✨️✨️𝑻𝒉𝒂𝒏𝒌𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒐𝒌

𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒉𝒐𝒑𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒊𝒕✨️✨️

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Kaara fankaara kab aaye re

Kaara fankaara tarsaaye re

Fankara kab aaye re, tarsaaye re

Kabhi kabhi chalein goliyan

Dil me hokar ke thaye thaye

No one told me that game was real

No one told me that my fate was sealed

No one told me that the way I feel

The way I am skilled

Just the way I am build

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The alarm blared at 5:30 AM, cutting through the silence like a jarring wave, but it was promptly silenced after a few seconds. The girl who was supposed to wake up to its piercing cry had, in fact, already been awake. Shreya Mishra hadn't slept a wink the whole night.

She hadn't even noticed when darkness faded and dawn slowly painted her room in hues of gold and pink. Time had slipped through her fingers in the most exhilarating way possible, thanks to a book she couldn't bear to put down.

At midnight, Shreya genuinely believed she could close her eyes and drift off to sleep. Her bed was warm, and the world around her was quiet. She curled on her side, willing herself to relax and drift off. But the book she had been reading haunted her. It clung to her consciousness with talons sharp and irresistible.

How could she sleep when she was so desperate to know what would happen next? Two characters who hated each other with every fiber of their being were on the cusp of something greater, something more intimate. How could she leave them hanging?

With a resigned sigh, she reached for her tablet and promised herself: Just one more chapter. But as soon as she finished that chapter, the book ensnared her even deeper. Her heart raced, her cheeks flushed, and she kept telling herself, "Okay, just one more."

Her brain was rational, warning her that she needed rest, but her heart, breathless with anticipation, overruled every sensible thought.

When the male lead, intense and full of buried emotions, finally confronted the female lead about a brutal wound she had hidden, Shreya couldn't look away.

His deep voice had cracked with pain and rage as he demanded, "Who did this to you?" The way he cared, the sheer agony in his gaze, made Shreya's pulse quicken.

But the female lead, stubborn and sharp as ever, met his anger with defiance. She demanded to know why he cared, why it mattered to him when they were supposed to be enemies. The tension between them was almost a living thing, pressing and electric.

A dark romance reader like Shreya knew what was coming-the anger, the vulnerability, and that intoxicating confession crackling beneath the surface, one full of sexual tension and barely restrained desire. Who needed sleep when fictional characters were about to unravel?

By the time the sun's rays pierced through her window, Shreya had read the final page. Her heart still pounded from the emotional rollercoaster. Satisfaction warmed her, and a smile of pure contentment spread across her face.

The book had been everything she hoped for: a perfect blend of tension, passion, and a well-earned happy ending.

Feeling victorious, she swung her legs out of bed and tiptoed to the bathroom. Her reflection in the mirror revealed tired eyes with dark circles smudged beneath them, but there was also a spark of excitement she couldn't hide.

Shreya splashed cold water on her face, hoping to look less like a zombie. As she combed her hair and made herself presentable, she braced herself for what was sure to be an amusing conversation with her mom. Right on cue, her mother knocked on the door.

"Shreya, are you awake?" her mom Preet Mishra called out, sounding skeptical.

To her mother's surprise, Shreya opened the door herself. Her mom's eyes widened in sheer disbelief. She blinked as if she were seeing a ghost. "Shreya, are you for real, or am I dreaming?" she gasped. Her daughter, a science student notorious for struggling to wake up on time, was standing there, fully awake and looking almost cheerful.

Shreya couldn't help but grin. She reached out and pinched her mother lightly on the arm. "See? I'm real," she teased.

Her mom clutched her chest in mock shock, dramatically gasping. "You woke up on your own? And so early? My goodness, finally acting like a responsible science student. You must be up to study, of course."

Her mom's smile was warm and proud, completely unaware of the true reason for Shreya's all-nighter.

Shreya's smile faltered for just a moment, but she quickly covered it up. If only her mother knew! Her parents believed she spent most of her time with her nose buried in academic books, especially since she had chosen the Math group in the Science stream.

But in truth, Shreya's fascination lay far from formulas and equations. Her interests were more aligned with Biology-or rather, a passionate exploration of human anatomy as depicted in her beloved dark romance novels.

