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Ragni ne aaj chemistry ka kamaal dikhaya,

Yushra ne pure chapter ka hungama machaya,

Izaan bhi kareeb aaye... Trisha se mulaqaat ne kahani ko aur gehra bana diya,

Par sabse bada sawaal yeh hai

woh safed gulab rakh kar kaun chala gaya?

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18+ chapter ahead. Read it at your own risk (🔞) (and it's my first time writing this kind of scenes 😭 I am sorry if I mess or does not reach your expectations)

Agni's POV

"It's okay, I will wash it. You sit" he said gently, guiding me to sit on his bed.

Did he... seriously just say he will wash my period stain? Since when did I get this lucky?

Or are all men actually like this and I just never met one?

"Do you have sanitary pads?" he asked. I shook my head quietly.

"Okay. Stay right here, don't go anywhere. I will be back soon" he said and before I could even process anything, he rushed out of the room.

I just sat there, absolutely stunned, my brain refusing to catch up with what just happened.

His kindness felt so unexpected... almost unreal.

The silence in the room felt heavier once he left.

His footsteps faded down the hallway, but somehow... the warmth of his presence stayed behind. It clung to the air, to the bedsheets, to the stupid thudding of my heartbeat.

I lay back for a moment, telling myself it was just to relax, just to breathe properly.

But the second my head touched his pillow, a strange tiredness washed over me slow, warm, like someone draped a soft blanket over my senses.

My eyes fluttered shut.

Just for a moment, I told myself.

Just a moment.

The mattress dipped.

My eyes snapped open automatically... and he was sitting beside me.

No sound of the door. No warning. Just him.

His cheeks were slightly pink, hair messy like he had run faster than lightning. He held the packet of sanitary pads like it was something precious.

"I got them" he said quietly, almost breathless.

I sat up a little. "You didn't have to rush so much"

"I did" His voice was simple, honest. "You needed them"

I didn't know what to say. My chest felt too full, too tight.

He placed the packet on the side table, then turned back to me. His gaze softened so gentle that it made something inside me melt, something I never let anyone touch.

"Agni" he murmured, reaching up to move my hair aside. "You act like nothing affects you. But I see you. More than you think"

My breath caught.

His fingers brushed my jaw, slow and careful, like he thought I might pull away. But I didn't. I couldn't.

He leaned closer, his forehead resting against mine. His breath was warm on my lips, and my hand somehow found his shirt, gripping it lightly.

I didn't even realize I was pulling him closer until our noses almost touched.

His lips brushed mine just barely like he was waiting for permission. The softest, warmest touch. But it set every nerve in my body on fire.

I closed my eyes and felt the kiss deepen.

"Agni..." he whispered against my skin, his voice low enough to make my stomach flip.

His hands moved with slow, deliberate tenderness touching, exploring, learning me like he would dreamed of this moment. Every brush of his fingers sent a wave of warmth spiraling through me. My heartbeat was so loud I was sure he could feel it.

He pulled me closer by the waist, our bodies fitting together like they belonged that way. I felt his breath against my collarbone, warm and shaky, and something inside me melted completely.

My own hands slid up his arms, feeling the tension in his muscles, the way he held back like he didn't want to rush me. That restraint... that control... was somehow even more intimate.

Our breaths tangled. Our bodies pressed. Every barrier between us felt like it was dissolving.

His forehead rested against mine again, but this time our bodies were tangled, our warmth blending, every inch of closeness humming with unspoken want.

"Tell me to stop..." he whispered, though his thumb was tracing slow circles on my skin that said he didn't want to.

"I--don't" I breathed, surprising even myself

His mouth roamed my face softly at first kissing my forehead, then my cheeks, each press warm and tender like he was memorizing me. I sighed, tilting my head as his lips trailed down to my neck, sucking lightly, making me shiver with every gentle bite.

One hand wandered over my body slowly, exploring every curve sliding up my side, cupping my breast, thumb brushing my nipple until it hardened under his touch. The other hand moved lower, slipping between my legs, fingers finding my wetness and pushing inside gently, then faster, making me gasp.

"Rakshit" I whispered, my hips lifting to meet his rhythm. He kissed my neck harder, fingers curling deep, stroking that spot that built heat inside me quick. His exploring hand squeezed my hip, holding me steady as waves of pleasure grew stronger.

