Intertwined Hearts
Ep 1: A Fateful Encounter
A bustling college campus in Delhi. The morning is crisp, and the air hums with chatter as students move about. A young woman, Ishani Sen, clutches a stack of books while rushing toward the library.
ishani sen
Why did I have to oversleep today of all days? First class is only five minutes away! 😭 (Panting as she runs)
Aryan mehra
Today’s playlist is fire. Nothing can ruin my morning vibes.(Walking casually, his headphones on)
As fate would have it, Ishani, in her frantic dash, collides with Aryan. The force sends her books flying and knocks his coffee cup from his hands.
Aryan mehra
Hey! Watch where you're—
(Quickly pulling off his headphones)
ishani sen
Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking. Are you okay?(Cutting him off, flustered)
Aryan mehra
Do I look okay? My morning’s ruined, thanks to you.
(Annoyed, glancing at the coffee stain on his shirt)
ishani sen
I’ll buy you another coffee. Please don’t be mad.
(Biting her lip, scrambling to pick up her books)
Aryan mehra
Forget it. Just... be careful next time.
(Sighing, helping her pick up her books despite his irritation)
ishani sen
Wait... You’re Aryan Mehra, right? The star of the cricket team?
(Looking up at him, finally noticing his sharp features)
Aryan mehra
And you’re…?
(Frowning slightly)
ishani sen
Ishani. Just... Ishani. First-year literature student. I see you around a lot.
(Awkwardly smiling)
Aryan mehra
Great. Now you know who to avoid running into next time.
(Standing, brushing his jeans)
Aryan turns to leave, but something about Ishani’s flustered expression makes him pause. He looks back, noticing the small smile she’s trying to hide.
Aryan mehra
You owe me coffee.
(Softening his tone)
ishani sen
What?
(Blinking in surprise)
Aryan mehra
To make up for ruining my shirt. Meet me at the café after classes.
(Smirking slightly)
ishani sen
Deal.
(Nodding, unable to suppress her smile now)
As Aryan walks away, Ishani feels her heart flutter. She clutches her books tightly, wondering why this one interaction has left her feeling so... light.
[Ishani’s Inner Thoughts]
ishani sen
Could this be the start of something? No... don’t get carried away, Ishani.
Aryan mehra
There’s something about her... Strange.
Ishani sen, 19 years old in her first year of college
Ishani is shy, introverted, and deeply passionate about literature and art. She has a kind heart but often struggles with self-confidence. Beneath her quiet demeanor, she is resilient, empathetic, and has a hidden sense of humor that shines when she feels comfortable. Ishani tends to overthink, especially when it comes to relationships, but her warmth draws people to her.
Aryan Mehra, 21 years old in his third year of college
Aryan is confident, outgoing, and a natural leader. As the star of the college cricket team, he’s used to attention and knows how to charm people. However, beneath his cool and sometimes cocky exterior, he hides emotional wounds and insecurities from his past. Aryan has a protective side and is fiercely loyal to those he cares about, even if he struggles to express his feelings openly.
Ep 2: A Brewing Storm
The café after classes. Ishani arrives first, feeling a mix of nerves and determination. She scans the room for Aryan, hoping he won't make things awkward. As she finds a seat, her phone buzzes with a message.
ishani sen
He better not act like a jerk again today. I’m not doing this just because of some silly promise.
(Sighs and texts Tanya)
tanya kapoor
I think you’re secretly enjoying this. 😉
(Responding immediately)
ishani sen
Enjoying? I’m just being polite. I’m not into him or anything.
(Annoyed)
tanya kapoor
Sure, sure. That’s what they all say. 😏
(Laughing)
Just as Ishani puts her phone down, the door chimes. Aryan walks in, looking casually put-together, a smug look on his face as he spots her.
Aryan mehra
I’m surprised you actually showed up. Thought I might have to find you again.
(Smiling, walking toward her)
ishani sen
Here’s your coffee, as promised. No need for a victory speech.
(Cutting him off, with a hint of irritation)
Ishani slides the cup toward him, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling his presence gives her. Aryan, however, doesn’t seem in a hurry to take the coffee.
Aryan mehra
You really think you can just buy your way out of our little collision yesterday?
(Taking a seat opposite her)
ishani sen
What do you want from me? A medal for your trouble?
(Annoyed)
Aryan mehra
I didn’t ask for your sympathy. But you seem to think you’re some kind of hero now, huh?
(Leaning back in his chair)
ishani sen
I’m not trying to be a hero. I just don’t like people acting like the world owes them something, especially when it’s their own fault.
(Feeling the irritation bubble over)
The tension between them thickens. Aryan raises an eyebrow, leaning forward slightly, intrigued by the fire in her voice.
