Ayaan’s First Day at AIIMS Delhi – A Dream Begins

The sun had barely risen over Delhi when Ayaan Mehta stepped onto the grand campus of AIIMS Delhi, the most prestigious medical college in India. The moment he saw the towering buildings, the lush green gardens, and the busy students walking with their white coats and stethoscopes, a thrill ran through his veins.

"This is it. This is where legends are made."

The last few weeks had been chaotic—packing, endless advice from his parents, and the painful realization that, for the first time in his life, he wouldn’t have Riya by his side every day.

As he adjusted his bag and took a deep breath, another thought hit him.

"I’m actually going to be a doctor."

Ayaan had always known what he wanted. He had seen his father, Dr. Aarav Mehta, save lives, and he had dreamed of doing the same. But now, standing here, it felt surreal.

A group of students rushed past him, chatting excitedly. Some were freshers like him, some were seniors already discussing their upcoming clinical postings.

Ayaan smirked. "Let’s do this."

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Riya’s First Day at the Women’s Cricket Academy – A Battle Begins

Meanwhile, in another corner of Delhi, Riya Sinha stood in front of her new battlefield—India’s National Women’s Cricket Academy.

Unlike Ayaan, who had always dreamed of becoming a doctor, Riya had fought for this. She had fought against society’s expectations, against teachers who believed women’s cricket wasn’t worth investing in, and against every person who said, “Why not just play for fun?”

But today, she had won.

Her academy wasn’t just any school—it was the first in history to prioritize women’s cricket equally to men’s. And she had been the one to make it happen.

As she walked onto the field, she could feel the weight of expectations on her shoulders. Coaches watched her with sharp eyes, teammates whispered about her reputation, and deep inside, she knew she couldn’t afford to fail.

"Time to prove them all wrong."

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The Pain of Separation – A Friendship Like No Other

That night, Ayaan lay on his dorm bed, staring at his phone.

Riya had texted:

Riya: How’s the hostel? Missing me yet?

Ayaan rolled his eyes and replied:

Ayaan: Not at all. In fact, it’s peaceful without you.

The reply came instantly.

Riya: LIAR.

Ayaan smirked but didn’t argue. Because the truth was—he did miss her.

For 16 years, they had never been apart. They had studied together, fought together, played pranks together, and now…

They were in different worlds.

On the other side of the city, Riya looked at her phone, feeling an ache she didn’t want to admit.

"Can we really do this without each other?"

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The Professor’s Revelation – Ayaan Faces an Unexpected Past

Ayaan’s first anatomy lecture was packed with students—each one as ambitious as him.

Then, the professor walked in.

Ayaan froze.

Dr. Siddharth Kapoor.

His father’s old school friend.

The moment the professor saw Ayaan, he smirked knowingly.

"Oh, this is going to be fun."

Dr. Kapoor’s voice was calm but sharp. “Before we begin, let me welcome a familiar face—Ayaan Mehta.”

Ayaan blinked as all eyes turned to him.

Dr. Kapoor chuckled. “You look just like your father did at your age.”

Ayaan straightened. “You knew my dad?”

Dr. Kapoor nodded. “Of course. We studied together. I watched him grow from a lonely, serious boy to the man he is today.”

Ayaan frowned. "Lonely?"

He knew about his father’s painful childhood. His maternal grandmother had told him. He had heard about the bullying, the isolation, the way Aarav had buried himself in studies because no one wanted to be his friend.

But what Ayaan didn’t know was that there had been someone—a friend who noticed but did nothing.

Dr. Kapoor sighed, glancing at the students. “That… is a long story. Maybe I’ll tell you some other day.”

But Ayaan had already made up his mind.

"I need to know."

That night, the thought wouldn’t leave his mind.

His father had suffered alone. And this man, his professor, had seen it happen and done nothing.

But… he had been just a child back then.

Was it fair to blame him?

Or should Ayaan resent him for his silence?

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Fathers vs. Mothers – The War at Home

While Ayaan and Riya were struggling with their new lives, back home, another battle was unfolding.

Vikram and Aarav were celebrating.

“See, I told you! They’d be fine on their own,” Vikram said, sipping his chai.

Aarav nodded. “Yep. No more chaos. No more headaches. Just peace.”

They clinked their cups together.

And then—

“VIKRAM SINHA! AARAV MEHTA!”

The two men jumped as their wives, Neha and Isha, stormed into the room.

Neha glared. “You two look WAY too happy.”

Isha crossed her arms. “DO YOU EVEN KNOW HOW HARD IT IS FOR THEM RIGHT NOW?!”

Aarav blinked. “Uh—”

Neha slammed a pillow on Vikram’s face. “OUR DAUGHTER IS STRUGGLING, YOU IDIOT.”

Isha threw a newspaper at Aarav. “AND OUR SON JUST HEARD HIS PROFESSOR EXPOSE YOUR LONELY CHILDHOOD.”

