chest.

°{ 𝙁𝙡𝙖𝙨𝙝𝙗𝙖𝙘𝙠 }°
𝐄𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐘𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐀𝐠𝐨 ...

Six-year-old Akansha was determined to go to the neighborhood park that evening. She begged her mother, Aarushi, who hesitated.

Tomorrow was Akansha's exam, and Aarushi knew that taking her to the park would make it impossible to get her to return home.

Their mansion had a beautiful garden of its own, but Akansha wouldn't be swayed.

Tears streamed down her cheeks as she lay on the floor, sobbing. Aarushi, unable to stand seeing her daughter so upset, finally gave in. "Alright, we'll go to the park-but only for one hours," she said.

Aarushi asked Akash, her son, if he wanted to join them, but he declined.
At the park, Aarushi sat with the other mothers, laughing and chatting.

She was known for her gentle, kind nature, her beauty drawing admiration from everyone in the neighborhood. The other women adored her.

Meanwhile, Akansha ran off to play. She was always curious, always full of energy, but today her focus was sharp.

As Akansha darted from one group of children to another, she noticed a little girl sitting alone on a bench, quietly eating and sharing her food with a cat.

(Editor : *To Author* Who is she?)

(Author : You'll see)

The girl's presence was calm, almost ethereal, and there was something about her quiet confidence that drew Akansha's attention.

Intrigued, Akansha hesitated for a moment before the other children invited her to play with them. She nodded and joined in, her curiosity momentarily forgotten.

As they played, the ball rolled away again. It was Akansha's turn to fetch it. Normally, she wouldn't bother, but today, her mood was unusually light.

She skipped toward the ball, her laughter mingling with the sound of the breeze.

As she walked to retrieve the ball, she saw the same cat from the bench. Instinctively, her gaze followed the cat's movement, and soon she noticed two boys chasing it, throwing stones.

Akansha's laughter faded, replaced by a surge of anger.

Without a second thought, the girl from the bench stood up, marched toward the boys, and confronted them.

She grabbed a stone and threw it back at them, her voice sharp and unwavering as she scolded them.

The boys hesitated, their smug expressions faltering as the girl slapped one of them hard on the head.

Akansha stood frozen, watching the girl, she was so confident and composed, was nothing like the other kids. There was something about her-something fierce and unapologetic.

Akansha's eyes sparkled with determination as she ran after the girl. Grabbing her hand, she exclaimed with all the confidence in the world, "Be my best friend!"

(Editor : Ayeeiiinnn??? *Dumbfounded*)

(Author : *Giggle*)

The girl froze, startled by the sudden declaration. "No," she said curtly, trying to tug her hand free. But Akansha wasn't one to give up so easily.

(Editor : Without hesitation, straight rejection )

"I'm not letting you go until you say yes!" Akansha declared, her grip tightening.
The girl sighed in exasperation, "Why would I? I don't even know you." She pulled her hand back and tried to walk away, but Akansha followed, undeterred.

"I'm Akansha Gaur Deshmukh," Akansha began proudly, launching into a full-blown introduction about herself-her family, her favorite color, her hobbies-everything.

The girl frowned, clearly annoyed, but Akansha kept talking, her words spilling out like an unstoppable flood.

Eventually, the girl stopped in her tracks, groaning. "Fine! Fine, I'll be your best friend, just stop following me!"

Akansha beamed with triumph. "Yay! I knew you'd say yes!" she cheered. "So, what's your name?"

"Shreeja," the girl muttered, still annoyed but unable to shake off the determined little hurricane that was Akansha.

Akansha's happiness knew no bounds. She immediately grabbed Shreeja's hand and dragged her toward Aarushi.

"Mama, meet my new best friend, Shreeja!" she announced, her voice brimming with pride. "And I'm taking her to our mansion today!"

Shreeja's eyes widened. "Wait, what? No!" she protested. "My mom won't like it."

Before Akansha could argue, a woman approached them-Shreeja's mother, Sailaja. She had been at a nearby store, leaving Shreeja to play alone for a while.

