Chapter 1: The Beginning of a New Era

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!

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