DISHA (FEMALE LEAD)

Name: Disha

Age: 16 (11th grade)

Background: Has moved to 5 different schools in 10 years due to family circumstances.

Personality:

Determined, resilient, slightly introverted, smart.

Appearance:

Height: 5'1", Slender body, dark brown hair, Expressive brown eyes, almond-shaped and fringed with thick lashes, Heart-shaped face, with high cheekbones and a pointed chin.

Current Situation: Starting at a new school, navigating unfamiliar surroundings and classmates.

ARJUN (MALE LEAD)

Name: Arjun

Age: 16 (11th grade)

Background: Popular student, well-connected family, lives in same city since childhood.

Personality:

Charismatic and captivating, Confident but with an air of mystery, Reserved keeps people at arm's length, Natural leader but with a hint of darkness, Protective of loved ones, fiercely loyal.

Appearance:

Tall 6'2, athletic build, Charming smile, Piercing eyes.

HARDIK (MALE LEAD)

Name: Hardik

Age: 17 (11th grade)

Background: Affluent family, well-traveled, highly intelligent

Personality:

Cunning and strategic, always thinking ahead, Charismatic and charming, with a silver tongue

Confident and self-assured Popular among girls, but with a mysterious aura.

Appearance:

Tall 6'2, Extremely handsome, chiseled jaw, Impeccable style and fashion sense.

CHAPTER-1

FIRST DAY

I walked into the school reception, my heart racing with anticipation. A friendly receptionist greeted me from behind the desk.

"Hi, can I help you?" she asked.

"Hi," I replied, trying to sound confident. "I'm Disha, a new student. I'm not sure where my classroom is."

The receptionist smiled warmly. "Welcome to our school, Disha! Let me check your schedule." Her fingers flew across her computer keyboard. "You're in 11th grade, right?"

I nodded, fidgeting with my backpack straps.

"Okay, your classroom is in Block B, room 214. That's on the second floor. Take the stairs to your left, and it's the second door on your right."

I scribbled down the directions, hoping I wouldn't get lost. "Thanks so much!"

The receptionist handed me a map. "Here's a school map, just in case. If you get lost, don't hesitate to ask anyone for help."

I tucked the map into my backpack, took a deep breath and headed toward Block B. My palms were sweating, but I was determined to make a good impression.

As I climbed the stairs, I noticed a group of students laughing and chatting near the lockers. They seemed to know each other so well, and I felt a pang of envy. Would I ever fit in here?

As I walked into the classroom, my teacher's eyes met mine. "Good morning, class," she said, her voice warm and welcoming. "Today, we have a new student joining us. Disha, would you please introduce yourself?"

I took a deep breath and began, "Hi, my name is Disha. I've lived in this city my whole life, but I'm transferring here from St. Mary's School."

The class nodded, their faces curious.

"I love reading, listening to music, and exploring new places," I added, trying to sound friendly.

My teacher smiled. "Welcome, Disha. We're glad to have you here."

As I sat on my desk, the stark contrast to my old school hit me like a wave. Everything gleamed with opulence – sleek wooden desks, high-tech smartboards, and floor-to-ceiling windows that flooded the room with natural light.

The chill of the air conditioning enveloped me, a luxury I wasn't accustomed to. My last school's sweltering classrooms, with fans creaking overhead, seemed like a distant memory.

The girl sitting in front of me turned her head, her bright smile and sparkling eyes immediately putting me at ease.

"Hi, I'm Riya," she said, her voice friendly and warm. "Welcome to our class. I saw you introducing yourself earlier."

I returned her smile, feeling a sense of relief at her approachable demeanor. "Hi Riya, I'm Disha. Thanks for welcoming me."

Riya glanced around the room before focusing back on me. "So, how's the transition going? Big change from St. Mary's, huh?"

Her casual mention of my old school made me feel more at home. "Yeah, it's definitely different," I replied, eager to connect. "But I'm excited to start fresh."

Riya nodded enthusiastically. "You'll love it here. We're a pretty close-knit class. What do you think of our teacher, Mrs. Jain?"

I grinned, appreciating Riya's easy conversation. "She seems nice. Really welcoming."

