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INTRODUCTION

Here are the core elements we need to establish for a successful, running story:

1. The Core Conflict: The Bet • ML - Aarav Singhania: The "Arrogant Prince" of S.P.A.C.E. Academy. A popular singer, heir to a wealthy family (perhaps in the music or entertainment industry), and the leader of the Fab5. His arrogance stems from a combination of entitlement and perhaps hidden pressure or pain. • FL - Diya Dhawan: The "Kind-Hearted Topper." An orphan, highly intelligent, and a dedicated singer. She's working a job to survive and has joined S.P.A.C.E. on a scholarship—making her an immediate outsider to the elite. • The Rival - Rohan Mehra: The catalyst for the bet. He's Aarav's rival, possibly another talented musician, but maybe more calculating. The bet is his way of humiliating Aarav, even if Aarav wins the initial task.

2. The Fab5 Dynamics The Fab5 needs strong internal relationships to make the group compelling: • Aarav Singhania (The Leader/Singer): Driven by ego, the bet, and eventually, genuine feeling for Diya. • Vivaan Singhal (The Loyal Friend/Musician): Aarav's closest friend. He'll start falling for Lavanya Kapoor, creating an internal conflict between his loyalty to Aarav's mean-spirited bet and his own developing romance. • Advik Birla (The Steady One/The Pragmatist): Grounded and practical. He is dating Kavya Singh. He might be the first to question Aarav's actions. • Kavya Singh (The Confidante/The Observer): Advik's girlfriend. She's less involved in the initial bullying and often sees the emotions others miss. • Sonali Sharma (The "Little Sister"/The Mediator): Acts as the conscience of the group. She may develop an early protective feeling towards Diya, creating tension with Aarav.

3. The Friendship Dynamic • Diya Dhawan & Lavanya Kapoor: Their close, supportive friendship is the emotional bedrock. Lavanya will be fiercely protective of Diya against the Fab5, especially Aarav, until she gets distracted by her own budding romance with Vivaan.

(Synopsis)

S.P.A.C.E. Academy is a gilded cage where music is power and talent is measured in currency. At the center of this world is Aarav Singhania, the campus heartthrob, the arrogant lead singer of the elite Fab5, and the heir to a music empire. To him, the Academy is a playground, and every girl is a footnote in his platinum-selling life. But everything changes with the arrival of Diya Dhawan. A brilliant, kind-hearted orphan who clawed her way in on a scholarship, Diya embodies everything Aarav despises: genuine struggle and unpretentious talent. She’s too busy balancing library shifts and vocal training to notice the Academy’s King. In a reckless moment of ego, Aarav accepts a high-stakes bet from his rival, Rohan Mehra: Make Diya Dhawan—the dedicated topper, the ultimate outsider—fall deeply in love with him, only to publicly shatter her heart. As Aarav’s calculated pursuit begins, he finds Diya’s resilience and soulful voice are not just a challenge, but a disruption to his perfectly crafted world. Caught between his duty to the bet, the demands of the Fab5 (Vivaan, Advik, Kavya, and Sonali), and the unwelcome, surging beat of genuine emotion, Aarav must decide if his pride is worth sacrificing the only true harmony he has ever known. From hate and calculated lies to the deepest connection, their journey will test their friendships, shatter family legacies, and redefine the true meaning of performance.

AUTHOR

This story is an ambitious journey built on two foundational Indian concepts: the intense bond of Dosti (friendship) and the volatile drama of Pyaar (love). It is a love story forged in fire, starting not with attraction, but with a cruel, calculated deception.

AUTHOR

You are about to witness the collision of two worlds: the rarefied, privileged world of Aarav Singhania, and the fiercely resilient, hard-earned world of Diya Dhawan. This is a slow-burn, high-drama, Hate-to-Love saga that will require patience, as every turn—every glance, every lie, every truth—unfolds

AUTHOR

Get ready for an epic of music, betrayal, rivalry, and the messy, beautiful reality of finding your true voice.

AUTHOR

And yes this story inspire by Indian Tv show Kaisi Hai Yaarian but not them same there are so much different between I just took little concept from there so don’t say it’s copy of that show without reading full story

Sparks at S.P.A.C.E. Academy

💫💫Tere Layi Ve Main Arshan Ton Chann Mangeya Naale Lishk De Tareyan De Sang Mangeya Tere Layi Ve Main Arshan Ton Chann Mangeya Naale Lishk De Tareyan De Sang Mangeya Chann Tareyan Nu Vi Ho Gayi Ae Khabar Tenu Vekh Vekh Dil Mera Kive Sangeya💫💫

Diya Dhawan: The Double Life

The alarm clock on Diya's tiny nightstand didn't ring; it shrieked—a digital scream that tore through her three hours of sleep. It was 4:30 AM.