Vikram and Aarav turned pale.

Aarav whispered, “He found out… about my past?”

Isha growled. “YES. AND NOW HE’S GOING TO START ASKING QUESTIONS.”

Vikram panicked. “Wait—WHAT DID I DO?!”

Neha narrowed her eyes. “Oh, I don’t know, MAYBE BECAUSE Riya’s missing Ayaan, but YOU’RE HERE DRINKING CHAI LIKE AN IDIOT?!”

Vikram gulped. “Okay, okay, we get it. We’ll…uh…fix it?”

Neha smirked. “You better. Because right now? You two are dead men.”

Aarav and Vikram looked at each other.

"We are so doomed."

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To Be Continued…

Season 3 has begun!

Ayaan’s Dilemma – To Forgive or To Hate?

Ayaan sat alone in the AIIMS library, his anatomy book open but unread. His mind was tangled with thoughts of Dr. Siddharth Kapoor—his father’s old school friend and now his own professor.

"He saw my father suffering... and did nothing."

Ayaan clenched his jaw. His father’s childhood had been nothing short of a nightmare. Bullied, lonely, drowning in studies to escape the pain—Aarav Mehta had endured it all. And yet, Dr. Kapoor, a friend who noticed, had simply stood by.

"But… he was a child back then, too."

Was it fair to hate him for being afraid?

Or was silence just as bad as cruelty?

A sudden buzz from his phone snapped him out of his thoughts.

Riya: Yo, future doc! What’s up?

Ayaan exhaled. He wasn’t ready to talk about this.

Ayaan: Nothing. Just anatomy stuff.

Riya: Lame. Guess what?

Ayaan: What?

Riya: Our coach is INSANE. He made us practice in the rain, and saidReal champions don’t wait for good weather

Ayaan smirked. Typical Riya. No matter how hard things got, she’d always find a way to make light of it.

And maybe… maybe he needed to do the same.

With a deep breath, Ayaan closed his book. He wasn’t ready to confront his professor just yet. But he’d find his answer soon enough.

Riya’s Challenge – Breaking Barriers

At the National Women’s Cricket Academy, Riya was exhausted but exhilarated. The last few days had been gruelling—physical training, intense matches, and proving herself to teammates who still saw her as a “newbie.”

But the real battle was yet to come.

The school was planning its annual sports event, and for the first time, women’s cricket was being considered as a headline match.

Except… the board wasn’t convinced.

“Women’s cricket doesn’t sell like men’s,” one of the senior committee members had said.

Riya had nearly exploded.

But instead, she took a deep breath and marched straight to the head coach.

“If you let us play in the main event,” she said, “I promise we’ll bring in more viewers than the boys.”

Her coach raised an eyebrow. “And how do you plan to do that?”

Riya smirked. “Leave that to me.”

She had one month to prove that women’s cricket wasn’t just an afterthought. And she wasn’t going to let anyone take this chance away.

The First Encounter – Ayaan and His Professor

Back at AIIMS, Ayaan walked into his anatomy lecture, determined to act normal.

Dr. Siddharth Kapoor stood at the front of the room, writing on the board. When he turned, his gaze landed on Ayaan for a fraction of a second before continuing as if nothing had happened.

“Alright, today we start the dissection of the upper limb.”

The class groaned. The first dissection was always nerve-wracking.

Ayaan swallowed, focusing on his cadaver. But as the session progressed, his mind kept drifting.

"Should I ask him?"

Finally, as the class ended, Ayaan hesitated. Then, before he could stop himself, he walked up to the professor.

Dr. Kapoor glanced at him. “Yes?”

Ayaan hesitated. “You knew my father.”

Dr. Kapoor sighed. “Yes.”

Ayaan took a deep breath. “Then why didn’t you help him?”

Silence.

Dr. Kapoor’s gaze softened. “Because… I was afraid.”

Ayaan’s fingers curled into fists. “Afraid of what?”

The professor exhaled. “Of being left out, too. Your father wasn’t the only lonely one, Ayaan. I was, too. And at that age… sometimes, fear wins.”

Ayaan didn’t know what to say. He had expected excuses, not honesty.

Dr. Kapoor continued, “I can’t change the past. But I can tell you this—your father was the bravest person I knew. And you… you remind me of him.”

Ayaan stared, unsure of how to feel.

"Can I forgive him?"

He wasn’t sure yet. But for the first time, he wanted to understand.

Trouble at Home – The Fathers' Master Plan

Meanwhile, back home…

Aarav and Vikram were plotting.

Neha and Isha had been furious ever since Ayaan and Riya left. Every night, they’d rant about how “their babies must be suffering” while their husbands were “too dumb to understand.”

So, Aarav and Vikram decided to prove them wrong.

Step 1: Surprise visit.

