Characters

Gia :- Female Protagonist ( 25 years)

Askh :- Male Protagonist ( 23 years)

Ashi :-Aksh's Sister And Gia's Bestie (24 years)

Arnav :- Aksh's Best friend and Gia's Boyfriend (23 years)

Daksh :- The Villian (Kind of misunderstood person)

Summary : New neighbors came into their neighborhood, and they got close really fast and they got feelings for each other as they grew up, but adulthood complexes get between them and this story is about how they come out from it and move forward and there is question for all readers out there what will happen next if they move together or separate

Story:- Chapter 1

The story began with a friends' trip to the mountains. In a car packed with people, Gia sat by the window, with her best friend, Ashi, on her other side. Between them was Ashi's brother, Aksh. In the front was Ashi's husband, while their cousins and their partners filled the back seats.

Aksh and Ashi have motion sickness, so they take medicine for it and as they are in the middle of their destination Ashi sleeps leaning the window

Gia was looking outside the window and enjoying fresh air and beautiful views. (she didn't want to look towards him to avoid him as they have a coldness towards each other)

(Gia(inner thoughts) :- don't look that way Gia, just don't, look how rude he is not saying a word while sitting beside me and why my heart is pounding, stay away from him, you know the consequences otherwise)

She suddenly feels a heavy presence at her laps she looked down, and she is stunned to see Aksh was lying on her laps he doesn't have consciousness because of medication, and he sleeps she didn't react and after some time he turns his face towards her belly and warps his arms around her waist and his legs were on Ashi's laps. Now Gia's heartbeats are racing like crazy, but she somehow managed to control her feelings. As the car bumped on the speed breaker held him, so he didn't fall then they moved forward she held his head with her left hand, and she was running her fingers through his hair with her right hand.

Reached the hotel

As they reached hotel they found that they have booked only four rooms and all the couples wants to spend time with their partners, so they eventually end up being in one room, and they have to share room with each other, and they can't say anything because they don't want to separate them, so they agree to it as they reached room he straight went to the washroom to freshen up, he had headache from travelling and medication he took. And as he came outside he saw her touch her self and moaned while satisfying her self he was shocked and his mind went completely blank. All he could see was her, a moment of raw vulnerability, and his heart pounded and the moment she realized she stopped and glared at him and behaved normally and went to freshen up.

(She reacted normally because for her, it was normal for any human to touch themselves)

Chapter 2: The Past

The day Gia moved into the neighborhood was nothing special—just a regular afternoon with sunlight spilling through the curtains and the faint sound of distant honking from the main road. Boxes were being unloaded, voices echoed from the driveway, and Ashi was, as always, watching everything unfold from her window like it was a live reality show.

> “Someone’s moving in next to us!” she squealed, turning to her brother.

“Hmm.”

“Should we go meet them?”

Aksh didn't even lift his eyes from his sketchbook. “If you want to go, go. Don’t drag me into it.”

“So dramatic,” Ashi muttered, already slipping on her flip-flops.

Outside, the summer air was thick with dust and the scent of fresh paint. A girl around Ashi’s age stood beside her mother, balancing a plant pot in one hand and a phone in the other.

> “Hey! Gia, right?” Ashi called out.

Gia turned, surprised. Her eyes were tired, her clothes slightly crumpled from the move. “Yes… how do you know my name?”

Ashi flashed a grin. “Your mom called you earlier. I have good ears.”

Gia blinked, then chuckled softly. That was the beginning.

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They became friends quickly. Gia, an ambivert who usually waited for others to start the conversation, found Ashi’s nosiness oddly comforting. Ashi was like a warm breeze—loud, blunt, and unapologetically welcoming.

A few days later, Ashi invited her over.

> “Come on, just for a bit. You’ll love it. I’ll show you my room. And we have a huge TV.”

Gia hesitated but agreed. She asked her parents, tied her hair into a neat bun, and followed Ashi next door.