As Sailaja neared, Akansha placed her hands firmly on her hips, her expression serious and commanding. "My name is Akansha Gaur Deshmukh, and Shreeja is now my best friend! I'm taking her home with me today!"

(Editor : Oh god *laugh*)

Sailaja blinked in surprise, momentarily stunned by Akansha's boldness. She glanced at her daughter, thinking, Shreeja? Making a friend? That's... unexpected. She's never been the sociable type, and now she has a best friend?

Sailaja smiled politely and said, "That's very sweet of you, Akansha, but I'm afraid that won't be possible today. Shreeja has an exam tomorrow and needs to study."

Akansha's jaw dropped, her face the picture of disbelief. "What?! But... but we're best friends now! She has to come with me!"

Sailaja opened her mouth to respond, but Aarushi stepped in with her usual calm demeanor. "Sweetheart," she said, crouching to Akansha's level, "you have an exam tomorrow too, remember? Let her go home today, and she can visit us another time."

Sailaja nodded in agreement. "Yes, Akansha. Shreeja can visit another day. I promise."

Hearing her mother's words, Shreeja couldn't hide her relief. She didn't have to go with this strange, overly clingy girl.

'Best friend?' Shreeja thought with a roll of her eyes. That's a joke. She couldn't stand Akansha's energy or her incessant chatter.

(Editor : Dono bade ho kar pura ulta character ka ho geye hai) (Both of them have grown up and become completely opposite characters.)

The thought of even seeing her again was dreadful, let alone spending more time with her. If fate ever crossed their paths in the future, Shreeja was determined to avoid her at all costs.

But Akansha wasn't one to take no for an answer. Stubborn as ever, she dropped to the ground dramatically, wailing at the top of her lungs. "If Shreeja doesn't come with me, I won't go home either!"

Aarushi sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead in exasperation. Sailaja, on the other hand, looked startled, glancing between her daughter and the crying tornado on the ground.

"Oh no, dear... Get up, why are you-?" Sailaja knelt to coax Akansha to her feet, but Akansha rolled away, sobbing louder.

Standing a few steps away, Shreeja crossed her arms and frowned. Why doesn't anyone see that she's faking it? Let her stay here on the ground and learn a lesson. Hmph!

Aarushi, however, had years of experience dealing with Akansha's theatrics. With an apologetic smile, she turned to Sailaja. "I'm so sorry for this. Would it be alright if Shreeja came with us for a little while? Akansha will calm down once she's home."

Sailaja hesitated for a moment, glancing at her daughter, who looked less than thrilled. Finally, she sighed. "Alright. I have some errands to run anyway. I'll pick her up from your home later."

The moment Sailaja agreed, Akansha's tears vanished like magic. She bolted upright, her face lighting up with glee.

"Reallyyy? YESSSSS!!" She leapt to her feet, dusting herself off as she bounced around excitedly. "I'm taking my best friend home! Everyone's going to be so jealous!"

Shreeja groaned inwardly, her annoyance evident. She shot her mother a pleading look, but Sailaja simply patted her head gently. "Go on, sweetie. Have fun with your friend. I'll come get you later."

Before Shreeja could protest, Akansha grabbed her hand and practically dragged her away, chattering nonstop about all the exciting things waiting for them at the Deshmukh mansion.

Shreeja trailed behind, her expression gloomy as Akansha's voice filled the air. She barely listened, occasionally nodding or humming in response, but Akansha didn't seem to notice-or care.

Despite Shreeja's reluctance, there was no escaping Akansha's relentless enthusiasm. And so, much to Shreeja's dismay, their unlikely friendship began that day-loud, chaotic, and entirely one-sided.

Of course, it goes without saying that this friendship will gradually grow stronger and unbreakable.

°{ 𝙋𝙧𝙚𝙨𝙚𝙣𝙩 }°

On the other side, chaos reigned inside a lavish yet dimly lit office. The sounds of smashing objects and enraged screams echoed through the room. Two guards stood stiffly outside the door, flinching at every crash and thud.

Inside, The First Unknown Person cloaked in fury raged at his subordinates, his voice thunderous and merciless.

