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...RUDRA RATHORE~MALE LEAD...

...AGE~20...

...He's a well-behaved a little short-tempered man..handsome..charming...love his friend and support them... trust his uncle too muchh...excel in his studies..one of the richest in city...

...RUHI MEHRA~FEMALE LEAD...

...AGE~19...

...Beautiful...strong headed girl.. don't take anyone's bullshit..fierce..bold..lovable..charming..loves herself..good in studies..love to read books..find peace in being alone...a little secretive...

...SAMEER~RUDRA'S FRIEND...

...AGE~20...

...Mischief person...loves to make fun of others..bullies other students...bad at academics...good looking...loves to play game..rich...

...ARJUN~RUDRA'S FRIEND...

...AGE~19...

...Mischief person...loves to make fun of others..bullies other students...bad at academics...good looking...loves to play game...rich...

...SAMAIRA~RUDRA'A FRIEND...

...AGE~20...

bold fierce.. secretly loves Rudra...hates maya...want to be the only girl friend in the group.. obsessive... possesive..bad at academics..richh..loves to bully others

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Killin’ It Girl

You are now tuned in

To the one and the only j-hope

You're killin' it, girl, you're killin' it, girl

Ten out of ten, oh, you're killin' it, girl

Baddest out yo friends, oh, you're killin' it, girl

You're killin' it, girl, you're killin' it, girl

Came here in a Lamb', oh, you're killin' it, girl

All without a man, oh, you're killin' it, girl

Runway ready, gotta get some confetti

'Cause we gotta celebrate like it's your birthday (whoo)

Looking like a twenty from Korea to Miami

Oh, I wanna get with you in the worst way (whoo)

It should be a crime just to look that fine

Girl, if you're single, let me make you mine

Call a nurse before it gets worse

I'ma really, really need first aid

You're killin' it, girl, you're killin' it, girl

Ten out of ten, oh, you're killin' it, girl

Baddest out yo' friends, oh, you're killin' it, girl

(Oh) you're killin' it, girl (Gorilla, oh) you're killin' it, girl (oh)

(Oh) came here in a Lamb', oh, you're killin' it, girl (yeah, I know)

All without a man, oh, you're killin' it, girl

Murder for hire (split), Mike Glo Myers (who?)

I keep my foot up on their necks and my heels high (hey)

Might take your man and tell you go take it to trial (bitch)

I'm dead serious, the baddest chick alive (hey)

Baddies get inspired, bottles gettin' poured up

He must be a tire, the way he tryin' to roll up

Lawyers gettin' hired, they know I'd be killin' it

Blood on the scene (bao, bao, bao), period

He said I be killin' it, I said, "I do this everyday"

Money talk, lil' baby, I can't hear you, what'd you say?

There go the yellow tape, now, sit back and pay attention

And let me show you to slay (I can't, can't, can't)

You're killin' it, girl, you're killin' it, girl

Ten out of ten, oh, you're killin' it, girl

Baddest out yo' friends, oh, you're killin' it, girl

(Oh) you're killin' it, girl, (oh) you're killin' it, girl

(Oh) came here in a Lamb', oh, you're killin' it, girl

All without a man, oh, you're killin' it, girl

you're killin' it, girl

(Oh) you're killin' it, girl, you're killin' it, girl

(Oh) you're killin' it, girl, (oh) you're killin' it, girl

(Oh) you're killin' it, girl, you're killin' it, girl

Chapter One – The First Glance

The winter sun spread a soft glow over St. Aaryan College, warming the pale stone walls and the rustling gulmohar trees at the entrance. Students poured through the gates in twos and threes, voices mixing with the hum of scooter engines and the occasional laughter echoing across the courtyard.

Rudra stepped out of his classroom, his shirt neatly tucked, books held in one arm. On the surface, he was everything a professor could want—polite, punctual, and bright. But if you looked closely, you’d notice something else: a certain distance in his eyes, as if part of him stood somewhere far away, untouched by the noise of youth around him.

It wasn’t that Rudra didn’t have friends. He did—two boys, Arjun and Sameer, and a girl named Samaira. They were popular, loud, and often walked through the campus as if it belonged to them. The problem was, they had a habit of pushing their weight around, enjoying the uneasy glances they got from juniors. Rudra never joined in their antics, but he never stopped them either. Sometimes, silence feels safer than confrontation.