Our breaths mixed fast now, his mouth back on my face, kissing my eyelids, my nose, then claiming my lips hungrily. Fingers pumped steadily, slick and urgent, thumb rubbing my clit in circles while his other hand traced my stomach, my thighs touching everywhere, owning me completely.

I gripped his shoulders, moaning into his kiss, body tight and ready to break.

"Yes, just like that" I breathed. He growled low, fingers thrusting deeper, mouth hot on my neck again, pushing me right to the edge with simple, perfect need.

"Mine to devour" he growled against my neck, the words vibrating through me as his fingers thrust deeper, harder, claiming every inch with possessive hunger that made my core clench around him.

His mouth stayed hot on my skin, kissing and sucking along my jaw while one hand roamed my curves squeezing my breast, pinching my nipple just enough to spark fire.

The other hand worked relentlessly between my thighs, two fingers plunging in slick rhythm, curling to hit that sweet spot over and over, thumb pressing firm circles on my clit. I arched wildly, nails digging into his back, breaths coming in sharp gasps as pleasure coiled tighter.

"Rakshit- fuck, yes" I moaned, hips bucking to match his urgent pace, our bodies slick with sweat. He lifted his head, eyes dark and feral, capturing my lips in a bruising kiss before trailing back down my neck, biting softly.

"All mine" he rasped, adding a third finger, stretching me full, thrusting faster, the wet sounds mixing with my whimpers.

His exploring hand slid to my ass, gripping hard to angle me better, letting his fingers drive even deeper, relentless and devouring. Pressure built like a storm, my walls fluttering, my body trembling on the edge.

"Cum for me, My blaze, let me taste your surrender" he demanded, mouth latching onto my collarbone, sucking a mark as his thrusts turned savage.

I was right on the verge of cumming, my body tight and shaking, waves of heat crashing closer as Rakshit's fingers drove deeper, his mouth hot on my neck whispering "mine"

I jolted awake with a sharp gasp, my heart pounding like a drum in my chest.

The room spun for a second, dark and quiet except for my heavy breathing. His bed. I was still on Rakshit's bed, sheets twisted around me, but.....

......he wasn't there. No warm body, no thrusting fingers, no possessive growls. Just me, alone, chest heaving like I had run a marathon.

My hand flew between my legs instinctively- fuck, I was soaked. Completely wet, slick with arousal that had built up in the dream, my panties drenched and clinging uncomfortably.

But worse, a sharp cramp twisted low in my belly, and I felt the warm stickiness of blood mixing with it all. I sat up fast, pulling back the white bedsheet, and there it was: a big, ugly stain spreading out dark red from my period blood smeared with the clear glisten of my cum.

Both together, ruining his perfect sheets like some messy crime scene. My face burned hot with shame, thighs sticky and trembling from the aftershocks of that fake orgasm still echoing through me.

"What the fvck" I muttered to myself, my voice shaky and low, slapping my cheeks lightly with both hands to wipe away the sweat beading on my skin. Tap, tap - harder this time, trying to snap out of it, to erase the haze of that dream-Rakshit who felt so real, so demanding.

"What the fuck was I dreaming about? Him? Like that?" My breaths came in short bursts, chest rising and falling too fast, nipples still hard against my shirt from those phantom touches that lingered like ghosts.

Just then, the room door burst open, and Rakshit rushed in hurriedly, bags in hand. I froze, blinking up at him with wide, innocent eyes, my heart slamming against my ribs like it wanted to escape.

"What happened? Why are you standing there like you have seen some horrible dream?" he asked, concern etching his face as he hurried over to me, dumping the bags on the couch without a second glance.

I licked my dry lips nervously, wetting them with my tongue, and stammered out, "N-nothing like that"

He stepped closer, his hand reaching out to gently press against my forehead, checking my temperature like I was some fragile kid.

"Your body temperature seems fine

in fact, you are all sweaty, like you have just come back from some hard workout" he said, his voice a mix of worry and teasing, his touch sending unwelcome sparks through my already frazzled nerves.

