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Singh mansion.
Yash was aimlessly scrolling through his phone when an idea struck him.
What if I create a fake account? he thought. Life bahut bore lag rahi hai. Let’s have some fun.
He pondered over what name to choose. After scrolling through several options, he finally settled on “Hidden Star.” A smirk curved his lips—it felt like the perfect name for his personality.
Just then, something caught his eye—a small, cute profile. But there was something strange about it. The profile carried a dark, almost mysterious aura.
“What kind of profile is this?” he muttered under his breath.
His thumb hovered over the screen, debating whether he should send a message or not.
Meanwhile, at her home, Shivani had just finished her daily chores. Exhausted, she lay down on her bed. Tears welled up in her eyes, and she blinked rapidly, trying to hold them back—the tears she had been suppressing for far too long.
She picked up her phone and opened her social media account. Her brows furrowed.
“Who sent me this request?”
Curiosity piqued, she tapped on it, hesitated for a moment, and then accepted.
Her phone buzzed almost instantly.
A new message.
Hello, dark profile. May I know who this beauty is behind the mystery?
Her eyes widened in surprise.
“Excuse me? Are you flirting with me?” she replied, her fingers typing quickly.
A chuckle appeared on the screen.
Miss, main flirt nahi karta. In fact, you haven’t even seen my flirting side yet. But tell me—why the dark profile?
She rolled her eyes.
“Listen, whoever you are, it’s my choice. So mind your own business.”
He chuckled again.
Feisty, huh? I like it. So, what’s your name?
Her fingers hovered over the screen. She hesitated, then finally typed:
Main kyun bataun? Kya tum mere dost ho jo puchoge aur main bata dungi? Never. It was a quick excuse—she had no intention of revealing her identity to a stranger.
A reply came almost instantly. Ouch! That hurt—dramatically, of course. Anyway, secret girl, don’t be so hyper. Relax. By the way, I’m a Hidden Star. If you ever want to find me, just search for me in the sky.
She let out a sigh and rolled her eyes. “God, this guy is too much,” she muttered. Sorry, mujhe koi interest nahi hai tumhe sky mein dhoondhne ka.
She rubbed her temples and typed again: Hidden Star, huh? Tum Hidden Star ho ya Underground Star, mujhe koi farq nahi padta. Mujhe text karna band karo.
Leaning back, a glint appeared in his eyes as he typed casually:
So, how’s life going?
Achi chal rahi hai. Tumhe isse kya? she replied sharply. What’s it to you? He chuckled.
Relax. I’m a Hidden Star—I grant wishes.
Thanks, but no thanks. No need for that, she typed quickly.
He rubbed his temple.
“Yeh ladki toh poori Jhansi ki Rani hai,” he muttered. “Bina baat lade ja rahi hai.”
Meanwhile, she frowned at the screen.
“Ajeeb ladka hai… chipkala kahin ka,” she muttered to herself. Then a thought struck her. Kahin yeh blackmailer toh nahi?
She sighed.
“These days, social media isn’t even safe.”
Suddenly, another thought hit her.
Papa phone check karenge. I should keep this hidden—pata nahi woh kya kar denge.
She put her phone aside and lay down, staring at the ceiling.
He checked his phone once more before stepping onto the balcony. His eyes lifted to the sky, scattered with stars.
With a quiet sigh, he murmured, “One day, I will find my hidden star.”
Shivani was about to fall asleep when laughter echoed from downstairs. Curious, she got up and walked down—only to see her family gathered together, talking and laughing… without her.
Her chest tightened.
They noticed her, yet as always, chose to ignore her.
“She’s always buried in books, never socializing,” they mocked.
“Who knows what unfortunate time she was born in?”
Her father’s words hurt the most.
A family was supposed to be a place of love and comfort—yet hers gave her nothing but rejection and pain.
Tears filled her eyes.
“God, what’s my fault? Is being simple such a crime? Why do I feel like a stranger in my own home?”
Her mother’s sharp voice cut through her thoughts.
“Go away and sleep! You have to wake up early to cook.”
Even her sister’s gaze held nothing but disdain—no warmth, no love for the elder sister who had once held her as a child.
She returned to her room, tears blurring her vision. How could they treat their own daughter this way?
Her chest tightened as she clutched the fabric of her dress, holding herself together.
After crying for what felt like hours, she stepped onto the balcony, letting the cool night air brush against her damp cheeks.
