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The early morning sun had barely peeked through the clouds when Prisha turned in her bed for what felt like the hundredth time. Her swollen eyes, stung red from crying all night, throbbed with pain. Sleep hadn’t visited her properly—only darkness, fear, and the haunting echo of her own helplessness had kept her company. And yet, today wasn’t just any day. It was her final exam. The one that was supposed to decide her academic future. But right now, her future felt like a trap, closing in on her faster than she could breathe.

Every time she blinked, she saw her destruction—the marriage mandap, the sacred fire, and Raunak sitting beside her, smirking. Raunak. That name made her stomach churn. The same man who had made her college life hell, whose presence reminded her of everything vile. And now, suddenly, he wanted to marry her? No. No way. She couldn’t do it. Prisha suddenly sat up on her bed, her heart racing. “No,” she whispered to herself, then louder, “No, I can’t do this! I can’t marry Raunak!” Her voice cracked with desperation. “Whatever he did in college can’t be forgotten. He can’t just decide to marry me now like none of that ever happened! Why now? Why me?” Her fists clenched tightly in her lap. “I will tell bhai. He’ll understand. He has to. He won’t let me be thrown into a marriage like this. I know he loves me. I’ll talk to him. I have to...” But even as her heart pleaded for support, her brain reminded her of the ticking clock. I have to go to college first. My exam. Just one more day. Just one more step before everything falls apart. I wish today would stretch forever so I wouldn't have to leave for India. I don’t want to go. Not now. Not ever.

Just then, her phone buzzed. It was Vanshika—her best friend, her lifeline for the past four years.

“Heyy Prisha! Are you okay? I’ve been calling you since yesterday. Where were you? You have no idea how worried I was! Just tell me something, please!” Vanshika’s voice poured through the speaker with concern and urgency.

“I’ll tell you everything once I reach college,” Prisha replied in a low, emotionless voice.

“Are you alright though?” Vanshika persisted, catching the hesitation in her tone.

“I’ll talk there, okay? I need to get ready. Bye.”

“Okay, fine. I’m leaving too. See you there.” Vanshika sensed something was terribly wrong, but she didn’t push further. The silence on the other end of the call screamed louder than any words. If Prisha wasn’t speaking, it meant the problem was heavy—too heavy to carry alone.

Prisha got ready in silence, trying to push every thought into the deepest corners of her mind. She wore a crisp white shirt, paired with blue straight-fit jeans and spotless white sneakers. She looked effortlessly elegant, her reflection in the mirror almost deceiving. But no outfit, no lipstick, no hairdo could distract her from the storm brewing within. Her eyes, still puffy, told the truth. Her mind kept replaying those dreadful words—marriage, Raunak, India, Mr. Singhania—my so-called father.

After twenty minutes, she stepped out of her flat. College wasn’t far, so she preferred walking. The familiar road felt foreign today. Her heart beat unevenly with every step. Vanshika was already there, sitting at the stairs, nervously waiting for her.

As soon as she spotted Prisha, she rushed to her. “Are you okay?” she asked, scanning her face.

“Let’s just give the exam first,” Prisha whispered. “I don’t even know if I’ll ever come back here again. Let’s just go, Vanshi.”

Vanshika froze. “What are you saying? Why would you not come back? You’re scaring me, Prisha. Please tell me what happened.” Her voice shook with worry.

But before Vanshika could finish, Prisha’s eyes filled with tears. She tried so hard to hold them back, but the dam broke. She looked at her friend and collapsed into her arms, sobbing.

Vanshika hugged her tightly, her heart pounding. “Prisha, what happened? Please talk to me! You’re scaring me—what’s going on? Why are you crying like this?” Her voice cracked with panic.

Through broken sobs, Prisha told her everything about the previous night—the sudden announcement, her father’s decision, the pressure to marry Raunak, and her brother’s heartbreaking silence. “He said... if I come back to India and refuse to marry Raunak, then he’ll support me. Otherwise... he won’t interfere,” Prisha choked out.

“What the hell?!” Vanshika pulled away, her voice rising in disbelief. “Has your dad gone insane? He can’t just force you to marry someone like that! And your brother? He was supposed to protect you, right? You always said he’d do anything for you! And now this?”

Prisha wiped her tears, exhausted. “He said he’ll stand by me only if I come home and refuse Raunak in front of everyone. But you know how powerful dad is, Vanshi... I’m scared. If I go back, he might make the marriage happen anyway.”

“Give me your brother’s number. I’ll talk to him right now!”

“No,” Prisha whispered, shaking her head. “Please, not right now. I don’t want to talk to anyone anymore. I don’t know what to do... everything’s just so messed up.”