Riya leaned in, her voice taking on a conspiratorial tone. "She's amazing."

Riya smiled mischievously. "Hey, want to grab lunch together? I can show you around the school, introduce you to some people."

My heart lifted at her friendly gesture. "That sounds awesome, thanks!"

The bell rang, signaling the lunch break. Riya grabbed her bag and stood up. "Follow me!"

As we walked out of the classroom, I felt a sense of belonging wash over me. Maybe this new school wouldn't be so bad after all.

Riya led me through the bustling corridors, pointing out landmarks – the library, auditorium, cafeteria, and sports complex.

"This is the student lounge," she said, pushing open a door. "We usually hang out here during free periods."

Inside, comfortable couches and colorful bean bags filled the room. Students laughed and chatted, enjoying their lunch.

Riya waved at a group of friends, who welcomed me with warm smiles. "Guys, this is Disha, our new classmate."

I exchanged greetings, feeling grateful for Riya's effortless introduction.

As we settled into a cozy corner, Riya asked, "So, what do you think of our school so far?"

I took a bite of my sandwich, savoring the taste and the warmth of my new surroundings. "It's really nice. Thanks for showing me around."

Riya beamed. "No problem! I'm glad you're fitting in."

School had always been my sanctuary, a place where I found solace in learning and friendship. But today, everything felt different. The grandeur of this new institution overwhelmed me - sleek buildings, manicured lawns, and students who seemed to belong to a different world.

As Riya and I walked back to class after lunch, I noticed a group of guys ahead of us. Their broad shoulders and confident strides commanded attention, and I couldn't help but glance their way.

There was something about them that made my heart flutter, but I couldn't quite put my finger on it. Their presence seemed to radiate an aura of importance, as if they owned the very space they occupied.

I couldn't see their faces, only their backs, but somehow, they seemed familiar, yet mysterious.

Riya followed my gaze and whispered, "They're from our batch, but different stream."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "What's so special about them?"

Riya's voice dropped to a whisper. "They're the school's top athletes and achievers. Everyone knows them."

As we approached our classroom, the group turned into the adjacent room. I caught a glimpse of their profiles for just a fleeting moment.

My mind whirled with questions, but before I could ask more, Riya nudged me into our classroom.

I shook off the feeling, telling myself I was just being silly. After all, I barely knew anything about them.

Riya chatted on, filling me in on the latest school gossip, and I forced myself to focus on her words.

As we settled into our seats, Mrs. Jain began the lesson, and I immersed myself in the familiar comfort of learning.

But my gaze drifted occasionally to the adjacent classroom, wondering who those guys were and why they'd left such an impression.

I quickly pushed the thought aside, reminding myself that I had more important things to worry about – fitting in, making friends, and keeping up with my studies.

The mystery of the group would have to wait.

For now, I was determined to focus on my new life and leave curiosity about those enigmatic strangers behind.

As the lesson progressed, I exchanged smiles with a few classmates. There was Sophia, with her bold fashion sense and infectious laughter, and Emily, who seemed to have a permanent spot on the debate team.

During a group activity, we huddled together, discussing our project. Sophia mentioned an upcoming party, and Emily chimed in about a movie night.

"I'm having a sleepover at my place this weekend," Sophia said, eyes sparkling. "We should totally come, Emily!"

Emily nodded enthusiastically. "Definitely! My parents will let me stay out late."

I listened, feeling like an outsider. Parties, movie nights, and sleepovers were foreign concepts to me. My parents had always been strict, emphasizing studies and discipline.

Sophia turned to me. "Hey, Disha, want to join us?"

I hesitated, unsure how to respond. "I...I don't know."

Emily raised an eyebrow. "What, you've never been to a party?"

I shook my head, feeling a flush rise to my cheeks.

Sophia's expression softened. "No worries, we'll initiate you!"

Their laughter and teasing made me realize how different I was from them. My sheltered upbringing, my parents' rules, and my focus on academics had created a gap between us.

For the first time, I wondered if I was missing out on experiences that could shape me into a more confident, carefree person.

As the class ended, I gathered my belongings, lost in thought. Riya approached, noticing my distant expression.

