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The atmosphere exuded tranquility and calmness. It was a peaceful morning, with the sun radiating warmth, birds singing merrily, and students rushing to their classrooms, eager for the day's lessons. However, in the midst of all the hustle and bustle, the principal's office remained a quiet sanctuary. The only sounds were the hum of the air conditioning and the rustle of paper.

The principal occupied the main chair, wearing a smile as a man in his forties signed important documents in front of him. But what drew attention was the girl sitting next to him. With her innocent navy blue eyes roaming around the office, she appeared naive but far from foolish. A guitar bag rested loosely on one shoulder, while her school bag hung on the other. Her hair was neatly tied back in a ponytail, with curtain bangs framing her face and brushing against her chubby cheeks like gentle ocean waves.

Her school uniform was properly ironed and tidy. Her expression radiated innocence, devoid of any malice or wrongdoing. It wasn't that she was unaware of the world; rather, she had been nurtured like a delicate flower wrapped in silk by her family. She was, in every sense, a princess.

"We're thrilled to have you back, Akshita. The faculty is eager to welcome our top student again," the principal announced, which brought a smile to the man's face-her father, perhaps her protector.

"Thank you, sir. I'm delighted to be back," she replied softly, her voice a soothing melody that filled the room-so calm, so serene, so innocent.

When she was in seventh grade, her family relocated to Delhi for business, leading her to leave the school, but now she had returned, ready to start a new chapter.

"Here are your important documents and your pass for music classes," the principal said, handing her the ID cards and paperwork as her eyes sparkled at the mention of the music pass. Music was everything to her. It wasn't just a hobby; it was a passion. Her love for it was beyond words, serving as her refuge in dark times, her solace amidst cruelty.

"Thank you, sir. I should head to my classes now," she said politely, and the principal nodded with a smile. She stood up, adjusted her bags, and clutched the important documents, preparing to leave. But her father's voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Laddoo, you'll manage on your own, right?" he asked, concern lacing his tone. Though he was a formidable figure in the business and mafia worlds, he transformed in front of his family-especially for his princess, his little child. Yet, he couldn't shake the unsettling feeling that something was about to change forever.

"Yes, Baba. Your Laddoo is strong enough to handle it," she replied in a soft, feather-like voice. He stepped closer, brushing a few baby hairs from her face and kissing her forehead before stepping back. The principal smiled at their bond as she exited the office.

Her father motioned for the principal to keep an eye on her. The principal nodded in quiet acknowledgment before they both left the cabin.

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The classroom buzzed with the chatter and playful teasing of students. Some were playing and laughing, while others whispered among themselves. Amidst the chaos, there was a quiet corner where a boy rested against the bench, with a girl leaning on him.

Another boy nearby munched on chips, joking and teasing the couple. Amidst it all stood one boy, his muscular chest just enough to catch the attention of any girl. He had a clean-shaven face and eyes that exuded warmth and confidence. His hair was slightly tousled, and everything about him seemed flawlessly perfect.

"Why are you being so clingy?" the boy asked while munching on chips, to which the couple rolled their eyes. He was none other than Ishaan Raichand, the goofy boy.

"It's not our fault you can't handle it," the girl laughed, while Ishaan sulked. She was Vedika Goenka, the class's fierce girl.

"It'd be better if you got yourself a girlfriend," the other boy, teased. He was Siddharth Rajvansh with an enigmatic presence.

"Well, you're lucky your girlfriend doesn't have a female best friend. Otherwise, you'd understand better," Ishaan quipped with a smirk.

"But she doesn't have a right," Siddharth shot back, maintaining the same teasing tone.

"Come on, guys, I have one, and trust me, if she shows up, Sid, forget about even touching me. Pray she's not around, or you'll really find out..." Vedika said, rolling her eyes, her powerful aura undeniable. But then a familiar voice broke through their banter-one that only Vedika recognized.

"Who said I'm not here?" came a calm, soothing voice that could calm anyone's racing heart. That melodious voice had captured the heart of one boy like no one else ever could.

Because she was the one.

The only one.

Everyone's attention was drawn to the voice that resonated like a melody, captivating not just their minds but their hearts as well.

It was something untainted.

Something pure.

Something truly innocent.

That was her voice, but it represented more than that. She embodied innocence, yet she was not fragile. She understood her worth and how to stand up for herself.

The way she wielded her innocence was compelling. She was a spirit enveloped in melody.

"Akshuu..." a soft whisper escaped from Vedika's lips, her eyes widening in disbelief. Siddharth, on the other hand, recognized her immediately-his love's best friend.

She was Akshita.

Akshita RaiSinghania.

Whose world revolves around three things, family friends and music.

Akshita was just a few feet away, a guitar bag casually slung over one shoulder and her school bag on the other. Her eyes radiated warmth and affection, while her demeanor exuded kindness.

But what drew attention most were her night-blue eyes, shining like a dark sky filled with twinkling stars, serving as armor against the night. Those eyes possessed a warmth capable of melting anyone's heart, mixed with a little mischief, some trouble, and a lot of love.