Diya silenced it instantly, her movements precise and practiced. The narrow, rented room, smelling faintly of old books and damp monsoon air, was still pitch black. She couldn't afford to wake the landlady in the adjacent room.

This was Diya's first life: The silent struggle for survival in the sprawling, indifferent city of Mumbai. She moved to her small, bolted cupboard and retrieved a neatly folded uniform: a stiff, white shirt and a dark skirt, belonging to the staff of the Grand Central Library. Her second life started at 5:00 AM, cleaning the vast, hushed reading halls before the patrons arrived.

While making a quick cup of strong tea, her gaze fell on her guitar. It was a faithful, scarred acoustic model, a memento from her late father, resting beside a stack of meticulously highlighted textbooks—her third life, the student.

The scholarship that got her into the prestigious S.P.A.C.E. Academy was her lifeline, her father's dream, and her great escape. She wasn't just there to learn; she was there to win. But the scholarship only covered tuition, leaving her to juggle two jobs (the library and weekend tutoring) just to pay for rent, food, and transport.

She finished her tea quickly. Before leaving, she performed her morning ritual. She opened her notebook to a page filled with handwritten music notes and lyrics. Her voice, still husky from sleep, was low, powerful, and deeply emotive. She sang a raga—a complex, soulful melody—not a pop tune, but a classical Indian piece that was the bedrock of her talent. It was raw, honest, and the only time in her day she was just Diya, the singer.

This was the talent she would bring to S.P.A.C.E. Academy. This was the voice that would prove she belonged among the rich kids. At 6:30 AM, after her cleaning shift, she rushed back to her room, changed quickly into her Academy blazer, met her bubbly, supportive friend Lavanya Kapoor at the metro station (Lavanya, thankfully, had a stable, middle-class family and less morning stress), and together, they stepped onto the train toward a world they had only ever read about.

Aarav Singhania: The Gilded Cage

"Sir, your coffee and the new album layouts are ready. You have the 10 AM strategy meeting with Mr. Singhania."

Aarav opened his eyes to the soft, indirect lighting of his penthouse bedroom. The walls were lined with platinum records, not framed photos. The room itself was larger than Diya's entire flat.

This was Aarav's first life: The heir to Singhania Entertainment, a dominant force in the Indian music industry. He didn't need to sing; he was music royalty. His talent was real, but it had been aggressively marketed and polished since he was twelve. Every note he sang was not just art; it was a business asset. His father, a cold, calculating man, treated Aarav's career as the next great acquisition.

Aarav sauntered into his walk-in closet, selecting a jacket that had been flown in from Milan just yesterday. He looked in the mirror, not with vanity, but with practiced detachment. He saw the face the media loved: arrogant, handsome, perfectly sculpted. The Bully Boy, The Superstar. It was a role he played flawlessly to keep the pressure and loneliness at bay.

He skipped the lavish breakfast, preferring to spend thirty minutes in his private, soundproof studio. He played a complex, minor-key piano piece—something dark and technically challenging, something he would never release commercially. This was his true, hidden talent, his pressure valve. It was the only part of his music that his father hadn't co-opted.

As his driver navigated the Rolls-Royce through the heavy morning traffic toward the Academy, Aarav received a text from Rohan Mehra (the rival).

Rohan Mehra(Rival)

📲 Heard your rehearsal this morning. Sounded predictable. Are you even trying anymore, Aarav?

The competitive sting of the message was all Aarav needed to solidify his mood. He had to be the best. He had to dominate S.P.A.C.E. Academy. He had to prove he was still the true Prince of Music.

When he finally arrived at the Academy's impressive entrance, he stepped out, radiating entitlement. He joined the Fab5—his loyal, wealthy, and equally talented entourage—and adopted the pose: the laughing, dismissive, untouchable leader. He was ready to face his rival, but totally unprepared to meet a girl who had worked three times harder just to share the same ground he walked on.

The morning sun had barely risen over Mumbai when Diya Dhawan stepped onto the sprawling campus of S.P.A.C.E. Academy. The sprawling red-brick buildings, glass-paneled music studios, and manicured gardens screamed prestige, yet Diya felt a familiar flutter of nerves. She adjusted the strap of her backpack, her eyes scanning the students bustling around, all impeccably dressed in designer uniforms or trendy casuals.

