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Well I know, I didn't tell about the tropes of this story and many of you're must wondering what will we get to read in the story. Actually, being honest, I also don't know how do I name the tropes in this story because their are many things going to happen in it, but let me give you a glimpse of it...

TROPES

· Arrange marriage

· Forced proximity

· She fell first she thinks.

· He fell harder that you can't even name.

· Her weak side only for him.

· Possessive male lead

· Strong female lead.

· Love or torcher.

· Dark past.

· Mystery, Thriller and

· many more...

Author

It's early morning. The soft, golden sunlight spills gently into the room. n a wooden table, books are scattered around, some open, as if mid-thought. Nearby, a bed carries a lazy mess of clothes, casually thrown. A laptop sits open among the books, glowing slightly as a girl types, focused, working.

Suddenly, her phone rings. She picks it up, smiling faintly, and answers, "Hello?" her voice sweet and gentle.

A deep, heavy voice responds from the other side-clearly her father, "Are you going to college today?"

Smiling, softly teasing she says, "Yes, Papa. What kind of question is that?"

His voice playful and warm, "Alright... and when are you coming home?"

She looks out the window for a moment, a soft thought passing her eyes...

This is when her face reveals, She's stunning in the simplest way-

- An oval-shaped face framed by slightly messy, sun-kissed hair.

- Big, doe-like eyes with dark brown pupils that hold a certain depth-like she's always half-lost in a beautiful thought.

- Her lips are smooth and soft, curling into the gentlest of smiles. Her nose, a little prominent, adds a unique charm to her perfectly imperfect features.

- Round, rosy cheeks catch the light as she smiles to herself, lost in the warmth of her father's voice.

- There's a glow on her face-not just from the sunlight, but from within. She's one of those people who don't need anything extra to look beautiful. She just... is.

She is Khyati.

she replies softly, still holding the phone close, "Papa... I'm not sure yet, but our vacations start next week. So maybe... I'll come home next Sunday."

As she says this, she quickly glances at the time, her eyes widening.

She says hurriedly, "Oh no! I'm getting late!"

She starts stuffing her things into her bag-books, charger, notebooks-grabbing a jacket from the bed in the rush. Yet, mid-motion, she speaks again, a bit curious, "But Papa, why are you suddenly asking all this? Is something wrong?"

Her father says gently, "Just missing you, Beta."

She pauses for a second, her expression softening. "I'm missing you too... but I'll talk to you later, Papa. I'm really getting late for college. Bye bye! Love you... lots and lots!" she said smilingly.

The man tries to say something more, his voice urgent and affectionate, "Hello? Hello? Listen... Khyati-

But before he can finish, the call disconnects. She's already on her way out the door, the echo of her father's voice still lingering in the quiet room.

It's a cozy living room, warm and familiar. Sunlight filters through sheer curtains. On a sofa sit two people-Arnav Sharma and Anjana Sharma-Khyati's parents. A moment of silence passes between them.

Arnav stares at his phone screen for a moment longer, then chuckles softly, shaking his head.

He said with a fond smile, "I don't know what's going to happen with that girl...

Her name shouldn't have been Khyati-it should've been Rocket."

Anjana, sitting beside him, smiles faintly but her expression turns serious. She speaks with a hint of concern in her voice, "But... I think we should tell her, Arnav. She has the right to know."

Arnav's voice calm but firm, "No... I think it's better if we tell her on that day.

It'll be easier to explain everything then.

Anjana leans back slightly, troubled, her fingers nervously intertwined, "But you know how she is... she's mischievous. What if she does something... impulsive?"

Arnav gently reassuring Anjana, "Don't worry. She's our daughter. She's not the kind of girl who would insult or hurt anyone."

They both sit quietly for a moment, lost in thought, each carrying a piece of something unspoken, something that's waiting for the right time.

(In college)

"Hey vanilla." A girl said. "Hey, hi" Khyati replied.

"So how was your last day, vanilla?" girl asked to Khyati.

(her friends calls her vanilla because she smells something like that.)

"Not too good, it was too busy." Khyati replied. "um hm, and where are everyone else?" girl asked.

"Same place as always." Khyati said. "so let's go then." Girl said.