Vanshika saw the helplessness in her best friend’s eyes. She gently wiped Prisha’s cheeks. “Okay. But remember one thing—if you go to India, I’m coming with you. I swear on everything, I’ll bring your whole family in line if they try to mess with you. Nobody gets to ruin your life. Nobody. Got it?”

A faint smile tugged at the corners of Prisha’s lips. It wasn’t much, but it was the first genuine emotion she had felt in hours. “Okay,” she nodded softly, “Let’s go now.”

Without another word, the two girls walked into their college building, shoulders brushing, hearts heavy. They were stepping into the classroom not just to write their final exam—but also, unknowingly, the final chapter of the life Prisha had once known.

After three long hours, the exam finally ended and all the students started stepping out of the classroom one by one, relieved. But Prisha still sat quietly in her seat, fidgeting with the cap of her pen—opening and closing it repeatedly. Her legs trembled slightly under the desk, the kind of shiver that came not from cold, but fear. The more the time passed, the more her anxiety began to build. Her mind couldn’t stop spinning, haunted by the possibility of the one thing she feared the most—her forced marriage. That horrifying thought refused to leave her alone. Just then, Vanshika came and sat beside her, concerned. "Prisha, why are you overthinking so much? Nothing’s going to happen. Please don’t stress yourself like this. I swear, you’re not going to end up marrying that Raunak. Trust me, okay? Just stop torturing yourself like this... come on, let’s go somewhere and lighten your mood. Get up, Prisha," she pleaded gently. But Prisha, still trembling, whispered, “Vanshika... what if the wedding actually happens? What will I do then? My dreams, my career... everything I’ve built will be destroyed. Everything will remain incomplete. This can’t be happening, right?” Her voice was broken, full of helplessness. Vanshika wrapped her arm around her and said, “It won’t happen. Nothing like that will happen, okay? Don’t think too much. Everything will be fine. You’ll go to India and you’ll come back too—just like always. Now come on. Enough overthinking for today. Let’s get out of here. Do you even realize it’s been three hours since the exam ended? You’ve just been sitting here with your thoughts.”

Prisha finally nodded slightly and began packing her things slowly. Before leaving, she took a deep breath—trying to gather whatever courage she had left—and stood up. The two walked out of the college building together, the cool air hitting their faces as they stepped outside. “So,” Vanshika asked, trying to sound cheerful, “tell me where you want to go today. Wherever you say, we’ll go.” Prisha didn’t reply immediately. She stayed silent for a few seconds, her mind clearly still miles away. Then her eyes landed on a bright neon board just across the street. It read Sunshine Club. Without thinking twice, she pointed toward it and said softly, “I want to go there.” Vanshika followed her gaze and blinked in surprise. “A...club?” she asked. “You? You’ve never even stepped into a club before. Why today?” Prisha looked ahead, a strange calmness in her otherwise stormy expression. “Because,” she said, “I want to be surrounded by noise—so much noise that I can finally silence the storm inside me.”

Before Vanshika could protest again, Prisha had already started walking. Vanshika hesitated for a moment, but then gave in and followed her. Moments later, both of them entered the club—its flashing lights, thudding music, and pulsing energy a stark contrast to the emotional whirlwind Prisha carried within.

On the other side of the club, seated in the VIP section, was Shivansh. Dressed in an all-black ensemble—black shirt neatly tucked into tailored black trousers—he looked effortlessly powerful and dangerously poised. A half-filled glass of wine rested in his hand, while two or three of his international colleagues surrounded him, casually discussing their soon-to-launch USA project. The formal meeting had just wrapped up, and now the team was slowly slipping into relaxation mode—laughing, chatting, blending into the club’s wild rhythm. But Shivansh didn’t move. He remained seated in his spot, quiet, brooding, watching people with the kind of intensity that made him seem untouchable.

That was when he saw her.

Sitting alone at the bar counter was a girl—white shirt, unbuttoned at the top, with open hair cascading over her shoulders and light blue jeans hugging her legs. For a club night, she looked oddly simple... too simple. And yet, Shivansh’s eyes refused to leave her. Something about her was magnetic—no loud makeup, no glittering dress, no attention-seeking vibe. Just... raw simplicity. And that simplicity was doing something to him. He didn’t know why, but each move she made—how she brushed her hair back, how she stirred her drink slowly, how she glanced down at her phone and then sighed—was pulling him in. His team members joked and laughed behind him, but Shivansh had tuned them out completely.

His world, in that moment, had shrunk down to her.

