"Yeh chapter likhne ka asli maqsad sirf ek hai – tum logon ka dil jeetna! Ab batao, jeet paayi ki nahi?" 😉❤️

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"Pehli nazar mein kaise jaadu kar diya
Tera ban baithein, mera jiya
Jaane kya hoga, kya hoga kya pata
Is pal ko milke aa jee le zara"

"Mein hoon yahan, tu hai yahan
Meri baahon mein aa aa bhi jaa
O jaan-e-jaan, dono jahan
Meri baahon mein aa, bhool jaa"

"Pehli nazar mein kaise jaadu kar diya
Tera ban baithein, mera jiya"

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The sun rose lazily over Banaras, casting a golden hue over the ancient ghats. The sound of temple bells mixed with the soft murmur of the Ganga, and the narrow streets buzzed with life. The aroma of freshly made kachoris and jalebis filled the air, and the city, as always, seemed alive with devotion and chaos. Amidst this everyday beauty, a new day of school awaited Manya Sharma.

“Jaldi kar, Manya! Tu hamesha late hoti hai!” Navya Randhawa’s voice blared through the phone as Manya tried — and failed — to find her other shoe.“Haan, bas nikal rahi hoon!” Manya huffed, grabbing her bag and rushing down the stairs. Her mother, Anjali Sharma, gave her an affectionate but exasperated look.“Yeh ladki kabhi time pe nahi chal sakti,” her father Arvind Sharma muttered behind his newspaper.

“Bye, Ma! Bye, Papa!” she called out, not waiting for their response as she sprinted out the door.

As she cycled towards school, the wind played with her hair, and a small smile crept onto her face. Despite the chaos of her mornings, she loved Banaras — the familiarity of the streets, the comforting sound of bhajans playing from every corner, and the endless stories these lanes carried.

When she reached the school gate, she spotted Navya immediately — her sunshine of a best friend, waving like a maniac. Beside her stood Yamini Thakur, the third part of their inseparable trio.

“Tujhe toh time ka koi sense hi nahi hai!” Navya scolded, though her face broke into a grin.

“Ab aagayi hoon na!” Manya teased, linking arms with them.

As they walked toward their class, the crowd in the corridor parted slightly — and that’s when she saw him.

Ansh Randhawa.

Manya’s heart did that weird little flip it always did when she saw him. He stood near his locker, calm and focused, as if the chaos around him didn’t exist. Tall, with sharp features and a quiet intensity, he was the kind of person who didn’t even need to try to stand out.

“Staring alert,” Yamini whispered, nudging Manya.

“I — main dekh bhi nahi rahi thi!” she protested weakly, her face already warm.

Navya laughed. “Bas Bhagwan Ji se pooja kar rahi thi na?”

“Very funny,” Manya muttered, her eyes flickering back to Ansh despite herself.

But he didn’t even glance their way — not that she expected him to. Ansh Randhawa was her brother Rudra’s best friend, but that didn’t mean he ever noticed her. She was just Rudra’s little sister.

“Let’s go before we’re late,” Manya said quickly, dragging her friends away.

Later that day…

The classroom buzzed with chatter as the teacher stepped out for a few minutes. Manya was halfway through copying notes when she heard Navya giggling behind her.

“Dekho kaun aa raha hai!”

Before she could react, Rudra plopped down in the empty seat next to her. “Kya haal hai, chhoti?” he teased.

“Mat bula mujhe chhoti!” Manya shot back.

But then her breath caught. Because right behind Rudra, Ansh walked in. He gave a polite nod to Navya and Yamini before turning his calm, steady gaze to her.

“Manya, right?” His voice was deeper than she expected.

She blinked, words failing her.

“Uh… haan?”

“I’ve heard a lot about you,” he said, a faint smile tugging at his lips.

Rudra groaned. “Mat sun! Iski tareef sun sun ke pagal ho jayega tu bhi!”

Ansh’s eyes twinkled with quiet amusement, but he didn’t say anything more as he sat next to Rudra. Manya’s heart was now practically a drumroll.

“Zinda ho?” Yamini whispered.

“Barely,” Manya whispered back.

After school…

As they cycled home, Navya couldn’t stop teasing. “Bhai ne tujhse baat ki!”

“Bas ek line boli thi!” Manya said, though the butterflies in her stomach hadn’t calmed down yet.

“Phir bhi! Progres ho rahi hai!”

“Bas Bhagwan Ji ko hi pata hai progress kab hogi…” Manya sighed dramatically.

Unbeknownst to her, not too far away, Ansh Randhawa was having a very different conversation.

“Tu Manya ko kyun introduce kar raha tha?” Vihaan Mehra teased, riding his cycle next to him.

“She’s Rudra’s sister,” Ansh said simply.

“But you noticed her,” Vihaan sing-songed.

Ansh didn’t respond, but later that evening, when his mind drifted to a certain shy girl with mischievous eyes, he realized Vihaan might not be entirely wrong.

"Chalo bhai, abhi ke liye itna hi! Tum log mujhe miss karo tab tak main next chapter likhne ja rahi hoon!" 😆🔥

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