"Hey, everything okay?" she asked.

I nodded, forcing a smile. "Yeah, just thinking."

Riya's understanding gaze told me she knew more than she let on. "You'll find your tribe, Disha. Don't worry."

But as I walked out of the classroom, I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was navigating uncharted territory.

As the school day drew to a close, I settled into my seat on the school bus, still parked in the school's parking lot. Students chattered and laughed around me, but my mind began to wander.

I replayed the day's events - Riya's friendly introduction, Sophia's bold fashion sense, and Avni's warm smile. I thought about our conversations, the laughter we shared, and the connections we made.

A sense of belonging washed over me. For the first time in weeks, I felt like I was finally settling in.

As I gazed out the window, I watched students from the affluent crowd climb into their sleek, luxury cars or rev up powerful motorcycles. My mind playfully estimated the prices of each vehicle.

A sleek black Audi: "Must be around 80 lakhs."

A shiny red BMW: "Over a crore, easily."

A customized Harley Davidson: "At least 20 lakhs."

Just as I was lost in my guessing game, a loud roar echoed through the air. I turned toward the sound, and my eyes widened.

Two sleek, high-end motorcycles stood parked side by side, their owners lounging on the seats. One bike was a Ducati Panigale, its sleek design and vibrant red color commanding attention. The other was a Yamaha R6, its sporty lines and razor-sharp edges exuding power.

My eyes drifted to the riders. Two tall, handsome boys with chiseled features and piercing gazes sat on the bikes, their expressions cold and unyielding. No smiles, no warmth - just an air detachment.

The two boys exuded an aura of confidence and superiority, their cold expressions a stark contrast to the warmth and friendliness I'd encountered earlier in the day.

Their eyes seemed to bore into anyone who dared to glance their way, as if challenging the world to cross them. Their jaws were set, their lips pressed into thin lines, and their broad shoulders squared, radiating an unmistakable air of authority.

They didn't seem to notice the stares they drew from the other students, nor did they appear to care. Their focus was inward, their attention centered on each other, as if they existed in a world separate from the rest.

As the bus remained stationary, the two boys nodded at each other and kicked-started their bikes. The roar of engines grew louder, and they began to move, their bikes gliding smoothly past the bus.

As they drew parallel to my window, our eyes met. The boy with the chiseled features locked gazes with me, and I felt a shiver run down my spine.

Time seemed to freeze.

Their intense gazes held mine, and I couldn't look away. The world around us melted away, leaving only an unsettling sense of gravitas.

Their presence was imposing, radiating an untouchable energy that commanded attention. It was as if they existed in a realm beyond the ordinary, a realm shrouded in mystery.

For an eternal second, our gazes held.

Then, without a word, they accelerated away, vanishing into the distance.

The bus doors closed with a hiss, breaking the spell.

The bus lurched forward, and I gazed out the window, my thoughts lingering on the mysterious duo and the unsettling encounter.

I stepped off the bus and walked towards home, eager to share my day with Mom.

As I entered our cozy apartment, the aroma of freshly cooked lunch wafted through the air, and I smiled, feeling a sense of comfort.

"Hey, beta! How was school?" Mom asked, her warm smile illuminating the room.

I dropped my backpack on the floor and walked into her open arms. "It was good, Maa," I replied, hugging her tight.

Mom held me at arm's length, examining my face. "What did you do today?"

I took a seat at the dining table, and Mom served us lunch. As we ate, I shared stories about my classes and teachers. Mom listened attentively, her eyes shining with love and interest.

After lunch, Mom began clearing the table. "Your father will be home soon. He's excited to hear about your day too."

I smiled, thinking about Dad's warm smile and encouraging words.

Mom had always been my rock, supporting me through every challenge. And Dad's guidance had helped shape me into the person I am today.

"Thanks, Maa," I said, hugging her again. "I'm lucky to have you both."

Mom's face lit up with a loving smile. "We're lucky to have you too, beta."

After finishing lunch, Mom surprised me with a smile. "Get ready, beta. We're going to the salon this evening."

I raised an eyebrow, intrigued. "Why?"

