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"Kehte hain pyaar ke bina zindagi nahi hoti,
Lekin wahi pyaar jab zindagi ki sabse badi bediyan ban jaaye,
Toh azaadi ka matlab hi kho jaata hai.
Kya ladki hona itna bada paap hai?
Agar paap hai, toh yeh sab sirf mere saath kyun?
Jab apni kismat se hi bharosa uth jaaye,
Toh kisi aur se kya umeed rakhein?
Kehte hain umeed par hi zindagi kayam hai,
Dekhte hain, meri zindagi mein kabhi koi 'forever ever' ban kar aata hai ya nahi.
Aur ab swagat hai hamari kahani mein - Forever Heaven.
Shivani aur Yash ki kahani ka hissa baniye,
Aakhir tak saath rehna..."
Delhi;
At 6 a.m., the alarm rang, breaking the silence of the early morning. She slowly opened her brown eyes, glanced at the watch, and was shocked-"It's 6:05! Mai late ho gayi!" she muttered to herself. Quickly, she got up from her bed and neatly folded her bedsheets.
After freshening up, she tied her hair into a ponytail.
She looked at the moon, its soft glow cascading over her features. The gentle breeze brushed past her, and her eyes sparkled like stars. But behind that sparkle, there was pain-hurt for the world. She pretended well, but in her room, she was alone... and hurting.
A single tear escaped her eye.
She was Shivani Khanna.
She sighed. It was time to act again-as if nothing ever hurt her. As she hurried downstairs.
Mr. Raj Khanna, her father, was already waiting, his sharp gaze fixed on her. "Shivani, you're half an hour late," he said sternly.
Shivani sighed, trying to keep her voice light. "Dad, bas aadha ghanta hi toh late hua hai. I'm sorry, I'll be more careful next time."
Her father simply nodded. "I'll see. Stick to your promise."
Shivani exhaled in relief, knowing she had just avoided a long lecture.
Shivani exhaled in relief, knowing she had just avoided a long lecture. But inside, she couldn't help but think, "Sirf half an hour late hui hoon, yeh toh jaise pahad leke aa gaye!"
Shivani was beautiful, both inside and out. Her deep brown eyes, long black hair, and the small mole on her upper lip made her features stand out. But in this house, appearances never mattered-no matter what she did, she was always at fault.
She walked into the kitchen and saw her mother, Vinita, glaring at her. "Common, always late! Tumse ek kaam time pe nahi hota. Thoda seriousness kab dikhayegi?" her mother snapped, her voice sharp with irritation.
Shivani took a deep breath, keeping her voice steady. "Maa, bas thoda late ho gaya. Itna bhi bada issue nahi hai."
Vinita scoffed. "Haan haan, tumhare liye kuch bhi issue nahi hai. Jab zindagi barbad hogi tab samajh aayega!"
"Mom, I'm sorry. I'll try to be on time," Shivani said softly.
Vinita shook her head in frustration. "Haan haan, tumhari yeh promises toh bas kehne ki baatein hain. Ab yahan mat khadi raho, kuch kaam karo!"
Shivani didn't argue-she never did. She simply nodded and walked away, used to obeying without questioning. Instead of heading to the kitchen or anywhere else, she went to the pooja room. It was the only place in the house where she could find a little peace.
She sat down in front of the idol, closed her eyes, and folded her hands in prayer.
"Bhagwan, jo zindagi di hai, woh maine kabhi shikayat nahi ki. Na aaj karungi. Bas meri family ko khush rakhna aur sabko apni blessings dena."
She took a deep breath, holding back the emotions welling up inside her. She never asked for much-just a little happiness for the people around her, even if they never seemed to care about hers.
Shivani sat in the pooja room for a few more minutes, letting the silence calm her. It was the only part of her morning that felt peaceful. But she knew it wouldn't last.
As soon as she stepped out, her mother's voice followed. "Agar drama khatam ho gaya ho, toh jaake breakfast bana lo!"
With that, Shivani got up and began her household chores. She walked into the kitchen and started chopping vegetables for breakfast, her hands moving mechanically out of habit. By the time she finished cooking, it was already 7:30. Wiping the sweat off her forehead, she called out, "Maa, nashta tayyar hai."
Vinita barely acknowledged her, just giving a quick nod before sitting down. Shivani glanced at the clock and felt a pang of urgency. "I'm getting late," she muttered to herself.