They had barely stepped into the living room when a sharp voice echoed from the hallway.

> “Why do you keep dragging random people into our house?”

A boy emerged, clearly annoyed, ruffling his hair like he’d just woken up. He looked about her age—tall, quiet intensity, a storm in his eyes.

Gia froze. Her heart raced. She couldn't hear anything else. Her ears were ringing.

Something about him—his presence, the unexpected sharpness of his voice—knocked the breath out of her.

> “Gia? Hey?”

Ashi touched her arm, pulling her back to reality.

> “I—” Gia stammered.

> “Aksh, stop being a jerk!” Ashi snapped. “She’s our neighbor, not a thief. Don’t make her feel unwelcome.”

Aksh didn’t respond. His eyes flicked to Gia, and for a moment, something unreadable passed between them. Then he turned and walked away.

He didn’t apologize, but he didn’t say anything cruel either. Maybe that was enough—for now.

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One Month Later

Gia didn’t go to their house much after that. She didn't want to be where she wasn’t wanted.

But Ashi kept insisting.

> “Don’t take him seriously. He’s like that with everyone.”

“No, it’s okay. Maybe we can hang out at my place instead?”

“With your whole family at home? No way. We can’t talk about cute boys or complain about cramps with aunties around.”

Eventually, Gia gave in and started visiting again—at first rarely, then more often. She would sit on the edge of the sofa, careful not to overstay. Sometimes, Aksh would be in the next room. Sometimes he wasn’t.

What surprised her was the presence of Arnav, Aksh’s best friend. He seemed to live there more than his own house. He was funny, talkative, and had a way of making everyone feel included—even Gia. Especially Gia.

> “So, what do you think of this antisocial robot?” Arnav joked once, nodding at Aksh who was sketching on the balcony.

“I think…” Gia paused, smiling faintly. “He doesn’t like people in his space.”

“Exactly. But don’t worry. Eventually, we all start living in his space whether he likes it or not.”

And that's exactly what happened.

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Two Years Later

Gia had become part of the family. She spent festivals, late-night snack runs, and lazy Sunday evenings with Ashi and Arnav. Aksh never said much—but he never asked her to leave either.

Over time, they found a strange rhythm. Aksh wouldn’t talk to her directly, but he would pass her the remote, pull out a chair for her at the dining table, or leave the last samosa on the plate. Small things. Quiet things. But they mattered.

> He talks through actions, Gia once told herself. And maybe… that’s okay.

When Arnav started texting her outside the group chat, she didn’t overthink it. When he asked her out, she hesitated—but said yes.

> Aksh didn't react when he found out.

Or maybe he did. Just not in a way she could see.

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Year Three — Ashi’s Wedding Week

The house buzzed with celebration. Mehendi, music, food, relatives everywhere. Laughter spilled out of every room.

Gia was now like a daughter in the house. Ashi’s cousins adored her, especially Laksh, who treated her like a sister. Then there was Daksh—loud, sarcastic, with a spark in his eyes that matched her humor. They clicked, in a weird, chaotic kind of way.

That night, during the Mehendi ceremony, the cousins were playing dumb charades, everyone giggling, dancing, teasing. It was a blur of fun—until Daksh pulled Gia aside, saying he wanted to talk.

They walked out to the terrace, where the lights from the city blinked in the distance.

> “You’re different tonight,” he said, voice unusually soft.

“Too much sugar,” she joked.

“No, I mean it. I… I’ve liked you for a while, Gia.”

She turned to him, surprised. “Daksh, what are you talking ab—”

He leaned in and kissed her.

It wasn’t soft. It wasn’t gentle. It wasn’t wanted.

Gia froze for a heartbeat, then shoved him back.

> “What the hell are you doing?” she snapped, her voice shaking.

“I thought—”

“You thought wrong.”

She stormed back inside, heart pounding.

And just before she reentered the room, she saw him—Arnav, standing in the hallway, eyes wide, jaw clenched. He had seen everything.