She had been warned about the academy’s elite social circles, the Fab5 being the untouchable rulers of popularity and talent. She swallowed hard

Diya Dhawan(FL)

“Stay calm, Diya. You’ve worked too hard to let a few arrogant kids scare you.”

Her best friend, Lavanya Kapoor, walked beside her, grinning like she owned the place.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Relax, Diya! This is S.P.A.C.E.! You’re going to shine. And don’t worry about them.”

Lavanya had that effortless confidence that made people gravitate toward her. She was Diya’s anchor in this storm of social hierarchies.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

“I hope so,” She murmured, clutching her books a little tighter.

It didn’t take long. Within ten minutes, Diya found herself standing in the music hall for orientation

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

"Deep breaths, Diya," (she whispered)

whose eyes, though wide, sparkled with an irrepressible excitement. Lavanya looked like a firecracker—vibrant pink kurti, quick movements, already scoping out the boys. "This is it. Our stage."

Diya Dhawan(FL)

"Our first stage. Mine starts at the library, where I have a shift after classes."

They stepped into the atrium, and the energy of the place hit them—a dizzying mix of expensive cologne, amplified bass beats, and the effortless confidence of the privileged. It was in the exact center of this magnificent chaos that they saw Aarav Singhania and the Fab5.

They weren't walking; they were migrating, a gravitational pull of elite youth. Aarav was the sun. Dressed in a designer jacket that probably cost Diya's entire semester's rent, he was leaned against the grand piano, his head thrown back in a laugh—a sound that was rich, arrogant, and undeniably melodic. Vivaan Singhal was joking with Advik Birla and Kavya Singh, while Sonali Sharma adjusted Aarav’s scarf with the easy familiarity of a sister.

Their path intersected with Diya and Lavanya's near a bulletin board detailing the 'Annual Academy Showcase.'

Aarav, without looking, stretched his arm out to emphasize a point to Vivaan, his hand knocking Diya’s guitar case, sending it scraping along the marble floor. The low, mournful sound of the thud cut through the buzz of the atrium.

Diya froze, a tremor running through her. That guitar was all she had left of her father.

Aarav Singhania(ML)

“Watch it”

Aarav said, his voice flat, not bothering to turn around. He was focused entirely on Vivaan.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

"Excuse me," She said, her voice surprisingly steady, though her hands were shaking. She bent quickly to inspect the case. "You should watch where you put your hands."

Aarav stopped laughing. The entire Fab5—and half the onlookers—turned to stare at the girl who dared challenge their leader. Aarav slowly turned, his dark eyes sweeping over Diya's scholarship badge, her slightly frayed jeans, and her face. His gaze was dismissive, colder than the marble beneath their feet.

Aarav Singhania(ML)

"Ah, a scholarship girl," he drawled, his lips curling into a predatory, charming smile. "My bad. I forget sometimes that not everyone here can afford to pay attention to where they stand. Tell me, Miss….?Whatever ," he paused, mocking her , "is that guitar a rental, or is the academy kind enough to supply basic equipment for the less privileged?"

The Fab5 reacted on cue. Kavya Singh covered her mouth, trying to suppress a giggle that wasn't entirely genuine. Vivaan smirked, puffing out his chest with reflected pride. Only Sonali Sharma looked faintly uncomfortable, shifting her weight. …..He paused, clearly waiting for a name he wouldn't remember anyway.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

"Diya Dhawan," she said, lifting her chin. She wasn't angry; she was incandescent with pure indignation. ""It's mine, Mr. Singhania. And it got me a seat in this academy based on merit, something your father's wealth bought you without a single practice session."

The silence was deafening. Aarav’s smile vanished. The playful cruelty in his eyes hardened into true malice. He took a single, slow step toward her, closing the distance.

Suddenly, a voice boomed from the doorway.

Rohan Mehra(Rival)

"Well, well, well, Aarav. Starting the year off with your usual charm, I see."

Rohan Mehra strolled in, surrounded by his own, smaller entourage. Rohan was Aarav's dark mirror—equally rich, equally talented, but with a more calculated, poisonous edge.

Rohan’s eyes, cold and assessing, went from Diya to Aarav.

Rohan Mehra(Rival)

"Picking on the new scholarship girl already? Low, even for you."