She rushed to her room, not even getting a moment to sit down. Without wasting time, she grabbed her towel and hurried into the washroom. The cold water hit her skin, washing away the exhaustion, but not the weight on her shoulders.
After her shower, she quickly changed into her school uniform. Standing in front of the dressing table, she ran a comb through her damp hair, letting it fall neatly over her shoulders. She glanced at herself in the mirror, checking if everything looked presentable. "Perfect," she thought-not because she wanted to impress anyone, but because she couldn't afford another comment from her mother about looking unkempt.
Satisfied, she grabbed her bag and hurried downstairs, ready to face another long day.
"Good morning, Mom. Good morning, Dad," Shivani greeted them as she walked downstairs.
Her parents didn't bother responding. They just shook their heads, as if her very presence irritated them.
"Jaake Naina ko uthao," her mother ordered, not even looking up.
Shivani simply nodded, not expecting anything different. She walked toward Naina's room and knocked on the door. "Naina, time up. Mom and Dad are calling you," she said, waiting for a response. Silence.
She knocked again. "Naina?" Still nothing.
Letting out a sigh, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. As expected, her younger sister was completely unbothered-lost in her own world, dancing in front of the mirror with her headphones on.
Shivani stood in front of her, arms crossed. "Naina!" she called out, louder this time.
Naina finally noticed her and pulled out one earbud. "Kya hai, Didi?" she asked, irritated.
"Mom and Dad are calling you. Jaldi neeche aao."
Naina groaned dramatically. "Ugh, har subah yahi hota hai!" she muttered, rolling her eyes before turning back to her mirror.
Shivani sighed, already used to being the family's messenger. "Bas ek din... ek din koi mujhe bhi pyaar se uthaye," she thought, shaking her head before walking out of the room.
Naina groaned, rolling her eyes. "Ugh, har subah yahi hota hai! And next time, don't enter my room without permission."
Shivani's chest tightened, but she simply nodded and left. She should have been used to this by now, but it still hurt.
In the dining hall, she sat down. "Mom, Dad, she's coming. She was getting ready," she informed them.
Her father, Raj, glanced at her. "How's your studies going? This time, you must score 99.9%. Understood?"
Shivani quickly nodded. "Yes, Dad. I will. Don't worry." She answered with hope, but what came next crushed her.
Vinita scoffed. "Wah, kitna bada jhoot bolti ho, meri beti. Just focus on studies and housework-aur apna dimaag kahin aur mat lagana."
Before Shivani could even react, her father cut in. "Hum tumhe school isliye bhej rahe hain taaki tum padhai karo, na ki ladko se baat karne."
Shivani inhaled deeply, keeping her voice calm. "Mom, Dad, I know you trust me enough to let me go to school. And I only focus on my studies."
Silence filled the dining hall.
Just then, Naina came in, all smiles. "Good morning, Mom! Good morning, Dad!" she chirped happily.
Vinita and Raj's faces lit up. "Good morning, beta!" they responded warmly.
Shivani forced a small smile, but inside, her heart whispered, "Mom, Dad, why do you get so happy when Naina talks to you, but when it's me...?"
SINGH MANSION:
The Singh Mansion was bustling with activity. Servants rushed around, preparing breakfast.
"Jaldi karo! Baba jag gaye toh phir gussa karenge. Samajh nahi aata yeh kab sote hain aur kab uthte hain!" one whispered.
Upstairs, in a lavishly designed bedroom, a guy lay sprawled on a king-size bed, sleeping like a dead body. The door suddenly burst open with a loud THUD.
A tall guy entered, wearing a blue shirt and black pants, looking handsome with sharp eyes, a perfectly shaped jawline, and his usual mischievous grin in place. He was Rohan Khurana.
Walking over to the sleeping figure, he smirked before landing a punch on his back.
"Uth ja, alsi ladke! Kitna sota hai?" he said.
The guy didn't budge.
Rohan, still smirking, leaned down and screamed directly into his ear, "AHHH!"
The sleeping figure jolted awake, his dark brown eyes snapping open. His messy hair and thick lashes made him look even more striking.
He groaned, glaring at Rohan.
"What the hell, dude? Andha ho gaya hai kya?" he muttered, throwing a pillow at him.
He was none other than Yash Singh-his sleepy, deep brown eyes and husky voice unmistakable as he rubbed his eyes and stretched his arms, still glaring at Rohan, who had just woken him up.
Rohan just laughed. "Seriously, Yash, you sleep like a dead man. Ab ja, get ready. School bhi jaana hai!"