He didn’t know her name. He didn’t know why she was there or what storm she was hiding behind those exhausted eyes. But something told him—she wasn’t there to party. She was running. From something. From someone. From a truth maybe even she hadn’t come to terms with. And Shivansh—cold-hearted businessman, known for his ruthless mind and unreadable expressions—felt an unexplainable pull. For the first time in months, he felt...curious. Curious to know who she was, why her eyes looked like they were hiding a hundred unspoken screams, and why, despite the chaos of the club, her silence screamed the loudest.

And so, he watched. Silently. Patiently. His gaze never wavering.

Prisha sat quietly at the bar counter, her expression unusually serious for someone in a place like this. Her fingers tapped against the polished wood as she leaned in and said to the bartender, “Give me something... something strong enough to make me forget everything—like, literally everything. I don’t want to remember a thing.” Without asking much, the bartender poured her a few shots of rum and placed them on a tray. But before she could even touch them, Vanshika—completely alarmed—rushed to her side. “What the hell? She says anything and you just give it to her? Have you lost your mind?” she snapped at the bartender, then turned furiously toward Prisha. “And you! Have you completely gone mad? What is this, Prisha? Look, I know you’re hurt, I get it—but this is not the way to deal with it. I won’t let you do this to yourself. We’re leaving. Right now.”

But Prisha, clearly in no mood to listen, softly responded, “No, Vanshika... just a little more time. Please.” And before Vanshika could snatch the glass away, Prisha picked up a shot and drank it down in one go. Vanshika tried to stop her again, but it was too late—she had already gone back for more. One... then two... then five... six... she kept going, the warmth of the alcohol making her feel light and disconnected. Her eyes started to flutter, opening and closing as if she were on the edge of sleep. “You’ve really lost your mind,” Vanshika muttered in disbelief. But Prisha, already tipsy, giggled and said, “Oye, it’s not that bad, y’know... feels good. I like this. I want more.”

“No, absolutely not,” Vanshika protested, snatching the glass away. “You don’t need any more. Get up. We’re going home now, Prisha.” But Prisha jerked her hand out of Vanshika’s grip and spun away, laughing loudly. “No, Vanshu baby... I’m not going anywhere. I feel good. Really good. I don’t want to go. Or else I’ll become sad again... and do you really want to see your best friend all sad and crying? No, right? So let me enjoy!” Her voice echoed between giggles and stumbles, loud enough to turn a few heads.

And one of those heads... was Shivansh’s.

“What is she doing? She’s so... funny,” he muttered under his breath, amused but curious. “Wait, what the hell is wrong with you,” he scolded himself. “Why do you keep getting distracted by random girls lately? Get a grip, man.”

Just then, Prisha did something unexpected—she climbed up the ramp stage, where the club usually hosted dance events. And she walked. Like a model. Like she owned the world. Like all her pain didn’t exist anymore. Shivansh stood up, intrigued, and made his way to the edge of the stage. He watched her closely. “Perfect walk... perfect expressions... how can someone be so perfect?” His eyes lingered on her face. “And her eyes... those eyes remind me of someone. Is she... is she the same girl I met yesterday evening?”

But before he could finish the thought, Prisha suddenly lost her balance—and slipped. Without a second thought, Shivansh rushed forward and caught her mid-air, right into his arms. She clung to him tightly, laughing in relief. “You saved me! You actually saved me! You... you’re so perfect, man!” she exclaimed dramatically, hugging him like he was her lifeline. Shivansh gently walked her back to his booth and made her sit down. As she looked up at him, recognition flickered in her drunken eyes. She covered her mouth in shock. “Hey—you... you’re the guy I met yesterday, right? Aren’t you? Wait... how do you remember me? I had covered my face. You still recognized me?”

Shivansh smiled faintly. “I remembered you... through your eyes.”

Prisha blinked slowly. “You remembered me? Through my eyes? But how? And wait—where’s Vanshika? Don’t call her, okay? She wants to take me home and I don’t want to go! If I go home, I’ll be sad again. I’ll cry. Do you want that? No, right? I’m happy here. Very happy.”

Shivansh raised an eyebrow, amused but confused. “Who even gets sad about going home?”

Prisha’s expression suddenly dropped, her voice softer now. “I do. Because my home isn’t like other homes. I don’t want to go back. Please hide me... anywhere... I don’t want to return to India. Please. Hide me.”

Her words were slurred but heavy, and they pulled something inside him. Shivansh couldn’t help but smile gently at her innocence, her desperation, her vulnerability. Prisha noticed his expression and pouted. “Hey! Why are you smiling? I’m being serious, okay? Hide me. Please! Or else... Mr. Singhania—oh, sorry—my dad, Mr. Singhania, will force me into marriage. And I don’t want to get married. I won’t.”

At the mention of that name, Shivansh’s entire demeanor changed. He stiffened. His gaze hardened. “Wait. Mr. Singhania? He’s your father? Then... why did you call him that? Why not ‘Dad’?”