"Anyway, here" he added quickly, turning toward the couch. He rummaged through one of the bags and pulled out a packet of sanitary pads along with a fresh pair of undergarments, holding them out to me casually, like it was the most normal thing in the world.

"Go on, change" he said, handing them over with that steady gaze of his.

"Wait..." he stopped me mid-motion, holding up a finger. He strode over to the cupboard nearby, yanked it open, and grabbed a pair of his track pants and a loose T-shirt.

"Here, wear these. Go change." I took everything from him in a daze, my fingers brushing his accidentally, and bolted toward the bathroom, the door clicking shut behind me like a lifeline.

My face burned hotter than ever, embarrassment flooding me so bad my mouth went completely dry again.

If Rakshit ever found out I had been dreaming about him like that- his hands on me, fingers inside me, that possessive growl- god, what would he think? Chi chi, total gross.

I would die on the spot, no question. Leaning against the bathroom door, I squeezed my eyes shut, heart still racing, the dream's heat clashing with the cold splash of reality.

How the hell was I supposed to face him now?

Ayushmaan's POV

Chhaya's grip tightened around my bicep, her fake nails digging in like claws as she shot Abhimanyu a glare sharp enough to slice through steel.

Her ex-boyfriend. Great.

Abhimanyu smirked, rolling his shoulders like he was posing for a slow-motion camera

"Ayushmaan's tail is still wagging, huh? But babe... you know I am the upgrade" Abhimanyu said while winking

He even winked. Winked. Like he was auditioning for the role of

'Clown of the Year'

Before I could even respond, jealousy kicked her in the brain and Chhaya spun around...shoving me aside so suddenly I actually stumbled a step. Her cheeks went tomato-red, anger and embarrassment blending in perfect chaos.

"Abhi? You? Upgrade?" she barked. "Please. You are the downgrade of downgrades. Broke, jobless, and that haircut" she said while pointing her forefinger to his hairs

"God... looks like someone ran a lawnmower over your head in the dark" She continued while laughing

She jabbed a finger hard into his chest. But instead of getting offended, Abhimanyu laughed- loud, shameless, and dramatic.....then grabbed her hand mid-poke and pulled her into a theatrical dip like some overacted Bollywood climax.

"Just admit it" he said, grinning up at her, eyes softening in a way he probably didn't even realise.

"You still miss my charm" Abhimanyu said it like he was confessing something... not teasing.

Chhaya's entire face flushed bright red, from her cheeks to the tips of her ears.

And me? I couldn't stop the smile tugging at my lips now

Well... actually...

To all those people who keep accusing me-- haan haan tum hi log😒🫵🏻

I am not her boyfriend.

And she is not my girlfriend.

Chhaya recently broke up with Abhimanyu, and even before that, he and I have always had a 36 ka akda going on.

We fight, we compete, we argue bas bina reason ke hi. But Chhaya? She's a good friend in our group. That's it.

And she literally begged me to pretend to be her boyfriend for a while. Honestly, was I going to miss a golden chance to irritate Abhimanyu?

No way. So I agreed.

But here's the thing...

My enmity with Abhimanyu is one side. His love for Chhaya is another.

And if I am being brutally honest...

I actually want them to end up together. Because they love each other so stupidly, so loudly and they are the biggest green-flag couple in our entire college.

Their breakup news? That was a full, explosive, breaking-news level scandal. But the real blast happened the next day.....When the whole college thought I was dating her.

That chaos......Even our principal couldn't handle it lol

Chhaya screamed and tried to kick him while pulling away. She moved so much that she lost her balance, and her heel flew off. It shot across the ground and slid all the way to where Harsh was standing.

It hit Harsh straight on the leg, and he jumped up like something had attacked him

"Watch it, psycho" he shouted, quickly throwing the heel aside.

Ezra, who was standing nearby, covered her mouth to hold back a laugh, her eyes wide as she watched the chaos unfold

"Chalo, kisi ne toh heel pheki uske upar" Ezra whispered to herself, trying hard not to laugh. But I heard it. And I couldn't stop a small chuckle from escaping.

(Hush, atleast someone throw heels on him)

"Okay, guys, enough" I said, pointing at Chhaya and Abhimanyu.

"You two, go do your romance somewhere else"

Then I turned to Harsh.