Aryan mehra
That’s rich coming from someone who crashes into people and then expects them to be grateful.
(Smiling darkly)
ishani sen
I didn’t expect anything. I just wanted to be nice. But I can see how that’s a problem for you.
(Shaking her head, rolling her eyes)
The words hang in the air, and for a moment, both of them sit in uncomfortable silence. Ishani glances away, suddenly aware of how tense the conversation has become. Aryan studies her, trying to figure out what’s bothering him about this encounter.
[Ishani’s Inner Thoughts]
ishani sen
Why is he such an... arrogant jerk? And why does he make my heart race every time I snap at him? I swear I don’t even like him!
Aryan mehra
She’s not like the others. She doesn’t care about being in my circle, or whatever. That’s what makes this... interesting. But I hate how much I’m starting to care about what she thinks.
Aryan mehra
Look, I don’t need your sympathy or your coffee, but I’ll take it. Don’t expect me to forget how funny you were this morning.
(Shrugging nonchalantly)
ishani sen
Yeah, sure. I’ll add ‘being funny’ to my list of crimes.
(Sarcastic)
As Aryan takes a sip of the coffee, Ishani crosses her arms, staring out the window. The strange pull between them only seems to grow with every sarcastic exchange. It’s like a constant game — one she’s not sure she wants to play, but can’t stop herself from doing.
[Ishani’s Inner Thoughts]
ishani sen
This whole thing is ridiculous. I’m not supposed to like him. He’s rude, self-centered, and totally unlike anyone I’d ever want to spend time with. And yet... here I am.
Aryan mehra
She’s got a fire in her. I don’t think I’ve ever met someone who talks back to me like this. It’s different. And it’s annoying. But I can’t stop thinking about it.
ishani sen
I’m leaving. Don’t make it weird.
(Sighing, standing up)
Aryan mehra
You’re the one who’s making it weird. Don’t pretend you’re not enjoying this, Ishani.
(Smiling, still sipping his coffee)
ishani sen
You’re impossible.
(Turning to leave, muttering under her breath)
As she walks away, Aryan watches her, the smirk still playing on his lips. He can’t help but wonder why she’s so different from the others he’s used to. But for now, he pushes those thoughts aside.
Aryan mehra
She’s going to be trouble. I can already tell. But I think I like it.
Name: Tanya Kapoor
Age: 18
Relation: Ishani’s fun and supportive best friend.
Appearance: 5'6", athletic, with straight black hair, brown eyes, and trendy style.
Personality: Adventurous, witty, and full of life.
ep 3: unwelcome feeling
The next day at school, during lunch break.
Ishani is sitting at her usual spot, her lunch untouched, lost in her thoughts. The events of the previous day replay in her mind—her weird coffee encounter with Aryan, his teasing smile, and the inexplicable sense of… something. It’s not attraction, she tells herself. No, definitely not. She’s not interested in him.
Her thoughts are interrupted by the sound of footsteps approaching. She looks up, and there, standing in front of her, is none other than Aryan. He’s holding a water bottle in one hand, his other hand tucked into his jacket pocket, looking far too casual for someone she wants nothing to do with.
Aryan mehra
Didn’t expect to find you here. Alone, I mean.
(Smirking)
ishani sen
Is there some kind of Aryan fan club that’s expecting me to greet you with confetti? What do you want?
(Raising an eyebrow)
Aryan mehra
Just checking in. You know, to see if you need more coffee... or if I need to save your shirt from disaster again.
(Shrugging, sitting down across from her)
ishani sen
I told you, I’m not your coffee girl. Get over it.
(Annoyed, not looking up from her phone)
Ishani tries to ignore him, but the more she does, the more he seems determined to sit there like it’s no big deal. She feels his eyes on her, a sense of discomfort creeping up her spine. Aryan notices the silence and smiles knowingly.
Aryan mehra
You know, for someone who claims to hate me, you sure are quiet when I’m around.
(Laughing softly)
ishani sen
I’m just busy trying to avoid being dragged into your drama.
(Sarcastically)
Aryan mehra
Oh, come on. You’re not fooling anyone. You’re into the drama.
(Leaning forward, teasing)
ishani sen
I’m not! I just... I don’t have time for your nonsense.
(Flustered, standing up)
Ishani storms off, but not before she hears Aryan’s soft chuckle from behind. The sound lingers in her mind as she tries to make her way to the schoolyard. Why does he have this ability to throw her off balance so easily?
[Ishani’s Inner Thoughts:]
ishani sen
This is so frustrating. I hate him, right? So why do I feel like I’m... I don’t know... falling for his stupid teasing?