To keep up the charade, Shreya had come up with a foolproof plan. Every time she bought one of these intense, steamy books, she covered it with plain wrapping paper.

The books were labeled innocuously so that, to her parents, they appeared to be motivational or self-help titles. They would never suspect their studious daughter of reading stories full of hate-fueled kisses and heart-pounding confessions.

But nonetheless, Shreya is a proud hacker. She hated equation but loved computers. She had made herself a perfect anonymous hacker which could hack anything, protect anything. She helps the government anonymously making herself a RAW agent. They would give her a good amount of salary. This is secret for everyone though.

She is also a hacker for rich fellows. Those already rich but still money hunger fellows, who diws for the dirty secrets and who has plenty of dirty secrets. She helps those anonymously by giving them information about their rivals.

She also scores well more than average. So she doesn't feel bad about her charade.

Smothering a yawn, Shreya got dressed for her first day back at school. Her elite uniform fit like a dream, the blazer crisply ironed, the pleats in her skirt perfectly aligned. She tied her hair back neatly and checked herself out in the mirror.

Even with the exhaustion etched beneath her eyes, she had to admit she looked good. "You're perfect," she whispered, throwing herself a playful wink and blowing a kiss at her reflection.

But today was about more than just surviving school on minimal sleep. Shreya had an important mission to accomplish: she had to share her thrilling book experience with her best friends.

For two agonizing months, she had kept her discovery of this particular dark romance under wraps. But today, she would finally tell Bhawna and their other friend, whose bus route was unfortunately different from theirs.

Gathering her heavy schoolbag, Shreya made a mad dash for the bus stop. She barely made it, arriving with just a minute to spare before the bus pulled up.

Relief washed over her, and she boarded quickly, aware as always of the stares from some of the boys around her. Shreya was known for her looks, but she had mastered the art of ignoring her admirers.

She settled into her usual spot, bouncing with anticipation. Bhawna would join her at the next stop, and the moment all three will be together, she would spill everything.

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Bhawna stood at the bus stop with a pleased expression, anticipation sparkling in her eyes. She clutched her bag tightly, filled with excitement for the day's lessons and the joy of reuniting with her best friends. The morning air felt fresh and promising, and her heart raced at the thought of the little adventures the day would bring.

As the bus approached, she stepped forward eagerly, boarded it, and let her eyes wander across the familiar interior. Her face lit up when she spotted Shreya sitting near the back. Shreya, engrossed in a book, looked up just in time to see Bhawna approaching and broke into a wide grin.

"Bhawna!" Shreya exclaimed, her joy palpable. Bhawna slid into the seat next to her, and the two friends embraced warmly.

"How do three girls stay this close without being accused of being lesbians?" Bhawna often mused, but today, she brushed off the thought and reveled in the comfort of her friend's hug. Their bond, unbreakable and pure, had weathered many judgments.

"We haven't seen each other for ages, Bhawu!" Shreya said, using the affectionate nickname only her closest friends called her. "How's your coaching going?"

Bhawna's eyes sparkled as she replied, "It's going well! But yes, it really has been forever since we met. How are your relationships with your fictional crushes going?" she teased, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Shreya blushed deeply, hiding her face behind her hands. "Stop it, yaar! You're making me blush," she said, giggling. "But yes, my fictional loves are doing just fine." Her face was still flushed, and they both dissolved into laughter.

The bus rumbled along as the two friends gossiped about everything, from the latest drama in their favorite TV shows to the happenings from Kashmir to Kanyakumari. Their conversation was a whirlwind of topics, and soon the ride to school passed in the blink of an eye.

When they finally arrived, Elite Public School was buzzing with the energy of students. The bus parking lot was alive with chatter, playful teasing, and friends reuniting. Some students walked alone, lost in thought, while others gathered in animated groups.

Elite Public School wasn't just one of the highest-ranked schools in India; it was a place brimming with ambition and intense competition. The curriculum was rigorous, and the tuition fees steep, but the school rules were simple, if a bit strict.