"And you...get out of here. Go back to wherever you came from"

He rolled his eyes at me.

"I am a student here" he snapped. "Who the hell are you to tell me to leave? Tumhara toh roz ka nikal-nikal shuru rehta hai. Tu nikal"

(Everyday you just tell me to leave-leave. You leave / you get lost)

Before I could reply, Ezra suddenly shouted, "WHAT THE F*CK? Tumne yahan admission le liya"

(You took admission here?)

And while talking, she pushed me to the side. I stumbled back.

Seriously. What is wrong with girls?

First Chhaya, now Ezra. Is pushing me some kind of new hobby?

"Haan" Harsh said, dusting off his imaginary dirt like he was in some hero entry scene.

(Yes)

"Why?" Ezra asked sharply.

"Kyun kya? I also want to study" he replied casually.

(What why?)

"Then study somewhere else" Ezra shot back. "Your brother is the number one businessman. He can get you admission anywhere. Go ask him"

And I stood there thinking...

Who the hell is his brother?

Harsh flipped his hair dramatically.

"I got admission because of my brother, sweetheart"

Bas. Ab yeh thoda zyada nakhre nahi dikha raha? Should I smack him once?

(Isn't he showing off too much?)

Hoga iska bhai number-one businessman... Hum bhi kisi se kam nahi!

(His brother must be the number one businessman... I am no less than anyone)

He has one brother.

I have two. I will survive even if I beat the sh*t out of him. Kya bolti public?

"I don't even want to talk to you. I am leaving. Do whatever you want" Ezra said and walked toward the classroom side.

"Arey, wait- " I called out and immediately followed behind my jungli billi

She spun around slightly, irritation written all over her face.

"Why are you following me?" she snapped, walking even faster.

"Arre yaar, why are you throwing his anger at me, poor me?" I said, widening my eyes innocently.

At least... I tried to look innocent.

She suddenly turned toward me with force, and her loose hair brushed against my face.

The moment her hair touched my skin, I instinctively closed my eyes and breathed in the soft scent.

Wait. Did I just find my new obsession?

Her hair?

Her fragrance?

"Why would I take out my anger on you?" she asked, confused.

"If you want to take it out on me, I will gladly take it" I replied without thinking.

Her eyebrows shot up.

"What?"

I blinked, realising what I had just said

"N-nothing" I muttered quickly.

Trying to change the topic, I said,

"Well... I was asking if you want, I can cancel his admission. I don't care who his brother is. This whole college belongs to us Thakurs. Just say the word"

She scoffed.

"I don't need your favours. If I want to cancel his admission, I will ask either Kiaan or Rakshit"

"Yaar now you are angry at me" I said seriously. "What did I do?"

She exhaled sharply.

"Your existence is doing a lot to me. Just... leave me alone" Her voice was irritated, tired... and something else. Something heavy.

She turned away, walking fast, clearly disturbed.

I stepped forward, catching up to her, and gently grabbed her arm, pulling her toward me.

Our bodies brushed.

Our foreheads touched.

And for a second, everything around us stopped.

"Don't ever talk to me like that" I whispered, my voice low, possessive.

"And don't tell me to leave you alone. You can leave me if you want... but I can never leave you"

Her eyes stayed closed.

Mine too.

But when I opened mine, I saw a tear slip down her cheek- just one.

And it shattered something inside me.

I immediately stepped back.

"Ezra" I whispered, my voice breaking a little, "please... Now why are you crying?"

"J-just... leave me alone" she hiccuped, turning her face away.

I stared at her for a moment her trembling shoulders, her watery eyes and something inside me snapped.

Without thinking anymore, I grabbed her arm gently and started pulling her with me toward my jeep.

"W-what are you doing? Let me go" she said, struggling in my hold, trying to wiggle free.

But I didn't stop.

Not when she was hurting.

Not when she was crying.

She kept struggling as I pulled her toward the jeep.

"Maan! Stop it! Leave me!" she shouted, trying to free her hand, but her voice wasn't angry. It was shaky.

Broken.

I opened the passenger door and gently pushed her inside not forcefully, but firmly enough that she couldn't escape her own emotions.

She sat down with a thump, still breathing unevenly, still wiping her tears with the back of her hand.