She tried to speak, but he turned and walked away.

And in that single moment, the bond they’d spent three years building… began to crumble.

Gia slipped into the washroom, her steps steady, her face calm—as if nothing unusual had happened. She splashed water on her cheeks, took a deep breath, and stared at her reflection. She was comfortable with him, too comfortable. That was why she could act like this, even when her chest still trembled inside.

The door opened.

Aksh entered without hesitation. He walked straight toward her, until her back pressed against the basin. His presence filled the narrow space, close enough for her to feel the heat radiating off him.

“Aksh—” she whispered, startled.

His hand lifted, brushing her cheek. Their eyes locked, heavy with a tension that made the air itself thick. Both of them breathed harder, as if silence alone was pulling them closer.

“What are you doing?” Gia managed.

His voice came low, rough, his restraint breaking under the haze of the medicine.

“I can relieve you… fully.”

Then he kissed her.

It wasn’t gentle. It was raw, consuming. Gia stiffened at first, shock flashing through her, but then the pull was too strong. She kissed him back, clutching the basin edge, her body betraying her hesitation.

His hand slid to her waist, gripping firmly before slipping beneath her pants. Gia’s breath caught. She broke the kiss with a gasp, but his mouth returned to hers, swallowing the sound as his fingers moved deeper, precise, relentless.

Her knees weakened. Her hands dug into his shoulders as waves of pleasure built inside her—faster, higher, until her body shuddered violently against him, muffled moans lost in his kiss.

When she finally collapsed against the basin, trembling, Aksh stepped back. His chest rose and fell hard. Without a word, he turned, washed his hands under the cold tap, and walked out.

Gia stayed frozen, staring at the girl in the mirror. Same face, same eyes—but not the same. For the first time in her life, she had been touched in a way that reached her core. She had always thought intimacy couldn’t move her, that something was broken inside her. But tonight, Aksh proved her wrong. He had given her what no one else could.

When she finally returned to the room, Aksh was already asleep. His face was calm, almost boyish in rest. Gia slipped into bed beside him and, without meaning to, kept her eyes on him. She thought about what had just happened, about how it left her shaken yet oddly complete. Her first real release. Her first taste of something she hadn’t even realized she’d been missing.

Her chest ached with questions she couldn’t yet answer. But with him right beside her, she drifted off to sleep.

It was Aksh who woke first.

Morning light slipped through the curtains, brushing the room in pale gold. He stirred—and froze. Gia had climbed onto him in her sleep. Her head rested against his chest, her arm curled over his waist, her body pressed into his like she had been searching for him even in her dreams.

For a long moment, he didn’t move. He only looked at her.

Her breathing was soft, lips parted slightly, hair messy across her face. She looked innocent, unguarded, almost childlike. Something in his chest loosened, warmed. A faint smile tugged at his lips before he could stop it.

But then her lashes fluttered. She was waking.

His smile vanished. His brows furrowed, his jaw tightened—masking the softness in an instant. By the time Gia opened her eyes and realized she was sprawled across him, all she saw was his sharp, angry face.

Her heart jumped. She quickly pulled back, fumbling upright.

He sat up, grabbed his toothbrush, and walked off without a word.

In the washroom, Aksh gripped the basin, leaning into it heavily.

Cold water splashed over his face, but it didn’t wash away the memories flashing in his mind—her lips, her sounds, the way her body had melted into his hands. He couldn’t piece it all together clearly, but enough to know he had crossed a line he couldn’t uncross.

He looked at himself in the mirror. His hair was a mess, his eyes restless, his mouth twitching somewhere between a smirk and regret.

For a moment, he chuckled under his breath, shaking his head.

“What the hell did I do…”

The smirk faded quickly.

Because the truth was, he wasn’t sure—had he only touched her, or had he gone further without remembering?

His reflection stared back at him, guilty and unsettled, as if he had already ruined something he didn’t yet know how to fix.