Her eyes drifted toward the sky—until a shooting star streaked across the darkness.
“I don’t have any wish,” she whispered.
Miles away, his eyes caught the same shooting star. A faint smirk played on his lips.
“Help me find my hidden star,” he murmured, “and let my heart remain cold in front of others.”
Whatever had happened… it should never happen again.
But what was it?
What had happened?
She drifted into sleep with a heavy heart, the weight of her worries sinking deep into the night. As darkness slowly unraveled, the sun rose—its golden rays brushing against her skin like a whispered promise of hope.
With a slow breath, she opened her weary brown eyes.
Today, like every day, she would rise—because she had to.
Singh Mansion
Back at home, Yash was glued to his laptop, the rhythmic tapping of keys filling the room. His best friend, Rohan, lay sprawled across the bed, snoring like a log.
Yash picked up his phone and, without thinking much, sent another text to the dark-profiled mystery girl.
He shook his head.
“Main bhi na… kal hi toh baat hui thi,” he sighed.
Something about her felt different.
“Badi ajeeb ladki hai,” he muttered. “Hamesha ladne jaise baat karti hai.”
He set his phone aside, shrugging it off.
A voice interrupted him.
“Toh kya ladkiyon jaise behave karega?”
Yash turned to see Rohan smirking.
“Mere pyaare bhole,” Rohan teased, “yeh kya ho raha hai? Kab, kaise, aur kahan?”
“Tell me some gossip!”
“Chup kar, saale,” Yash snapped.
Rohan ignored him. “Sun, tujhe pata hai na Meera… Shivani ki best friend?”
“Meera? Kaun Meera?” Yash frowned.
Rohan groaned and smacked the back of his head.
“Arre buddhe! Wahi specs wali ladki—jise tune ignore kiya tha. Shivani, jise tune rula diya tha!”
Yash raised an eyebrow. “Ohhh… toh tu uss chashmish ki dost Meera ko pasand karta hai?”
Rohan grinned. “Haan. I like her. Love her. She’s beautiful and pyaari.”
Yash shook his head. “Abhi teri umar nahi hai pyaar karne ki. Padhai kar.”
“Abe saale, main bhi teenager hoon!”
Yash laughed. “You and your dramatic love stories.”
Rohan smirked. “Par pehle yeh bata—tu itna chipka kyun hai uss dark profile wali ladki se?”
“Kahin tu bhi pyaar mein toh nahi pad raha?”
“Shut up,” Yash scoffed. “Ek din baat hui hai. Koi scenes mat bana.”
“Bas, ho gaya time-pass,” Rohan said, standing up. “Late ho jaayenge. Chal.”
At school, Shivani arrived with Meera, who was chatting nonstop.
“Shivi, kuch toh bol! Main teri best friend hoon. Main judge nahi karungi—teri Godzilla family ki tarah,” Meera teased.
“Pagal hai kya? Woh meri family hai!” Shivani protested.
“Haan haan, teri pyaari healthy family. Nazar na lage!” Meera laughed.
The bell rang, and they hurried to class.
Shivani focused on the lecture while Rohan couldn’t stop staring at Meera.
She turned back, caught him staring, and muttered, “Idiot.”
Yash noticed everything and smirked.
“Chashmish,” he thought.
A Match, Some Drama, and a Wink
“Football match in fifteen minutes!” the coach announced.
Rohan jumped up excitedly. “Chal yaar!”
Yash groaned. “Kis century mein aa gaya hoon main?”
On the sidelines, Meera dragged Shivani along to watch.
The match grew intense.
Suddenly, the ball flew toward the crowd—straight at Shivani.
She flinched. The ball grazed her face.
Yash rushed over.
“Andhe ho kya? Dikhayi nahi deta?” she snapped, holding her face.
He smirked. “Tumhe dekhne mein kya buraai hai, chashmish?”
She glared.
“Sorry,” he added quickly, jogging back.
The match ended with Yash’s winning goal.
He turned toward Shivani and winked.
“Sanki insaan,” she muttered. “Stupid junglee billa kahin ka. Ek din isi ball se iski dono aankhen kaali kar dungi.”she thought to herself, wanting to take revenge on him because he had hit her face with the ball.
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Author's Note.
Shivani's character will evolve in every chapter. She is not weak-she has a past, and in the upcoming chapters, you will come to know her story. For now, just wait and enjoy how her journey takes its turns.
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