Aarav’s attention snapped away from Diya, zeroing in on his true rival.

Aarav Singhania(ML)

"Mind your own business, Rohan. Or maybe you're worried I'll actually produce some decent music this year, unlike your recycled beats?"

Rohan laughed, a harsh, dismissive sound and left from there thinking something dangerous

Otherside Aarav Also thinking how to tame this scholarship girl

Diya is going from there a voice come from behind stop her

Aarav Singhania(ML)

Listen Carefully Ms Scholar At S.P.A.C.E.? You’re confused, nerdy topper. Who think talent gets you in the door; money owns the stage. Go back to your library shift before you scratch the furniture with your cheap accessories."❄️❄️

He took a challenging step forward, forcing Diya back a pace. Lavanya, her face a mask of furious color, finally found her voice.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

"Who do you think you are, talking to her like that?" She spat, stepping between them. "She's worked ten times harder than you think about it on sitting luxurious bed..

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

Before Aarav could unleash another verbal assault..Lavanya took Diya from there

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AUTHOR

So give me your opinion on first chapter did you guys like it shall I continue this story

The Bullying Begins

✍️Ae dil zara kal ke liye bhi dhadak lena Yeh aaj ki shaam sambhal ke rakh lena Kahan aise lamhe aayenge phir? Yeh aag hawaaon mein hogi kahan Ke roz tu baahon mein hogi kahan Yeh soch ke jaan nikalti hai Tum aaj ke baad milogi kahan Yeh aanch mili hai toh aaj dehak lena Ae dil zara kal ke liye bhi dhadak lena✍️

AUTHOR

My fav song ♥️

The sprawling campus of S.P.A.C.E. Academy glimmered under the warm morning sun, a mix of red-brick buildings, glass studios, and lush lawns. For Diya Dhawan, stepping onto the campus for the second time was like entering a world that belonged to everyone except her.

She is afraid because she knows she lit fire in those rich brat now she can’t escape from them

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Relax, Diya. Just be yourself. They might be rich brats, but you have brains, talent… and a backbone,” She said with a smirk.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

(She nodded, trying to steady her racing heart.)”Yeah, but they all seem… untouchable. Fab5 rules everything here.”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

(Her grin widened.)”Exactly why we’re here to shake things up. Don’t let them scare you.”

Later that day..The cafeteria was buzzing with chatter when Diya and Lavanya entered. Groups huddled around tables, laughter echoing. And at the center of it all, the Fab5 reigned supreme.

Diya tried to find a quiet corner, but as she sat down, a tray was pushed off the table by a careless elbow. A loud laugh followed

Aarav Singhania(ML)

“Watch where you sit, newbie!” He jeered.

Diya simply ignored them, picking up her fallen sandwich. She didn’t want trouble. She couldn’t afford it.

But Lavanya’s eyes blazed.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Seriously?! You think you can humiliate people in front of everyone? Not today!” She strode toward the table, her voice sharp.Pickup a water bottle and going to pour on his head but it’s accidentally pour on Vivaan shirt

The cafeteria fell silent as Lavanya confronted them, hands on hips. The Fab5 barely flinched. They were untouchable, rich, and spoiled—no one dared challenge them in public.

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

“What the fuck wrong with you girl”😡😡you spoiled my shirt

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“I am sorry it’s was not meant for you “

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

“Just get lost”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Why would…

Diya make Lavanya silent she don’t want fight

Just as Lavanya fumed, Aarav leaned back, a girl dangling from his arm.

Aarav Singhania(ML)

“And why is everyone so serious?Its just starting many more coming just enjoy”he drawled.

Before anyone could react, he kissed the girl on the cheek in front of the entire cafeteria, laughing when she clung to him shyly.

Then, without missing a beat, he pulled her onto his lap, utterly disregarding the stares and whispers.

Diya turned her gaze away, disgusted yet unable to ignore the arrogance. Lavanya whispered furiously

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“How can someone be so shameless… and still everyone worship him?”

Diya simply nodded, taking a deep breath. She had a long road ahead, but she wasn’t the type to back down. Not from bullies, not from Fab5.

Their bully continues going on .Even as Diya tried to ignore them, the Fab5 had noticed her. It started small: whispers when she passed, pointed laughter at her modest uniform, and subtle pranks like someone flicking her notebook off her desk.

Aarav, in particular, seemed fascinated by her calm demeanor. Most students would have panicked, yelled, or burst into tears, but Diya simply picked up her books and walked away, refusing to give him the satisfaction of a reaction.