That day, a new face walked through the main gate.

Ruhi.

She wore a plain white kurta with a light blue stole, her hair tied neatly, and a notebook clutched in her hands. She wasn’t shy—her eyes moved across the campus with calm confidence, taking in every corner as though mapping it in her mind.

“Fresh meat,” Sameer muttered with a smirk, elbowing Arjun. Samaira laughed softly. The three exchanged a glance and started walking towards her.

“Hey,” Arjun called out. “New here, right? First-year newbies have to impress us so wh—”

But before he could finish, Ruhi stopped and looked him straight in the eye.

“I’m here to study, not to audition for your approval,” she said, her voice clear, her expression steady.

The group froze for a moment—unused to being met with defiance. Samaira’s smile faltered, Sameer frowned, and Arjun shrugged it off with an awkward laugh.

Rudra, standing a few steps behind them, watched her.

He didn’t know what it was—the way she didn’t flinch, or the spark in her eyes—but something shifted inside him. A small, silent pull.

So this is Ruhi…

He didn’t call it love, not yet. He didn’t even recognise it for what it was. But somewhere in his chest, a corner long locked away had opened, just a little.

That night, Rudra sat in his small room at his house, the hum of the ceiling fan filling the silence. His parents’ faces faint now with time floated in his mind. They’d been gone since he was seven, lost to an accident that still felt unreal when he thought about it. His uncle had raised him, given him a home, but some absences can’t be replaced.

Sometimes, when the world quieted down, Rudra felt the weight of that loneliness pressing against him. He had never said it out loud, but deep down, he wished for someone~not a friend in passing, not a crowd around him~someone who would be his. Someone who would choose him, and love him.

And though he didn’t know it yet, Ruhi’s arrival had just turned that silent wish into the beginning of a story.

Chapter Two – The First Crack

The following week at St. Aaryan College passed in fragments—lectures, assignments, and the restless energy of campus life. Ruhi settled in faster than most first-years. She spoke little, but when she did, her words carried weight. Professors appreciated her focus, and some of the quieter students had already begun gravitating towards her.

Rudra noticed.

He noticed the way she lingered in the library during lunch breaks, the way she tilted her head slightly while listening, as if tuning out everything else. Once, he caught her sitting under the old banyan tree, scribbling something in a notebook, sunlight slipping through the leaves onto her face. That sight stayed with him long after he walked away.

Samaira noticed too~but for different reasons.

For months, she had been the only girl in Rudra’s close circle, her laughter often directed at his rare smiles, her voice softening when she spoke to him. She had never said the words out loud, but her feelings were no secret to herself. Rudra was the one steady thing in her otherwise messy life. She didn’t care if he wasn’t as reckless as Arjun or Sameer..his quiet nature was exactly what drew her in.

And now, this… Ruhi.

It started small. A shared glance between Rudra and the new girl. A faint smile he didn’t seem to give anyone else. Once, Samaira saw him holding the library door open for Ruhi—a simple gesture, but it stung more than it should have.

The breaking point came on Thursday.

They were all in the canteen—Rudra, Arjun, Sameer, Samaira—when Ruhi walked in, holding a steaming cup of tea. The only empty chair in the room was beside Rudra. She hesitated, scanning the tables, and before Samaira could say a word, Rudra spoke.

“Here,” he said, sliding his bag off the chair.

Ruhi sat down. And for the next fifteen minutes, they spoke~not a lot, but enough to make Samaira feel like she wasn’t even there. The way Rudra leaned slightly towards Ruhi, the way his usually reserved eyes softened—it was enough to turn the tea in Samaira's cup bitter.

That evening, Samaira stared at her reflection in her bedroom mirror, the smile she usually wore nowhere in sight.

She’s just new… it’s nothing, she told herself.

But a quieter, sharper voice in her mind whispered—You’re losing him.

And in that moment, Samaira made a silent promise to herself:~ whatever this was between Rudra and Ruhi, she would not let it grow.

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I hope you guys will like this story… Furthermore, I have spent so much time writing this and creating this story... I really wish you guys would like it and give me a chance

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“You've gotta dance like there's nobody watching, Love like you'll never be hurt, Sing like there's nobody listening, And live like it's heaven on earth.”

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LOVE YOURSELF 💗

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