I lowered myself to her level outside the jeep door and held the edge of the seat, trying to meet her eyes.

"Ezra... look at me" I said softly.

"No" she whispered and turned her face toward the window.

"I said look at me" I repeated, but this time my voice came out rough, filled with frustration and worry.

Slowly... she turned. Her eyes were red, her nose was pink, and her mouth trembled the way it does when she's trying too hard to stay strong.

My chest tightened painfully.

"Yaar... itni badi ladki ho and still you cry like a lost child" I said gently, brushing away a tear that slipped down before she could hide it.

She slapped my hand away weakly.

"Don't touch me"

"Then stop crying" I murmured. "Because I can't see you like this"

She looked away again, pulling her knees up slightly like she wanted to disappear.

Without thinking, I got into the jeep, sliding into the passenger seat beside her.

I took her wrists gently and pulled her hands away from her face.

"Ezra... look at me" My tone was soft, almost pleading.

"I don't want to cry" she whispered.

"Then don't" I said.

Wahh my consoling skills

"I am right here" I said trying to cover up

She finally looked at me.

For a long moment, neither of us spoke. The air between us was warm, heavy, electric like something was pulling us closer without permission.

Her breath mixed with mine.

I slowly reached out, touching her cheek with my thumb not to wipe tears this time, just to feel if she was okay.

She didn't stop me.

In fact, she leaned into my touch a little.

"Ezra..." I whispered, my heart beating like crazy

"You can cry with me. But don't ever walk away from me and don't ever tell me to leave you alone when you breaking. I curse myself for all the moments you needed me and i wasn't there. I am really sorry" I said genuinely

Her eyes softened, and another tear fell.

But this time... I caught it with my thumb before it could touch her skin.

I cupped her cheek fully now, my fingers sliding behind her ear.

"Ezra..." I whispered, leaning closer, "you don't have to pretend with me. Not strong... not okay... not happy"

Her lips trembled.

"I- I am just tired" she whispered, finally letting the truth spill out. "Everything feels heavy"

"I know" I murmured

My arms moved on their own, wrapping around her gently, like she would break if I held her too tight.

For the first time in years... she let me hold her.

After a few moments, when her breathing steadied a little, I pulled back and brushed her hair from her face.

"Come let's go" I said softly.

She looked up, confused.

"Where?"

I didn't answer.

I gave her a teasing smile and said,

"You will see"

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Izna's POV

Kiaan and I were on his bike, heading toward the hospital to meet Trisha. Before starting the ride, he gently placed the helmet on my head, adjusting the strap like he always does careful, steady, almost protective.

Then he looked at me and said,

"Hold me tight"

And I did.



My arms wrapped around him, the cold wind brushing against us as the bike moved through the streets... but my mind wasn't calm at all. There was this strange, uneasy feeling swirling inside me.

I don't know why... maybe because this was the first time I was going to meet Trisha. The first time I would see her

And somewhere inside, it made my heart feel heavier than it should

My thoughts completely scattered the moment Kiaan increased the speed of the bike.

God, he really drives so fast. And instead of slowing down, he was going even faster.

"Aahhh slow down! Slow down!" I squealed, squeezing my eyes shut and clutching his jacket at the waist like my life depended on it.

"Buttercup... I am driving the bike, not you" he said, finally easing down the speed a little.

Wait.

What did he mean by that tone?

"Ughhh, disgusting. Your mind is so dirty!" I groaned, lightly smacking his shoulder.

"Hey! I didn't even say anything. My mind is completely innocent who knows what you were imagining" he shot back, teasing me.

"Shut up" I muttered and rolled my eyes even though he couldn't see it.

"Tch tch, Buttercup... and here I thought you were innocent" he said, turning his head slightly toward me while still riding.

"I am innocent. Stop using your brain too much and focus on the road. If you keep looking at me again and again, we will fall" I snapped.

"Fall? I am already, jaan... long ago. And if you fall, I will catch you. Don't worry" he said softly.

"Liar" I grumbled and tried to pull my hands away from his waist, placing them behind me on the seat instead.

"Khuda na kare, but if a moment like that ever comes... just see how I will hold you. And keep your hands here" he said firmly, almost protectively.