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

(He smirked, nudging Aarav.) “She’s… different. Not scared of you. That’s rare.”

Aarav Singhania(ML)

(His eyes sparkled with mischief). “Interesting,” he murmured

but no one could read the thoughts behind his smirk.

After the cafeteria incident, Diya and Lavanya retreated to a quieter courtyard. Lavanya flopped onto the grass dramatically

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“I swear, some people are born to make everyone miserable. And Aarav… he’s the king of them all!”

Diya Dhawan(FL)

(She smiled faintly.) “He’s not worth the worry. I need to focus on my practice, my classes. That’s what matters.”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

(She leaned closer, a hint of admiration in her eyes.) “You’re brave, Diya. Most people would have melted under their attention. But you… you stay calm. I like that.”You are my strongest girl

Diya felt a small warmth in her chest. Having someone who truly understood her made the day a little easier.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

“Thanks, Lav. I couldn’t do this without you.”

The academy wasn’t just about navigating social politics—it was music, competition, and survival of the fittest. Today, Diya had her first practice session in the main auditorium.

As she entered, Aarav’s voice rang out, loud and playful.

Aarav Singhania(ML)

“Ms scholar! Care to sing in front of me? Don’t worry, I promise I won’t laugh… much.”

Diya’s cheeks flushed, but she ignored the taunt, walking toward her assigned practice space. Aarav’s smirk followed her, a silent challenge.

Even as she sang her first notes, flawless and clear, she could feel the eyes of Fab5 and other students on her—some mocking, some curious. Aarav, however, seemed… impressed, though he would never admit it aloud.

By the end of the day, it was clear: Diya had entered a battlefield disguised as an academy. The Fab5 had noticed her, and Aarav’s attention was not going to fade.

But Diya was determined. She had survived poverty, loneliness, and ridicule. A few spoiled rich brats weren’t going to break her.

Lavanya looped her arm through Diya’s as they walked back to their dorm

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Tomorrow, we plan our little counterattack,” she said mischievously.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

(She laughed softly, feeling a surge of courage). “Let them come. I’m ready.”

And somewhere across campus, Aarav leaned back in his chair, smirking at the new girl who refused to play by his rules, already plotting his next move.

The morning sun painted a golden hue over S.P.A.C.E. Academy, but for Diya Dhawan, the day felt anything but calm. She walked briskly through the marble halls, backpack heavy with books and instruments, trying to ignore the whispers that followed her. She wasn’t naïve—she knew that her quiet confidence, her refusal to bow to the Fab5’s antics, had already earned her the attention of the entire academy.

Beside her, Lavanya walked with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Diya, today’s the day we teach those rich brats a lesson,” she whispered, her voice low but brimming with excitement.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

(Her stomach tightened). “I… I don’t know, Lavanya. What if it backfires?”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

(She laughed softly.) “Relax, Diya. That’s why I’m the brains of this operation, and you’re my secret weapon. Trust me.”

Diya sighed, knowing that when Lavanya was determined, resistance was futile.

The cafeteria buzzed with its usual mix of chatter and clatter, but today the Fab5 were even more ostentatious. Aarav Singhania lounged at the center of the largest table, his blazer unbuttoned, hair perfectly tousled, a female student hanging onto his arm.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Time for our move,” She whispered, pulling Diya toward a nearby table stacked with empty trays and napkins. She winked. “Just follow my lead.”

With precision, Lavanya orchestrated a small prank. She sent a stack of napkins which filled with white colour powder flying toward the Fab5’s table with a cleverly timed gust from a fan switch she had quietly triggered. The napkins fluttered across Aarav’s face, sticking to his hair and jacket. The cafeteria erupted in laughter—except from the Fab5

Aarav Singhania(ML)

“Who did that?” His voice sharp, but there was a flicker of amusement behind the anger.

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

(He smirked.)“Looks like the new girl has a friend with guts,” he whispered to himself

He alredy notice how Lavanya put powder in napkin’s but he want to see what can see do it

Diya ducked behind her tray, cheeks burning, while Lavanya stifled a triumphant laugh. “Mission accomplished,” she mouthed.

The Fab5, humiliated in front of the cafeteria, immediately escalated their response. Aarav, with a dark glint in his eye, leaned back and signaled to Vivaan and Advik. The subtle plan was cruel in its elegance.

By mid-afternoon, Diya found herself cornered in the music practice hall.