Akshita bent down to set her guitar and school bag on the bench. In an instant, she sprinted toward Vedika, enveloping her in a bone-crushing hug. Vedika returned it, reveling in the comforting presence of her best friend after such a long time.

Yet, amidst the crowd, one person stood frozen. His heart felt as though it had either stopped or was beating in a way he couldn't understand. It was as if she had taken his soul with her-something irreplaceable. He was mesmerized, not just by her beauty but by her essence.

Her essence.

It was her innocence that pulled him in.

It felt as if she had taken him along with her.

It wasn't coincidence or deliberate; it felt like a fate that had already been written.

In their destiny.

"When did you arrive, especially here at school?" Vedika asked gently as she broke the embrace, while Akshita smiled back.

"I'm here now, Vedika. We've come back," Akshita replied, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"What? You joined and didn't bother to let me know?" Vedika questioned, a hint of disappointment in her voice.

"If I had told you, it wouldn't have been a surprise, would it?" Akshita teased, and Vedika shook her head at her playful demeanor.

"You never change," she muttered, still shaking her head as Akshita giggled at her annoyance after five long years.

"Come on, are you just going to sulk, or will you introduce me to your friends?" Akshita playfully nudged Vedika, feeling the stares of others.

"Okay, I'll introduce you," Vedika said, turning towards the boys who had been watching them.

"Akshu, meet Siddharth, the love of my life," Vedika announced, her smile broadening.

"Hi, Akshita. She talks a lot about you," Siddharth said, extending his hand for a handshake. Instead, Akshita glared at him, crossing her arms and tapping her boots rhythmically on the floor.

"So, you're the one who stole my best friend's heart?" Akshita asked, her tone both teasing and somewhat intimidating.

"Yes, I did capture her heart," Siddharth replied, scratching the back of his neck as his ears turned red.

"You know, you've committed a crime. If you hadn't been here today, she would have been my girlfriend. You're practically a third wheel, Mr. Siddharth," Akshita joked, giving him a cute glare that elicited a chuckle from him.

Vedika's eyes widened in disbelief as she listened to her best friend, finding her words absurd.

"Akshu, stop that! You're making me sound like a lesbian," Vedika said, causing Akshita to frown.

"I'm just saying, it's not like you haven't kissed me back in third grade," Akshita replied with a shrug, causing Vedika to blush in embarrassment.

A laugh tore from his mouth, catching Akshita's attention. When she looked, she found him staring at her with honey-brown eyes.

They felt a connection.

Her night-blue eyes met his, and in that instant, the world around them faded away. It was their moment. She admired the neatness of his tousled hair and the warmth in his eyes that seemed to radiate just for her.

He observed the way her bangs fell softly over her forehead and how her cheeks moved when she spoke. He noticed every little detail about her from the moment she arrived.

Their eyes communicated as words failed them.

Suddenly, a cough shattered the silence. It was Ivaan, interrupting their moment. While nobody else seemed to notice, they were both acutely aware of each other. It felt less like a first encounter and more like a destined meeting.

"Hello, I'm Ivaan Raichand," he said proudly, extending his hand. Akshita accepted it but shot him a sideways glance.

Siddharth nudged him to greet her properly, but he just glared back at him, choosing to remain distant. Frustrated, Siddharth let it go. He preferred to observe before making his move. Hewas about to walk away, overwhelmed by his sudden feelings.

Then, a soft hand reached out to stop him. Instead of holding on tightly, she simply offered her hand for a handshake. He glanced at her smooth, milk-white hand, too delicate to fit in his rough grip.

Looking at her inviting smile, he felt drawn to her, and he finally accepted her handshake. Her small hand fit perfectly in his, and as they shook, she quietly whispered her name, which she hadn't revealed to Siddharth or Ivaan but felt compelled to share with him.

"Hello, I'm Akshita. Akshita RaiSinghania," she said softly, her words a sweet melody to his ears.

"Avyansh. Avyansh Singh Rathore," he finally replied, his voice smooth. It felt like she had cast a spell on him.

He was Avyansh Singh Rathore, an introvert with a sharp mind, whose world revolved around his family, especially his mother.

As Avyansh released her hand with a gentle squeeze, Akshita absentmindedly stroked her own hand, a smile spreading across her face. Avyansh felt invigorated, his heart racing.

At that moment, her heart realized she wasn't just herself anymore; she belonged to him now.

"Have you both been talking this whole time?" Vedika said, sounding bored, while Avyansh composed himself.

"you Sing ?" Ivaan asked, pointing to her guitar bag. Akshita nodded, and Vedika scoffed.

"I still doubt whether she loves music or if music loves her," Vedika remarked, shaking her head.

"You do love it, right?" Avyansh asked, initiating their first official conversation.

"Nope, music loves me," Akshita replied, looking at her guitar bag resting on the bench, while Avyansh watched her with softening eyes.

"Then we would love to see you sing today," Ivaan suggested, catching everyone's attention.

"Here?" Akshita asked, pointing to the classroom.

"Nope, let's head to the auditorium," Siddharth said as she picked up her guitar bag. The group made their way to the auditorium, and Avyansh followed quietly, his naturally grumpy demeanor not serving him well in that exciting moment.