Those two went to their same spot in lawn where the rest of their friends were sitting. There are totally 5 friends in Khyati's college group. The girl with her is Priya. And rest of them who were sitting under a beautiful tree named Blue Jacaranda. There are three girls and two boys in the group, Rahul (who likes Khyati but he didn't tell her yet), Pracheen and Shreya. They all are in same college but with different department in their subjects.

"Lo aa gye late maha murtiyaan." pracheen said making priya glare at him in irritation. (here come the great statues)

"Shut up pracheen." Shreya said. "what happened Khyati, you never come this late?" Shreya asked.

"Nothing yrr, just papa called me this morning before leaving for college, and he asked me when I am visiting home?" Khyati said.

"Same, my mother asked me same." Rahul said. "but vacations are starting from next week. Right?" he asked.

"Yes, and I am going back home..." Pracheen completed.

"Me too, I am tired of giving my whole time to these theses, at least for once I'll get some rest." Khyati said being irritated. "I am leaving this Sunday, at least I'll enjoy my summer vacations. No calls, no messages, no work, no worries, only and only enjoyment." She said being excited.

"Okay then, we'll all leave on this Sunday for our home, but look at the time it's late, don't we're going to attend our any lecture?" Priya said in hurried tone.

Priya is a little introvert while Shreya is the one, who don't give a f*ck to anyone type, she's only good with her friends and especially with Khyati. Khyati was only one she trusts more than herself. Rahul is a protective type in his group, and Pracheen is the one who never miss a chance to irritate anyone in the group but he is a straight face for rest of the college.

Everyone moved to their separated ways and the whole week goes in simple but chaotic way.

Sunday

In the morning, A soft golden light seeps through the curtains. The room is peaceful, save for the slow, rhythmic breathing of Khyati, curled up beneath the blankets. The clock on the nightstand reads 6 AM.

Her eyelids flicker. A slight frown forms on her face. Her breathing quickens as she were caged by some nightmare.

Khyati jolts awake, gasping for air. Her body is drenched in sweat. She clutches her blanket, eyes darting around the sunlit room. Everything is normal.

She exhales shakily, running a trembling hand through her hair. The clock now reads 6:02 AM.

Suddenly her phone rings.

Khyati

"hello?" a girl speaks from other side.

"Bol" I said taking a deep breath. "you literally said yes to your parents for that?" the girl said. (speak)

"what are you talking about, Inaya." I asked in sleepy voice.

Yes, the girl I am talking to is none other than my bestie Inaya. She and I are together from 8th class. she's the one who listens to my rants, hypes me up when I need it, and always has my back. I couldn't ask for a better best friend. Crime partner of my every kaand (scandal), yeahh, (rolling eyes) scandals, it's not like that, that I don't like normal life but sometime I became a super powerful magnet and attract scandals towards me. I know it's not probably normal but IT IS WHAT IT IS.

"What do mean, don't act like you don't know the chaos getting here at your home." She sounds like she knows something that I don't.

"Inaya, be serious now and come straight to the point, I am already too exhausted." I said. "babe, you're scaring me now, it means your family didn't tell you about this." Her voice was desperate.

She continues, and she tell me something that made my blood boil in my veins, my sleep flew miles away now and that nightmare I saw a while ago, it vanished from my mind, only her words are revolving here.

"What?" my expressions are changed from sleepy into anger and shock.

"Yeahh" she said giving an approval in her tone that the words I just heard from her is real.

"how do you know that" I asked. She said in her usual dramatic voice, "oh come on, your house isn't alone yours its mine too. Yesterday, I went to meet Anjana aunty, and I was in the kitchen when your papa and mamma were talking to each other, when I heard all this. And guess what, they think I don't know about this, but they also didn't tell you about this?"

"they know that I will say 'no', so maybe they'll tell me in front of everyone, so that I can't say no." I said in my usual tone.

"Okiee, so here's your crime partner dude. Tell me what to do next." She said in excited tone. "ab ayega asli maja, boring life m thoda masala laate hai, chlo maut ka taandav dikhate hai." I said in poetic way and being full dramatic with a playful smirk over my face....

(now let's the play begin, Let's stir some chaos in this mundane play,

And watch as death takes the stage today)

To be continued....