Her eyes welled up instantly, tears threatening to spill again. Sensing her shift, Shivansh softened and gently said, “Okay, okay... I won’t ask anything. Calm down. I’ll take you with me, alright?”

“Really?” she asked, her voice small.

“Really,” he nodded.

Prisha slowly stood up but lost her balance again, this time clutching onto Shivansh’s shirt tightly to keep herself upright. “Hold yourself, Roseheart,” he whispered.

“Roseheart?” she frowned. “What’s that? My name’s Prisha.”

“I know,” he smiled. “But I’m going to call you Roseheart.”

She made a confused little face but gave in. “Hmm... okay, fine. That’s... cute.” She leaned closer, a soft smile playing on her lips. “You know, you’re actually really nice. I like you. I like your personality, Mr...”

She paused, then added with a dreamy look in her eyes, “You know what I liked the most about you yesterday? Your eyes. They looked like they were hiding a thousand stories... stories you never told anyone. But... you can tell me. I promise I won’t tell anyone. Pinky promise.”

Shivansh opened his mouth to reply, but before he could, Prisha closed the gap between them and pressed her lips against his.

It was sudden. Unpredictable. Her lips were soft but desperate—seeking safety, not just romance. His eyes widened, caught completely off guard. But he didn’t stop her. Something in that moment held him frozen. He kissed her back, gently, letting her lead, letting her release all the pain she had buried. Her lips trembled, and slowly, tears began to roll down her cheeks. She broke the kiss and wrapped her arms tightly around him, sobbing softly against his chest.

“I don’t want to go back,” she whispered. “I don’t want to get married. Please... just hide me. Hide me somewhere.”

Shivansh exhaled deeply, placing a protective hand on her head. “Don’t worry. You’re with me now. Nobody’s going to touch you. You’re safe, Prisha.”

Wrapped in his arms, warm and secure, Prisha finally felt peace. The alcohol, the emotions, the exhaustion—it all blended together. Slowly, she closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, safe in the embrace of a stranger who, somehow, didn’t feel like a stranger at all.

But what they didn’t know was—someone had been watching. Hidden in the crowd, someone had taken a photograph at just the right moment. A photo that captured Prisha in Shivansh’s arms, kissing him—intensely, emotionally. Her face was clearly visible in the dim golden lights of the club, her eyes closed, lips locked, expression raw with vulnerability. Shivansh’s face, however, remained in the shadows, conveniently hidden by the angle of the shot. And within seconds, that picture was sent to someone... someone who wasn’t supposed to see it. A silent trigger had been pulled. A game had begun.

Back in the club, Shivansh gently lifted the now half-asleep Prisha into his arms, cradling her against his chest like she weighed nothing at all. She murmured something incoherent, then nuzzled closer, her body relaxing as if she finally felt safe. Without sparing a glance toward the crowd, Shivansh walked through the velvet-lined corridor toward the VIP suite he had booked earlier that evening—a private, soundproof room tucked away from the chaos of the club, meant for moments exactly like this... though certainly not under these circumstances.

Meanwhile, in the crowd outside, Vanshika’s heart raced in panic. She was circling the entire club, looking around frantically for Prisha. Her eyes scanned every corner, every booth, even the washrooms. But her best friend was nowhere to be found. Her fear grew by the second. Where the hell did she go? Just when she was about to inform the security or possibly break down, her phone buzzed. A message.

"Main ghar jaa rahi hu. Tum bhi chali jao. Bahut late ho gaya."

It was from Prisha’s number.

Vanshika exhaled sharply, almost sinking into the nearest seat from sheer relief. “God, this girl will kill me someday! Completely mad... She made a scene about not wanting to go home and now she left without a word?” she grumbled to herself. Still, knowing Prisha’s emotional state, she decided not to press the issue. “Maybe it’s for the best,” she thought. “She needs rest. We’ll talk in the morning.” With a huff and a tired shake of her head, Vanshika finally exited the club and headed home, never knowing that the message wasn’t really from Prisha.

It was from Shivansh.

He had seen Vanshika’s name flash again and again on Prisha’s phone as it buzzed beside her. But Prisha, now completely dazed from the alcohol and emotionally drained, had no energy to respond. She didn’t want to go home, not tonight. So, to avoid Vanshika panicking or coming back looking for her, Shivansh had typed out a simple, believable message and sent it to Vanshika from Prisha’s phone—calmly, efficiently, and with careful words. Just enough to remove suspicion. Just enough to keep her away.

Because tonight... Prisha wasn’t going home.

And Shivansh wasn’t letting her out of his sight.

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