"You useless fools! You can't even accomplish a single task right! Why?" His words lashed like a whip, filled with venom.
"I need a reason for this failure. Do I keep you here just to waste my money?"

He snatched a heavy paperweight from his desk and hurled it with terrifying force toward one of the men standing before him.

The object struck its target squarely in the eye with a sickening crunch. The man collapsed instantly, blood gushing from his eye socket.

The remaining men froze, paralyzed with fear. It was clear to everyone: he was dead.

The man's rage was unrelenting as he advanced on them, his dark eyes blazing with hatred. "The person I ordered you to kill is still alive, and yet you dare to breathe in my presence? Why?"
Heads bowed and trembling, no one dared meet his gaze.

"Speak!" he roared, his voice booming like a crack of thunder. "What's the current status? Tell me-NOW!"

One of them managed to stammer out, "B-boss, h-he's injured...from the accident."

"Injured?" His lips curled into a mocking sneer. "That's all? Just injured?"
With a sudden, chilling calmness, he pulled out a sleek black handgun.

Grabbing the trembling man by the neck, he forced the muzzle of the gun into his mouth.

"You had one job," he said, his tone now deathly quiet, the calm before the storm. "But instead, you aim high and fail miserably . Let me remind you, if he's not dead-" his finger tightened on the trigger-"Then you're dead."

A deafening BANG echoed through the room, silencing the man forever.

The remaining subordinates recoiled in terror, their breaths coming in panicked gasps.

But their nightmare wasn't over. One by one, he turned to them, his gun roaring with each pull of the trigger. No pleas for mercy reached his ears. No one was spared-except one.

Grabbing the sole survivor by the collar, he leaned in close, his voice a menacing growl. "Go. Tell everyone what happens when my orders aren't followed to the letter."

The trembling man nodded frantically before stumbling out of the room, his footsteps echoing in the long, cold hallway.

𝐒𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐝𝐚𝐲 ...

I was on my way to a place, grumbling internally, Damn, this work is exhausting. But then again, I love doing it. Shit!

To make things worse, my car isn't with me today. I miss my baby girl. "Waaa, Mommy misses you! Just wait until I get you back." Instead, I'm stuck driving this bulky, muscular car. Ugh, it's such a pain!

∆[ 𝙰𝚔𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚑𝚊'𝚜 𝚑𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚛 ]∆

As I stopped at a traffic signal, something caught my eye in the distance.

Narrowing my eyes to get a better look, I felt a sinister grin stretch across my face. Well, well, who do we have here?
It's none other than 'Ducksh Raita'.

(Author : Isne uska pura naam hi badal diya hai) (she changed his full name)

The sight of him sparked evil thoughts in my mind, and I couldn't help but let out a quiet, wicked cackle. Oh, Ducksh, my dear old nemesis. What a pleasant surprise.

My mind raced with deliciously wicked ideas. There he was-my prey-right in front of me. How could I let this golden opportunity slip away? When life hands you a leech, you crush it.

The signal turned green, but my vision turned red with fury. Today is the day, Ducksh. You've overstayed your welcome in this world of smugness. Hospital beds are calling your name.

I slammed my foot on the accelerator, gripping the steering wheel tightly. He was crossing the road from the other side, blissfully unaware of the chaos barreling his way. As the roar of the car reached his ears, his head snapped toward me.

His expression? Priceless. Wide-eyed, frozen, his muscles visibly locking up in shock. Perfect. Just where I want you. Without hesitation, I hit him. Hard. The impact echoed loudly, and his body crumpled like a rag doll before hitting the pavement.

I drove a little further and slowed the car, my heart pounding-not from guilt, but from exhilaration. A satisfied smirk tugged at my lips. Damn, that felt good!

I imagined the damage. His leg, for sure, must be shattered-judging by the sound
of that impact.

(Editor: mujhe lagta hai ye usko halke mein le rahi hai) (I think she is taking him lightly)

Ah, Ducksh Raita, how does it feel to be knocked off your high horse? For the first time in a while, I felt genuinely content.

That smug smirk of yours? Consider it erased.
I glanced through the rearview mirror, and..............

WHATT THEE HELLLL??

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