Mom's eyes sparkled. "You deserve a makeover, Disha. You're in a new school now, and I want you to feel confident and beautiful."

I blushed, feeling a mix of excitement and hesitation.

At the salon, Mom instructed the stylist to enhance my natural features with makeup. The stylist highlighted my eyes, defined my brows, and added a soft glow to my complexion.

Meanwhile, another stylist worked on my long hair, styling it into soft, flowing waves that cascaded down my back.

As the makeover progressed, I felt a surge of confidence. Mom beamed with pride, her eyes shining with happiness.

When we finished, I gazed at my reflection, barely recognizing the girl staring back. My long hair framed my face perfectly, and the makeup accentuated my features.

Mom wrapped her arms around me, tears welling up in her eyes. "You look stunning, beta. I want you to feel beautiful inside and out, especially in this new chapter of your life."

I hugged her tight, feeling grateful. "Thanks, Maa. You always know how to make me feel special."

As we left the salon, the evening sun casting a warm glow, I felt refreshed, renewed, and ready to take on this new journey with poise and confidence.

Mom smiled, her eyes sparkling. "Now, go conquer that school, beta. You got this!"

As I stepped into school, I felt a subtle yet noticeable difference. Heads turned, and whispers followed. I sensed eyes on me, scrutinizing my new look.

Uncomfortable with the sudden attention, I quickened my pace, seeking refuge in the familiarity of my classroom.

Just as I reached my desk, a bright smile greeted me. "Disha, you look amazing!" Riya exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with genuine admiration.

My cheeks flushed as I took my seat. "Thanks, Riya. Mom took me to the salon yesterday."

Riya leaned in, inspecting my hair. "Your hair looks gorgeous! I love the styling."

I smiled shyly, feeling self-conscious about the attention. "Thanks, Riya."

But Riya wouldn't let up. "Seriously, Disha, you're glowing. You look so confident and beautiful."

My face grew hotter, and I glanced around, hoping no one was listening. The whispers from earlier still lingered in my mind.

Riya noticed my unease and softened her tone. "Hey, don't be embarrassed. You deserve to shine, Disha. You're already beautiful inside; now you're rocking it on the outside too."

Her kind words calmed me, but People's gazes lingered on me, and whispers followed. It wasn't unfamiliar – I was used to attention for my grades.

But this felt different.

I Walked through the school corridors, my long hair swaying with each step. Yesterday's salon visit had made a difference, I could sense it.

Riya's compliment had caught me off guard. "You look amazing, Disha!" she'd exclaimed.

I'd smiled, feeling a slight flush rise to my cheeks. It wasn't that I was shy or conscious; I just wasn't used to this level of attention.

In my previous school, people praised my grades, my intellect. Some would say I was cute or beautiful, but it never made me blush.

I'd always been confident, knowing my strengths.

Yet, here, amidst unfamiliar faces and heightened competition, I felt a new kind of scrutiny.

Riya nudged me as the bell rang, signaling the end of the period. "Hey, Disha, the principal wants to address us."

I gathered my belongings, curiosity piqued. "What's it about?"

Riya shrugged. "No idea, but let's go find out. The principal's announcements are usually important."

We joined the stream of students flowing towards the main hall. The chatter and excitement were palpable.

As we entered the hall, I spotted our class teacher Mrs. Jain, standing at the podium. Her warm smile and authoritative presence commanded attention.

Riya and I found seats near the back, exchanging whispers. "Wonder what this is about."

I nodded, scanning the hall. The entire 11th standard was present, all eyes fixed on Mrs.Jain.

Mrs. Jain, our class teacher, stood on the stage of the main hall. "Our Principal, Mrs. Rao, has a few words to share with you all."

The main hall fell silent as Mrs. Rao's voice came over the public address system.

"Good morning, students," Mrs. Rao began. "I'd like to extend a warm welcome to our new students and welcome back our returning students."

"I'm thrilled to start this academic year with all of you. As your Principal, my goal is to ensure you receive an exceptional education and memorable experiences."

"Please note that we have some exciting new initiatives and events planned. Our school rules and regulations are in place to support your growth and success."