Then with one hand still on the bike handle, he reached back, grabbed my hand, pulled it forward, and placed it around his waist again. I didn't argue this time.

"Now put the other hand too like a good girl... and hold tight" he instructed. And I obeyed of course I did.

"Good girl" he murmured, and I could practically feel the smirk on his face.

Why do I feel like his mind is drifting into dirty territory again?

"Focus on driving. And drive slowly" I said, rolling my eyes again.

"Sure, meri jaan... I will drive very, very slowly" he replied in a tone that made it painfully obvious he was teasing again.

Oh, he was definitely thinking something dirty.

"I don't want to sit now...stop the bike. Your mind is disgusting" I protested, starting to pull my hands away again.

"Okay, okay Buttercup... I won't tease you anymore. Keep your hands on my waist and hold me tightly. No hidden meaning. I will drive slowly" he promised.

I placed my hands back on his jacket, grumbling a soft, "Hmm"

And without realizing it, I ended up hugging his back, my cheek brushing lightly against his shoulder as the bike moved forward, slowly this time.

By the time we were done teasing and arguing, we had already reached the hospital.

Kiaan parked his bike, and together we walked inside, heading straight toward Trisha's special ward.

We were just about to step into the room when a nurse approached us.

"Mr. Kiaan, can you give us a moment?" she asked politely.

"Yes" he replied, and walked a little ahead with her.

"Sir, actually this month's expenses have increased... and the billing settlement for this month is still pending. Could you clear it today?" she said, sounding a bit worried.

"Yes, sure" he nodded.

"And also..." she continued talking, but my attention drifted away.

My mind... suddenly pulled toward Trisha's room.

Because I felt someone's presence.

A man walked out of her room wrapped in a shawl. And for a second... he looked exactly like Arnav bhai.

My breath hitched.

"BUTTERCUP!" Kiaan's voice snapped me back as he shook my arm lightly.

"H- haan?" I blinked slowly.

"Where were you lost? I have been calling you" he said, frowning a little.

"I- I am sorry... my mind wandered off for a moment" I murmured.

"Okay. You wait inside the room. I will finish the settlement and come" he said.

I nodded quietly, still thinking about that man...And the strange feeling that washed over me as he walked out of Trisha's ward.

WHO IS HE?

I pushed the door gently and stepped inside Trisha's room.

The moment I entered... everything inside me froze.

There she was.

Trisha.

I had heard about her condition... but seeing her like this with my own eyes

Nothing could have prepared me for it.

Her head was wrapped in thick bandages. A drip was connected to her fragile arm. Her skin looked pale... almost translucent, like every bit of warmth had been drained out of her. Her lips had lost their color, and her breathing was so faint, so quiet, I had to look twice to be sure she was really breathing.

My chest tightened painfully.

This was the girl I'd heard so much about. The girl who had once been so full of life.

But lying here... she looked like a broken doll. Still, fragile, untouched by the world, yet hurting all over.

Slowly, I walked closer to her bed almost scared I might disturb her.

"Trisha..." I whispered, even though I knew she wouldn't reply.

My eyes burned. I didn't even realize a tear slipped until it fell on my hand.

I wiped it quickly, but then something else caught my attention.

A fresh, white rose.

Placed neatly on the small side table beside her bed.

Fresh. Pure. Just recently kept there.

My brows furrowed.

Who...?

There was no one else inside.

And Kiaan hadn't entered the room yet.

A knot formed in my stomach, replaying that moment the man wrapped in a shawl walking out of her room. The one who looked like Arnav bhai.

But why would he-

No. My mind was probably overthinking. That's all.

Still... I couldn't shake off the strange feeling that washed over me.

I looked back at Trisha, her stillness, her silent pain... and my heart quietly whispered a promise I didn't even plan to make:

Whoever put you here... whoever hurt you... one day we will find out and will punish them

I gently adjusted her blanket, even though the nurses must have done it moments ago.

"You are not alone. Get up soon" I murmured softly.

And for the first time since stepping into the room... I wished I knew her earlier. I wished I k

new the story behind her wounds.

Because something told me...

this wasn't just sympathy.

This was a story waiting to unfold.

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That's it for today guys. I hope you'll enjoyyyyyyyyed it