✨️𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕✨️✨️

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तकरार में इश्क़ की बातें दबी रहीं,

नज़रों से लड़ते-लड़ते धड़कनें बढ़ी रहीं।

हर झगड़े में कुछ नया अहसास था,

दिल दुश्मन सही, पर मोहब्बत खास था।

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It was 5 AM. The sky was painted in shades of dark blue and gray, and a crisp, partly cold wind drifted through the air. The sun, still below the horizon, was slowly making its way upward, fighting to bathe the world in light and assert its dominance over the fading night.

A sports bike roared down the quiet national highway, its engine emitting a deep and dangerous growl that echoed through the early morning stillness.

The bike was moving at a breathtaking speed, slicing through the minimal traffic on the road-a highway that stretched beyond the city and provided the perfect runway for a daring ride.

The biker, exuding an aura of mystery and confidence, wore a sleek, protective leather jacket that hugged his athletic frame. Fitted gloves covered his hands, and he sported dark jeans and rugged boots that added to his edgy and stylish appearance.

His helmet, a matte black design, was slightly lifted, revealing a strong jawline and a playful smirk that hinted at his love for adventure and thrill.

As the first golden rays of sunlight filtered through the trees, he accelerated, leaning into the bike and allowing the morning breeze to sweep over him. His motorcycle-a high-performance model gleaming in the soft light-responded with a powerful roar that shattered the serene air.

Attached to his helmet was a GoPro, capturing dynamic shots of his ride. A smartphone stabilizer mounted on the bike helped document the adrenaline-fueled journey, showcasing the scenic surroundings and the breathtaking speed.

Between bursts of speed, he paused to adjust his camera, carefully angling it to capture his bike and the road. Each shot highlighted the sense of freedom and raw exhilaration he craved.

For his Instagram followers, he curated content that exuded adventure, style, and a rugged sense of independence, building a brand that combined visual appeal with a love for the open road.

He exuded an intimidating yet irresistible allure, intensified by the matte black helmet that only enhanced his air of mystery. His AirPods were blasting his favorite track, Tere Liye, as he sped along, and the lyrics seemed to cast a spell on him:

Jaagi jaagi soyi na main saari raat, tere liye

Bheegi bheegi palkein meri udaas, tere liye

Haan jaagi jaagi soyi na main saari raat, tere liye

Bheegi bheegi palkein meri udaas, tere liye

Akhiyaan bichayi main, tere liye

Duniya bhulayi maine, tere liye

Tere liye jhoomu deewana ban ke tere liye

Vaada hai mera main hoon tere liye

Hona kabhi tu judaa.

( A long drive and this song 😭😭🙏)

The music seemed to fuel his adrenaline, pushing him to speed up even more. With a burst of recklessness, he leaned to the side, posing and flexing his muscles, his strong physique illuminated in the soft light.

For a brief, exhilarating moment, he released both hands from the handlebars, performing a daring trick that made him feel invincible, as if he had nine lives to live.

But as traffic gradually picked up and the road became less deserted, he decided it was time to head home. He pulled over, took a break from recording, and made his way back to his house to prepare for his first day of school.

After a quick shower, he put on his school uniform: a crisp, shiny white shirt tucked into sleek black formal pants, and a perfectly knotted tie for the summer. His uniform also included a formal black blazer for winter, but he didn't need it today.

He wore an elegant Armani watch on his wrist and polished black formal shoes, completing a look that made him resemble a young executive. Becoming a CEO was still a distant dream, but he looked the part.

This was Neel Malhotra-a boy who thrived on speed and freedom. Beneath the cool, confident exterior was a heart touched by loneliness. Living alone in a lavish house with only the household staff for company, Neel had grown used to the emptiness.

His parents, both successful and endlessly busy, had provided him with every luxury imaginable, including the powerful sports bike he rode today, a gift for placing second in his class on his 17th birthday. Though he had been a minor then, he was now 18 and more independent than ever, managing a thriving Instagram account.

Neel's success on social media had been rapid. In just 15 days, he had accumulated a large following, with nearly every student at his school subscribing to his adventurous content. His profile was filled with shots of speed, thrill, and a carefree, rebellious spirit.