Scene shifts to later that afternoon, at a school event.
Ishani is standing near the refreshments table when she feels a tap on her shoulder. She turns around, expecting one of her friends, but instead, it’s Aryan again. This time, he’s wearing a casual jacket and looking too good for someone she’s supposed to hate.
Aryan mehra
You’ve been avoiding me. Miss me?
(Smiling, leaning casually against the table)
ishani sen
You’ve got a great way of making someone feel like they’ve stepped into the wrong movie, you know that?
(Throwing him a glare)
Aryan mehra
I’m just messing with you, Ishani. You should lighten up.
(Laughing)
ishani sen
I am light enough, thank you. And don’t think I don’t notice you always trying to get under my skin.
(Annoyed)
Aryan mehra
Who, me? I’m just having fun. I didn’t know I had such a power over you
(Grinning)
ishani sen
You don’t have power over me. I just—(pauses, trying to compose herself)—I just find you annoying. That’s all.
(Arms crossed, glaring)
Aryan mehra
Oh, you find me annoying? That’s cute. But we both know it’s not just that. You wouldn’t get so worked up if you didn’t care.
(Grinning, leaning closer)
ishani sen
I’m not worked up. I’m just... irritated. There's a difference.
(Scoffing, stepping back)
Ishani can feel the heat creeping up her neck. She hates how easily Aryan manages to get under her skin. It’s infuriating. She tries to turn away, but Aryan steps in her path, his expression far too entertained by the whole situation.
Aryan mehra
Come on, admit it. There’s something about me you can’t resist. Whether it’s the way I look or the way I talk... I’m not blind, Ishani. I know when someone’s interested.
(Laughing lightly, teasing)
ishani sen
You really need a reality check. I’m not interested, okay? Stop reading so much into everything.
(Shaking her head, trying to push past him)
As she tries to move past him, Aryan grabs her wrist gently, stopping her. Ishani freezes for a moment, a mix of annoyance and... something else stirring inside her.
ishani sen
What now?
(Voice wavering slightly)
Aryan mehra
Just admit it, Ishani. You’re not as immune to me as you want to believe.
(Softly, his tone is serious for a change)
Ishani stares at him, her heart thudding unexpectedly faster. His words are starting to have an effect on her, even though she knows she shouldn’t let them. Her eyes flicker to his hand still holding her wrist, and she quickly pulls away, her face flushing with anger and confusion.
ishani sen
Don’t touch me. Just... don’t.
(Cutting him off, voice shaky)
She’s angry, but there’s something deeper in her chest—a frustration she can’t seem to shake off. Aryan doesn’t seem bothered by her outburst. Instead, he watches her closely, his gaze lingering for a moment too long.
Aryan mehra
Alright, alright. But you can’t keep denying it forever, you know. Eventually, you’ll have to face the truth.
(Quietly)
ishani sen
The truth? Please. You’re the last person I need advice from.
(With a sharp breath, looking away)
With that, she turns and walks away, but this time, she doesn’t feel as confident. She’s unsettled, her mind a whirlwind of conflicting thoughts. How is it that someone she can’t stand so much has suddenly become the most confusing person in her life?
[Ishani’s Inner Thoughts:]
ishani sen
I hate him. I really do. So why do I feel... something? Is this normal? Is this what everyone calls “tension” or whatever? It’s so messed up.
Scene shifts to the next day at school: Ishani is walking to her next class, hoping to just get through the day without any more interruptions. Of course, that’s when she bumps into Aryan again. This time, however, he’s not being his usual cocky self.
Aryan mehra
Hey. You okay?
(Surprisingly calm, stopping in front of her)
ishani sen
What? Why wouldn’t I be?
(Confused, slightly taken aback)
Aryan mehra
I Don’t know. You’ve been acting distant... well, more than usual. Thought I’d check in.
(Looking at her seriously)
Ishani is stunned by the sudden change in Aryan’s tone. It’s almost like he’s... concerned? She’s not sure how to react. The teasing, the arrogance, the annoying comments—they’re all still there, but there’s something different this time.
ishani sen
I’m fine. Don’t worry about it.
(Trying to shrug it off, not making eye contact)
Aryan mehra
If you say so. But... I’ll be around, you know. Whenever you want to stop pretending you don’t care.
(Leaning in slightly, with a faint smile)
Ishani feels a strange lump form in her throat as she watches him walk away. He’s messing with her again. But this time, the usual irritation is accompanied by something she can’t quite put her finger on.
[Ishani’s Inner Thoughts:]
ishani sen
Why do I feel like he’s right? And why does it bother me that he’s being... normal?
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