“Let’s check on them secretly,” Vikram suggested. “See if they’re actually struggling.”

Aarav smirked. “And if they’re fine, we can rub it in their faces.”

Step 2: Victory.

“We’ll finally be right for once!” Vikram declared.

The two men high-fived.

But what they didn’t know was that their wives had already booked tickets.

And when the four of them ended up bumping into each other at the airport…

Well, let’s just say—Round 2 of the War at Home had begun.

The Choices They Must Make

As the week ended, Ayaan and Riya both found themselves at a crossroads.

Ayaan had to decide—should he forgive the professor for his past mistakes or hold onto resentment?

Riya had to prove—could women’s cricket really take the spotlight, or would history repeat itself?

And as their parents unknowingly flew towards them, one thing was certain—

The real chaos was just beginning.

To Be Continued…

Next: Ayaan makes his decision. Riya faces off with the school board. And the parents? Let’s just say Delhi isn’t ready for them.

Ayaan’s Dilemma – Seeking Answers

Ayaan sat in his hostel room at AIIMS Delhi, staring at his phone screen.

The conversation with Dr. Siddharth Kapoor still lingered in his mind.

"I was afraid."

"I wanted to help your father, but I didn’t. I was just a child, too."

Ayaan wanted to be furious.

Wanted to tell the professor that fear wasn’t an excuse.

That his father had suffered alone, and he had done nothing.

But deep down… Ayaan also felt something else.

Confusion.

Was it fair to blame a young boy for being scared?

Would he have done anything different at that age?

His fingers hovered over his father’s contact.

He needed to talk to the one person who had lived through it all.

Dad Calling…

Aarav picked up instantly. “Ayaan? Everything okay?”

Ayaan hesitated. “Yeah… I just… I need to ask you something.”

Aarav’s voice softened. “Go ahead.”

Ayaan took a deep breath. “Do you ever think about your school days?”

Aarav was silent for a moment. “All the time.”

“Did you ever—” Ayaan hesitated. “Did you ever wish someone had helped you back then?”

Aarav sighed. “Of course. But life doesn’t always give you what you want.”

Ayaan frowned. “What if they wanted to… but didn’t, because they were scared?”

Aarav chuckled softly. “Ayaan, fear is a complicated thing. Some people freeze. Some run. And some pretend they don’t see anything at all.”

“But… is it unforgivable?”

Aarav’s voice was thoughtful. “That depends on what they do after.”

Ayaan frowned. “What do you mean?”

“If a person regrets not helping, they have two choices. They can either hide in guilt forever… or try to make things right, even if it’s years too late.” Aarav paused. “Which one is Dr. Kapoor?”

Ayaan sat back, thinking.

“I don’t know yet.”

“Well,” Aarav said, “why don’t you find out?”

Ayaan sighed. “So you’re saying I shouldn’t just hate him?”

Aarav chuckled. “I’m saying you need to decide. But I know my son—he doesn’t judge blindly.”

Ayaan closed his eyes. His father was right.

Tomorrow, he would go back to Dr. Kapoor.

And this time, he would listen.

Riya’s Battle – The Real Challenge Begins

Meanwhile, Riya stood outside the sports department office, arms crossed.

She had one month to fill the stadium.

One month to prove that women’s cricket deserved the spotlight.

And she had no idea where to start.

Her phone vibrated.

Ayaan: You alive?

Riya smirked and typed back.

Riya: Alive and planning my rebellion.

Ayaan: Sounds about right. Need backup?

Riya: Nah, I got this. Go deal with your old man’s past first.

Ayaan sent a thumbs-up emoji, and Riya exhaled.

No turning back now.

She would make history.

The Parents Have Landed – Trouble Incoming

At Delhi Airport…

Aarav, Vikram, Isha, and Neha walked out, each with a mission in mind.

Aarav smirked. “Let’s go find our kids.”

Vikram grinned. “And let’s see if they’re struggling or if we were right all along.”

At that exact moment—

“I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU TWO!”

Aarav and Vikram froze.

Slowly, they turned around.

Neha and Isha stood behind them, arms crossed, eyes blazing.

Aarav gulped. “Uh… fancy seeing you here?”

Neha narrowed her eyes. “Don’t ‘fancy seeing you’ me. You two were planning a secret trip, weren’t you?!”

Vikram laughed nervously. “What? Nooo… maybe…”

Isha raised an eyebrow. “Well, guess what? We’re going too.”

Aarav sighed. “Of course you are.”

Vikram muttered, “There goes our plan.”

Neha smirked. “Oh, trust me. The real plan is ours.”

And just like that, four very competitive parents were about to invade Delhi.

The real question was…

Were Ayaan and Riya ready for them?

To Be Continued…

Next:

Ayaan faces Dr. Kapoor.

Riya’s cricket campaign goes viral.

The parents arrive… and chaos follows.