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The auditorium was alive with activity as students moved around. Some were practicing dance, while others cleaned musical instruments. Just as they entered the hall, a boy approached Ivann and hugged him, who returned the gesture with equal enthusiasm.

"Hey, what's up, man? Everyone's here!" he said, breaking the hug and waving at Vedika.

"Actually,..." Vedika started to say, but the boy's attention shifted to Akshita, particularly her guitar bag. His eyes widened in realization as he asked,

"You sing?" pointing at her, and she nodded with a smile.

"Yeah, she just joined today," Ivann added, and the boy nodded in agreement.

"What are you waiting for? Join us and bless us with your beautiful voice," he said flirtatiously, while Avyansh shot him a glare.

"By the way, I'm Aarav, the music in-charge," he said, shaking hands with Akshita.

"I'm Akshita," she replied politely as she accepted his hand.

"Let's go; we were about to start," Aarav said, leading the way to the stage. Akshita followed him, and Vedika, Siddharth, Ivann, and Avyansh took their seats in front of the stage.

As Akshita stepped onto the stage, her boots made a subtle sound on the wooden platform as she approached the chair in the center. Aarav adjusted the chair to her height and positioned the microphone. Akshita mouthed a thank-you to him, and he nodded in response.

Seated in the chair, Akshita scanned the hall with her deep blue eyes. The students' curious gazes were fixed on her, eager for her to begin. But her eyes were searching for a particular pair of warm, honey-colored ones that had captivated her breath. And there he was, staring directly at her without blinking, their eyes locked together. Unbeknownst to her, as she began playing her guitar, she was completely engrossed in that moment.

Her fingers flowed effortlessly over the guitar strings as if they were made just for her. Everything around her faded, leaving only him in focus. Avyansh couldn't tear his gaze away. Unbeknownst to both of them, they had captured each other's hearts.

As her fingers danced over the guitar's strings, the soft rhythm intensified, and she took a deep breath before her voice filled the air.

Kehte hain

Khuda ne iss jahaan mein

Sabhi ke liye kisi na kisi ko hai banaaya

Har kisi ke liye

Tera milna hai uss rab ka ishaara

Maano mujhko banaya tere jaise hi kisi ke liye

Kuch toh hai tujh se raabta

Kuch toh hai tujh se raabta

Kaise hum jaane, hume kya pata

Kuch toh hai tujh se raabta

Her melodious voice filled the air as her eyes remained closed. The room was vibing with her. The guitars string are making the most serene sound.

Tu humsafar hai, phir kya fikar hai

Jeene ki wajah hi yehi marna issi ke liye

Kehte hain:

Khuda ne iss jahaan mein

Sabhi ke liye kisi na kisi ko hai banaaya

Har kisi ke liye

Hmm Meharbaani jaate-jaate mujh pe kar gaya

Guzarta saa lamha ek daaman bhar gaya

Tere nazaara mila, roshan sitaara mila

Taqdeer ki kashtiyon ko kinara mila

Sadiyon se tarse hai jaisi zindagi ke liye

Teri saubat mein duaayein hain ussi ke liye

Tere milna hai uss rab ka ishaara

Her lips moved with a sync while Avyansh lost in her voice. She didn't just sang today. She expressed the music.

Maano mujhko banaya tere hi jaise kisi ke liye

Kuch toh hai tujh se raabta

Kuch toh hai tujh se raabta

Kaise hum jaane hume kya pata

Kuch toh hai tujhse raabta

Tu humsafar hai, phir kya fiqar hai

Jeene ki wajah hi yehi marna issi ke liye

Kehte hain:

Khuda ne iss jahaan mein

Sabhi ke liye kisi na kisi ko hai banaaya

Har kisi ke liye

With a determined final note, she concluded her performance with a deep breath. The auditorium burst into a frenzy of applause as Akshita's cheeks flushed with embarrassment, and she quickly bowed in gratitude before exiting.

"You did an amazing job," Vedika said gently while embracing her.

"You were fantastic, Akshita," Ivaan added with a warm smile, silently thanking her.

"I must say, there's definitely some magic there," Siddharth remarked as Akshita beamed.

"Didn't you enjoy it?" Ivaan joked, nudging Avyansh, who was still gazing at her dreamily.

"I didn't just like it; I loved it," Avyansh replied absentmindedly, causing Akshita's face to turn beet red at his words.

"Ah, love is in the air," Ivaan teased, glancing at Avyansh, while Vedika let out a soft laugh.

"Shut up, you jerk," Avyansh said through gritted teeth, annoyed.

"Aww, my Avy baby is upset," Ivaan continued teasing, causing Akshita to giggle softly. Surrounding students complimented her voice and welcomed her to the school, but a sudden voice broke her thoughts.

"Akshita, right?"

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So finally the chapter us here. Seriously I spent sleepless nights to again write it down.

However I don't think it will dissapoint you, I tried my best in making it worth it.

So drop your comments, bcz I love reading them.

And in next chapter, entry of most loved character. iykyk.

I think, by reading the chapter you can comprehend that in the new version Avyansh will be not at fault fully. But a little.

Byee take care...

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