Yash rolled his eyes. "Fine, fine. I'm going."
He lazily walked into the bathroom, taking a long, hot shower. After wrapping a towel around his waist, he stepped out, running a hand through his wet hair.
Rohan glanced at him, shaking his head. "Dude, if any girl sees you like this, toh woh pakka behosh ho jayegi."
Yash scoffed. "Are you mad? Mujhe ladkiyon se door rehna hai. Waise bhi, tu hi hai jo ladkiyon ke peeche bhaagta rehta hai."
After getting dressed in a white shirt and black jeans, Yash grabbed his bag.
Rohan raised an eyebrow. "Bro, we have a school uniform."
Yash smirked. "And you think I follow rules? Sorry, dude. I make my own rules."
They headed downstairs, where breakfast was served. Yash casually remarked, "Finally, we are officially in 11th grade. Just one year, then college."
Rohan grinned. "That's right! But I'm shocked-tu college ke liye excited hai?"
Before he could continue, Yash shot him a glare. "Eat your food."
Shivani was about to leave when her father's voice stopped her. With a stern look, he asked, "Give me your phone." Without questioning, Shivani handed it to him. He checked it and returned it to her, but she was confused and hurt.
Shivani went to the bus stop, where the bus stopped to pick up her best friend, Meera.
Meera, an extroverted and cheerful girl, was tall, with a mischievous grin, a sharp tongue, and a habit of talking about useless things and laughing at her own jokes. She leaned toward her-
"What happened now? What did that Godzilla say?" she asked.
Shivani shot her a look. "Meera, they're my family. Shut up."
Meera smirked. "Oh, come on, Shivani. I know how 'sweet and loving' your family is."
Shivani sighed. "Let's not talk about them, please."
As they reached school, laughter and chatter filled the air. Meera and Shivani headed to their class and sat down.
Meanwhile, Yash and Rohan arrived in a black car.
"Finally, we're here," Rohan said.
Before Yash could reply, someone punched him on the back. Turning around, he glared at the culprit.
A tall guy stood there, with sharp features-big eyes, a jawline that could make anyone fall, and a mole on his forehead. He was Karan Kapoor.
"Karan, are you serious?" Yash snapped.
Karan smirked. "Is this the time to come to school?"
The three entered the classroom, and immediately, the room fell silent.
Meera nudged Shivani. "See him? He's so handsome!"
Shivani didn't even look up from her book.
Yash noticed her-the only one not paying attention to him. Annoyed, he strode up to her desk and leaned down. "Excuse me, what's your name?"
Shivani looked up. "Shivani," she replied simply.
Yash placed a hand on her desk. "Stop studying. It's boring."
She remained calm. "Why should I? You're not my teacher, nor the school captain."
The class went silent. Yash's expression darkened. "Girls like you just pretend to be innocent, but inside, you're all cunning."
Shivani's eyes welled up, but she wouldn't let him insult her character.
"First of all, don't assume things about me. At least I'm not behind you like other girls."
For a moment, Yash was ready to argue, but then he let it go. The class was shocked-Shivani never talked back.
Karan and Rohan nudged Yash. "Dude, what was that? You only know how to make girls cry!"
Yash leaned back. "Come on, guys. I know girls like her-attention seekers."
But as he glanced at Shivani's red, puffy eyes, something inside him twisted. He ignored it. "Everyone's the same," he thought.
After Yash calls Shivani an "attention seeker," the class goes silent, waiting for her reaction.
But instead of crying, Shivani stands up, walks up to his desk, and slams her book down.
Shivani (calmly but firmly): "If someone here needs attention, it's you. Tumhe sabko impress karne ki aadat hai, par mujhe nahi."
The class gasps-no one has ever spoken to Yash like that.
Yash clenches his jaw, glaring at her, but she doesn't back down.
Yash (mocking): "Oh really? Let's see how long you can ignore me."
To avoid further attention, she left from there. Yash muttered, "No back answers."
Later that day, while walking near the library, Shivani collided with a broad chest-it was Yash. He mocked her, "Chashmish! You have four eyes, yet you still can't see? I know, when a handsome guy is in front of you, you just can't take your eyes off."
She rolled her eyes. "Self-obsessed guy," she muttered.
Yash smirked. "Yes, but only for me, Chashmish. And by the way, watch where you're walking."
With that, he walked off.
Shivani sighed. "God, this guy is full of himself," she muttered.
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