Kavya Singh(ML BFF)

“New girl, your uniform is—how do we say—so ordinary,” She sneered , circling like a predator. “Do you even know what a proper S.P.A.C.E. student looks like?”

Advik pushed her music folder off the table, while Sonali’s voice cut through the hall, deceptively sweet.

Sonali Sharma(ML BFF)

“Careful, Newbie… or you might ruin your little reputation before it even begins.”

Diya swallowed hard. Her introverted nature flared—she hated confrontation and would rather fade into the background than retaliate openly. But her eyes hardened. She refused to cry, to yell, to give them power.

Only Lavanya dared to stand beside her.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Back off!” she snapped. “Diya is not your punching bag. Not here, not ever.”

Aarav, leaning against the wall, observed quietly, a smirk playing on his lips. He wasn’t interfering—yet. Something about Diya’s calm endurance intrigued him, but he would never admit it aloud.

After practice, Diya and Lavanya retreated to the courtyard. The sunlight filtered through the trees, and for a brief moment, Diya exhaled a shaky sigh.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Diya… are you okay?” She asked, concerned.

Diya Dhawan(FL)

(She nodded.)”I’m fine… just tired. You know naa….I don’t… I don’t like fighting. I only talk when I have to.”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

(She smiled warmly). “And that’s why I’m here. You’ll never have to face them alone.”

Diya felt a small wave of comfort. With Lavanya, she could breathe, could laugh, could be herself.

While Diya and Lavanya bonded, the academy buzzed with life elsewhere.

Later in corridor

Vivaan approached Lavanya, leaning casually against a pillar.

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

“So, you’re the mastermind behind that little cafeteria stunt?”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

(She raised an eyebrow.)”Maybe. And what if I am?”

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

(He smirked.)”I like it. Spunky girls are… entertaining.”

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

(She rolled her eyes)”Don’t get used to it, you rich boy.”We are not here for entertaining “

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

“I like it”😉we will meet soon miss stunt

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Hope never”

She left from there stomping her foot

Vivaan Singhal(ML BFF)

“You caught my eye Miss angrybird “(to himself)

Otherside

Advik Birla(ML BFF)

(He whispered to Kavya), “Did you see that? Our Fab5 honor got… disrupted.”

Kavya Singh(ML BFF)

(She laughed softly, her hand brushing his). “Relax, Advik. It’s just a new girl and her friend. Nothing we can’t handle.”

Sonali watched from the corner, notebook in hand. She was the mediator among friends, always noticing subtle dynamics. Her inner thoughts reflected amusement and concern.

Sonali Sharma(ML BFF)

💭 “Interesting… the new girl isn’t afraid. And Aarav… he’s curious. This could get messy.”💭

Later in the afternoon, Aarav returned to the cafeteria with a new display of arrogance. He kissed a girl on the cheek, placed her on his lap, and whispered something that made her giggle uncontrollably. The Fab5 members laughed along, reinforcing their dominance.

Diya sat at a distance, silently fuming. She could barely focus on her notes as Lavanya whispered,

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Ignore him. That’s exactly what he wants—attention.”

Yet Diya couldn’t help stealing glances. Something about Aarav’s cocky confidence made her chest tighten, though she loathed herself for noticing.

That evening, back in the dorm, Diya and Lavanya reviewed the day’s events.

Lavanya Kapoor(FL BFF)

“Tomorrow,” She said, eyes gleaming, “we again push back. But carefully. They’re rich, spoiled, and dangerous.”

Diya Dhawan(FL)

(She nodded, determination slowly replacing her fear. )“I can… handle it. With you.”

The bond between the two friends had strengthened—they were partners in mischief and survival, preparing for the escalating war that was S.P.A.C.E. Academy.

Unseen feelings

Somewhere deep down, Aarav felt the first stirrings of curiosity… perhaps even attraction.

And somewhere deep down, Diya didn’t yet realize how unavoidable this collision of worlds would be—between rich brats and scholarship warriors, arrogance and integrity, hatred and a love neither of them were ready to admit.

AUTHOR

Hey my lovely cupcakes 💕 If you’ve reached here, that means you’re walking through the halls of S.P.A.C.E. Academy with Diya, Lavanya, Aarav, and the entire Fab5… and trust me, things are just getting started 😏✨

AUTHOR

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Stay tuned – “The Prank that Started It All…” 🎭 Because sometimes, one silly prank can change everything. 💫

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