Despite the wealth and gifts his parents lavished on him, they couldn't give him the care and attention he sometimes craved. He understood their commitment to work but couldn't help feeling hurt when he was reminded of their absence.

During Parents' Teacher Meetings, he would watch other students with their parents and feel a pang of jealousy.

Thankfully, the parents of his two best friends, Rahul and Shivaay, always treated him like one of their own and attended the meetings on his behalf.

Now, Neel was on his way to school, riding the school bus instead of his beloved bike. His bus stop was the first on the route, and he was always the first to climb aboard.

He found a seat near the back and started editing a reel he had shot earlier that morning, syncing it with music to give it a hot and captivating vibe. His follower count kept climbing, and he reveled in the attention, though a part of him always felt a lingering emptiness.

As he worked on his content, his thoughts drifted until he was suddenly jolted back to reality. Two familiar figures leaped onto the bus and tackled him, causing the girls nearby to let out excited squeals.

This could only mean one thing:

The HOT trio of the Elite Public School has boarded their bus.

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The curtains slid away from each other as the housekeeper drew them open, allowing sunlight to stream into the room and fall on the sleeping boy's face. He stirred and cringed at the sudden brightness, then changed his position and slept a few more minutes before finally getting up.

Wearing a classy blue silk robe that shimmered in the light and hung loosely over his shirtless torso, he made his way to the bathroom to freshen up for his first day of school.

His phone rang just as he returned, and he answered it while sitting leisurely on the couch. As he talked, a glass of fresh juice was handed to him. With a sly smirk, he instructed the person on the other end to drop the tender digits low.

Rahul Parekh was ready. Dressed in his neatly pressed school uniform, he carefully styled his hair, which he considered his pride and joy. His hair was his sanity, and he ran his hands through it often, feeling a spark of satisfaction every time his fingers moved smoothly through the soft strands.

He then headed to the dining room, where a long table was set for breakfast. He enjoyed his meal of pancakes topped with rich chocolate sauce before his chauffeur guided him to his assigned car. Despite having a private car, Rahul made his way to the bus stop, a routine he had initially despised. Over time, though, he grew to enjoy it, because his companions made every ride memorable.

As he waited, he surfed his phone until a notification popped up, prompting his signature cunning but attractive smirk. Rahul Parekh was many things: cunning, ambitious, and driven.

At just 17 years old, he had the intellect of ten CEOs and seven years of business experience. He had sealed his first deal when he was only 10 years old and had developed a love for business deals, tenders, datasheets, and presentations from an early age.

Despite his brilliance, he knew his father, Mahesh Parekh, the CEO of Parekh Industries, envisioned his older brother, Veer Parekh, as the future CEO. Veer had always been the chosen one, but their father loved Rahul as well, even if he didn't see him as a successor. Yet Rahul was determined. He was the youngest son, but he had dreams of his own.

Veer, on the other hand, had no interest in business and only wanted to pursue his own aspirations. Therefore, Rahul without any guilty will compete against his father and his beliefs.

After sometime, Someone patted Rahul's shoulder and he looked at the direction. It was none other than Shivaay. Before anyone could talk, the bus arrived.

When the bus finally arrived, they gave eachother a look and smiled. The duo stepped onto the bus, causing a stir among the students. Whispers spread, especially from the girls, who couldn't help but admire how handsome they both looked.

Rahul and his friend made their way to the back of the bus, where their third companion awaited.

The trio consisted of:

Shivaay Sharma: the charming, nerdy candy.

Neel Malhotra: the bold, sharp candy.

Rahul Parekh: the effortlessly classy candy.

Together, they were an unstoppable force of popularity, adventure, and charisma, ready to take on the day with style and flair.

" Saalon bohot miss kiya tum dono ko yaar." Neel said while wiping his fake tears. While Shivaay and Rahul shake their head at his dramatic ass.

[ Bastards I missed you both so much]

" Humne nahi kiya tujhe lekin." Rahul said deadpanned and Shivaay bursted out as the expressions on Neel's face were epic.

[But we didn't missed you.]

" Go to hell. Here I was being emotional and you are being Khadoos." Neel hitted Rahul at his shoulder and Shivaay hit Neel. Neel Gasps dramatically and hits back to Shivaay.

[Khadoos=rude or grumpy]

Both get sitted with Neel in between and other two sitting at other sides of him. This was their sitting arrangement.