"Respect for teachers and peers, punctuality, uniform standards, electronic device policy, and code of conduct are essential. Your cooperation ensures a productive learning environment."

"If you have any questions or concerns, please reach out to your teachers or school counselors."

"Let's work together to make this year outstanding!"

The public address system clicked off, and Mrs. Jain smiled. "Thank you, Mrs. Rao. Now, let's review the class schedule and syllabus."

Riya leaned over and whispered, "Mrs. Rao is amazing. She's always looking out for us."

I nodded, feeling reassured.

Mrs. Jain handed out the syllabus. "Any questions, feel free to ask."

The assembly concluded, and students began to file out of the main hall.

As I walked back from the main hall with Riya, I noticed a group of guys standing and joking near the lockers. The two boys from yesterday caught my attention again. They seemed to be the center of attention, effortlessly charming.

Their laughter and banter drew a crowd, and I couldn't help but feel drawn to them too. But as I gazed in their direction, the familiar feeling of emptiness crept back in. It was as if I'd lost something precious, something I couldn't quite put my finger on.

I pushed the feeling aside, not wanting to dwell on it. "Let's go," I said to Riya, quickening my pace.

As we walked toward our classroom, I sensed eyes on me.

Riya noticed my distraction. "Hey, everything okay?" she asked.

"Yeah, I'm fine," I replied, shaking off the feeling.

We entered our classroom, and I took my seat, trying to focus on the lesson ahead. But my mind kept drifting back to the unsettling emptiness that lingered within me.

As the teacher began to speak, I forced myself to concentrate, pushing aside the thoughts that threatened to distract me. But I couldn't shake off the feeling that I was being watched.

During lunch, Riya and I headed to the school grounds to meet up with some of her friends. We sat down on the grassy lawn, surrounded by the lively chatter of students. I took a bite of my sandwich, enjoying the warm sunshine.

As we laughed and talked, I suddenly felt parched. "I'm getting water," I said to Riya, standing up.

"I'll come with you," Riya offered.

"No, I'll be right back," I replied, already walking away.

I turned to head towards the cafeteria when my feet tangled in each other. I lost balance and stumbled, falling forward.

Before I could react, I landed on someone. My hands instinctively grasped for support, finding myself on top of him, my hands on his chest.

As I looked up, our eyes met. I felt my cheeks flush with embarrassment. His hands rested on my waist, steadying me.

"Sorry!" I exclaimed, quickly scrambling to regain my footing.

"Watch where you're going," the boy said with an air of arrogance, his tone dripping with condescension.

His words stung, and I felt my face grow hotter with embarrassment and annoyance.

Riya rushed to my side, concern etched on her face. "Disha, are you okay?"

I nodded, still feeling flustered. "Yeah, I'm fine."

As I stood up, my gaze drifted behind the boy, and my heart skipped a beat. The other boy from yesterday stood there, his eyes fixed on me. But unlike the arrogance in the first boy's eyes, his were empty, expressionless.

I felt a shiver run down my spine as our gazes locked. Why did he look at me like that?

I felt a mix of emotions: embarrassment, irritation, and a hint of unease. What just happened?

Riya's expression turned serious as we walked back to our group of friends. "Disha, I need to tell you something about those two guys you just ran into," she said, her voice low.

"Who are they?" I asked, curiosity piqued.

"The one who caught you is Arjun," Riya began. "He's popular, athletic, and comes from a wealthy family. But there's more to him than that."

I nodded, intrigued.

"And then there's Hardik," Riya continued, her tone cautious. "He's... intense. Every girl in school falls for him, but he doesn't date anyone from here."

"Why not?" I asked.

Riya's expression turned grave. "His brother, who graduated two years ago, warned him off. There's some reason, but nobody knows what it is."

I frowned, sensing there was more.

"Hardik's not just a pretty face, Disha," Riya said. "He's intelligent, strategic. And with his family's wealth and influence... they're not people to mess with."

I felt a shiver run down my spine.

"Be careful around them," Riya warned. "They're not like other guys. There's something going on beneath the surface."

I nodded, determination etched on my face. "I'll keep that in mind."