POV:
Sanvi bolts like her life depends on it—no joke, her heart is racing faster than a freaking Formula 1 car engine. She zips into her classroom, grabs her lunch like it's an Olympic event, and scarf it down in record time. Just then, Harsh strolls in, smirking like he knows something.
Harsh (teasingly):
"Why are you even eating lunch? From the look on your face, it seems like you've already eaten someone alive."
Sanvi (blushing hard):
"Shut up, you idiot! It's not like that. I just…went to meet my sister, that's all!"
Harsh:
"For fifteen minutes? What kind of sister talk is this, huh? Spill the tea!"
Sanvi:
"Ugh, just girl stuff. You wouldn't get it."
Harsh:
"Liar, liar, crush on fire! Everyone knows you and Pranjal are basically the school's breaking news right now."
Sanvi (eyes popping out like she saw a ghost):
"EXCUSE ME?! How is that even possible? I haven't told anyone anything!"
Harsh:
"Oh please, you don't need to tell anyone. Your actions are louder than morning assembly announcements. You meet him every lunch, walk home with him—girl, even if people walked around blindfolded, they'd still know!"
Sanvi:
"Oh god, why is everyone more interested in my life than their own? Whatever, I don't care!"
Harsh:
"Well, you should care! Rumors are flying around faster than exam results, and if a teacher hears something, you're toast."
Sanvi:
"Ugh fine, I'll be careful from now on. Happy?"
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After School:
The moment Sanvi walks into her house, she tosses her bag like it's cursed, whips out her phone, unblocks Pranjal (yes girl, we see you), and types:
> "What happened today in the library… was really special. I'll remember it forever."
She freshens up, eats dinner like a good girl, and then… sits staring at her phone like a lovesick golden retriever waiting for a text.
Meanwhile, in another corner of the house, Aashvi is judging HARD.
Aashvi (thinking):
"What even happened to her?! Wasn't she the one saying she'd never talk to him again? And now look—she's practically DROOLING to text him. Girl, make it make sense."
A little while later, Pranjal texts back, and boom—Sanvi and Pranjal are off into their mushy-gushy love chat universe. Hearts, blushes, and sweet nothings flying all over the place.
And Aashvi?
She's watching from the sidelines, steam practically shooting out of her ears.
Scene: The Betrayal Begins
Aashvi (coldly):
"So… tell me something, Sanvi. Do you really think Pranjal is someone worth trusting?"
Sanvi (confidently, almost defiantly):
"Yes. And if he's not, I'll make him worth trusting. But honestly, I don't have to—he already is. After all, he doesn't even talk to you anymore."
Aashvi (with a devilish chuckle, like she's been waiting for this moment):
"Exactly. He doesn't talk to me anymore… which is why he's so happily talking to someone else now. Ever heard of Khushi? Yeah? The girl who sticks to him like a leech, giggling, holding hands, brushing up on him like they're in a romance drama. Sometimes her… boobs… even 'accidentally' press against his chest. And FYI? They've been talking since the time you were in a relationship with him."
Silence.
The world stops spinning for a second.
Sanvi's fingers freeze mid-air. Her face turns pale—no, blue—as if all the blood just drained out of her. Her throat tightens, and all she can hear is the echo of Aashvi's words, slicing into her like glass.
Sanvi (in a broken whisper):
"I trusted him… I just trusted him today… and this is what I find out?"
Her hands tremble as she types:
> "Pranjal… who is Khushi?"
Pranjal (replying almost too quickly):
"Oh she's just a classmate. We're just friends. We hardly even talk."
Aashvi (from behind, arms folded like a villain revealing the twist):
"He talks to her on Instagram too. Constantly."
Sanvi turns to him again—furious, betrayed.
> "You talk to her on Insta too?"
Pranjal:
"Yeah… I mean, not much. Just like, random DMs. Nothing serious."
Sanvi (sarcastically):
"Oh yeah? Just random enough for her boobs to land on your chest, huh? Must be so much fun, right?"
Pranjal (trying to damage control):
"You've got it all wrong, Sanvi! I'm not doing anything—she's the one who sticks to me, not the other way around!"
Sanvi (voice shaking, on the edge of breaking down):
"I'm tired, Pranjal. Tired of hearing these stories… tired of believing in you just to get hurt again. One more word about you and her—and I swear, I won't even look at your face again."
Pranjal (defensive):
"Okay okay! Fine. Whatever you want."
But it's too late.
Aashvi (mocking):
"You're a fool, Sanvi. Trusting him? You've seen nothing. If only you knew what he really does in class. I've seen it all. I know the truth."
Sanvi (snapping, screaming):
"I'll deal with it MY way, okay?! You keep your mouth shut, Aashvi! Don't you dare say another word about him!"
BOOM.
Aashvi storms out of the room, slamming the door behind her, leaving Sanvi trembling in a storm of pain, anger, and unanswered questions.
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