Girls had to wear neat and clean uniforms, keep their nails trimmed without any polish, and style their hair in a single ponytail or braid. Jewelry was forbidden, except for simple watches. Boys also had uniform regulations: clean attire, short, simple hairstyles, and no hair gel.

Bhawna and Shreya stood by the entrance, waiting for the third member of their trio. They searched the crowd, their eyes darting eagerly in all directions.

Suddenly, someone slapped them both on the back, hard enough to make them jump and yelp in surprise. They spun around to see Sneha Sinh Chauhan grinning mischievously.

Sneha, the only daughter of the CEO of Chauhan Industries, had a reputation that preceded her. Aspiring to be the next CEO of her father's company, she was business-minded and fiercely ambitious. But being the sole heir didn't mean she had an easy ticket to the top.

Her father had made it clear that she needed to prove herself, and there was another contender: Shashwat Trivedi, the son of her father's trusted legal advisor.

Shashwat, once a close friend, had become her fiercest academic rival. The two competed relentlessly, though a boy named Shivaay Sharma always managed to outshine them both.

"Ow! Teri haddi lagti hain bohot yaar!" Shreya whined, rubbing her back. Bhawna also clutched her shoulder with a pained expression, groaning in unison with her friend.

Sneha just grinned proudly, looking pleased with her mischief. Bhawna retaliated with a playful smack to Sneha's lower back, laughing as Sneha pretended to stumble.

Despite studying in different streams-Bhawna and Shreya in Science, Sneha in Commerce-the three girls were inseparable. Their dreams might lead them down different paths, but they knew that true friendship wasn't so easily broken.

They made their way into the school, chattering happily. Other students turned to watch as the trio passed, for their lively energy was infectious. At that moment, another trio emerged from the crowd: Shivaay Sharma, Neel Malhotra, and Rahul Parekh, three boys who often drew attention themselves.

Shivaay's eyes found Bhawna in the crowd, and a blush spread across his face. He tried to act casual, but his heart thumped wildly as he watched her smile. His friends, Neel and Rahul, exchanged knowing grins and nudged him teasingly.

Neel's gaze drifted to Bhawna before landing on a girl he had a more complicated history with. The two of them shared a mutual dislike, yet something kept their rivalry ablaze. He sighed, pretending not to care, but his friends could see right through him.

Rahul, meanwhile, was more focused on Sneha. Their families' companies were business competitors, and Rahul's eyes flared with determination every time he looked at her. Sneha sensed his challenging gaze and shot him a glare, to which he responded with a dramatic eye roll.

The girls and boys headed to their respective classrooms. Shivaay, Neel, Rahul, and Sneha were all in the same Commerce class, while Bhawna and Shreya had their Science classes together.

As it was the first day of the new school year, the loudspeakers crackled to life, instructing everyone to gather in the assembly hall for the morning prayer.

Students lined up according to height, guided by teachers. Shreya groaned inwardly; being shorter than her friends meant she always had to stand near the front, something that never failed to irritate her. Bhawna took full advantage, teasing Shreya mercilessly as she sulked.

The three friends waved to each other across the assembly lines.

Nearby, Shivaay was desperately trying not to look at Bhawna. An embarrassing incident in a bra shop had haunted him for weeks, and he fervently prayed that she wouldn't notice him.

Ironically, he had spent countless days wishing for her attention, and now he wanted nothing more than to be invisible.

Neel, ever the prankster, stood swaying like a tree in the wind, making his admirers giggle. Shivaay and Rahul rolled their eyes, used to his antics.

Rahul stood stiffly at attention, hoping to seem strong in front of Sneha, who was ignoring him with practiced indifference. Rahul and Sneha were both serious for their companies and both knew that perfectly.

As the school prayer began, the assembly hall buzzed with tension, ambition, and a hint of young love. It was only the beginning of another year at Elite Public School, and countless stories were yet to unfold.

[A/N NEW CHAPTER

Now do you like the trios?

Are you confused about anything? If yes then feel free to ask.

What do you will happen in the assembly hall?

Will Bhawna ever notice Shivaay?

Will Neel and Shreya be less stupid? [IMPOSSIBLE]

Will Rahul and Sneha's rivalry resolve in future?

Let's see.]