They knew that only Neel talks so much. Other two don't talk much.

" Shivaay yaar tu ek baar toh Bhawna Bhabhi se baat karne ki try Kar." Neel piqued as he suddenly remembered his bhabhi. This made Shivaay somewhat sad as the scenes from tomorrow evening flashed in his eyes. Rahul straightened up as he go interested in this and also nodded to Shivaay to go with Neel's advice.

[ Shivaay dude You atleast try for one time to talk to Bhawna Bhabhi.]

" Talking? I just hope now that she won't notice me at all this whole year." Shivaay marked with his head pointed to God as if he was praying to God.

Neel and Rahul's eyes widened up and Neel started scolded him.

" Saale Red flag. You said that you will only love our Bhawna bhabhi only. Now you are telling us that you don't want to even see her."Neel hitted Shivaay with fury and turned to Rahul as he saddened," I tell you Rahul. This generation don't know how to love. L generation."

Rahul nodded again and gave Shivaay a disappointed and angry look. Rahul said dramatically," Yehi tha Tera pyaar? Teri mohabbat? Laanat hain tujhpe Shivaay."

( This was your love? Your love (word 2)? Shame on you Shivaay.")

Shivaay screamed a No dramatically.

" You both are getting it all wrong. Let me tell you." Shivaay started narrating the incident from the bra shop tomorrow and also omitted that the bra was for his own mother. Some things should stay as a secret.

Both clowns got silenced and looked here and there. Rahul revised the story as he was still confused to get assured," SO you are telling me that you both met at a bra shop and now you are worried what if Bhabhi thinks that you are pervert . Am I correct?" Shivaay nodded speedily.

" But WHAT THE HELL YOU WERE DOING AT A BRA SHOP? " Both whisper yelled.

" Aree Woh main meri mummy ke kaam se gaya tha lekin seriously I am not a pervert. You toh know na." Shivaay completely skipped the real reason as the reason is not something that could be said to teenage boys.

[Uhh I was there because of my mom's chores but seriously I am not a pervert. You know me.]

Rahul understood by Shivaay's ignoring the topic and also signaled Neel to stop discussing about the reason. Neel of course didn't understand but he knew Rahul is more clever so he didn't interfered more.

After few minutes, Rahul said," I guess Shivaay you should just forget Bhabhi." Shivaay instantly snapped his head to Rahul as his best friend betrayed.

" You bastard. How can I forget Bhawna yaar? I like her from three years and I am going to like her till my death. This isn't some infatuation. And I don't have pride for her. I don't have ego for Bhawna. If she thinks I am a pervert then I will do something about it to clear myself. " Shivaay mustered up infront of his friends.

Silence flowed for some minutes before Shivaay cried in looserism," Lekin Agar usko Sach mein main pervert and Ganda laga tohhhhh?"

[ But what if she really thinks that I am a pervert and a dirty boy?]

Talk about his mood swings girls.

" Don't worry mere bhai. Hum dono hain. Kuch na kuch toh karenge hi." Neel patted his back and Rahul also patted him as he stretched his hand because Neel was sitting between them.

[ Don't worry my brother. We both are there for you. We will do something of course.]

Shivaay sulked the whole journey while Neel and Rahul handled his over thinking and mood swings. Neel and Rahul were not like those types of guys who would tell his friend that he should behave cool and be a man for his crush.

Instead, both would try to help Shivaay in weirdest way possible. Neel and Rahul, initially were worried about his friend that maybe he like boys or he is impotent because of Shivaay's disinterest in girls.

But when Shivaay told that he likes Bhawna, they were in excess happiness. They helped Shivaay and encouraged him countless times to talk to Bhawna but....

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[A/N Yaar I want one looser Shivaay for myself too. 😭😭😭

But I guess only Im Sol and Bhawna are lucky enough. (Iykyk😏).

Idk why boys think that we like boys only when they are cool and nonchalant. They don't understand that we love them when they show their love and affection for us in looser ways and in any way.

They should read books too so that they can know how can I make a girl happy. It's not like we don't know. Girls, after reading books, we raise ourselves too. We get to know about how to treat our MAN. We treat him better. But boys can't treat us.

Hope you enjoyed reading.]