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Chapter Published On - 30/6/2024

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Shriyansh Mehra's alarm blared at precisely 6:00 AM, pulling him from the depths of a dreamless sleep. He reached out to silence it, groaning slightly as he swung his legs over the edge of the bed. Standing at 6 feet with a lean yet muscular build, his physique was the result of weekend gym sessions that maintained his hot and fit figure-enough to make any girl swoon. His sharp features were complemented by piercing dark eyes that exuded confidence and a hint of mystery.

His mornings were a well-oiled machine of routine and precision. After a quick shower, he meticulously combed his hair and chose a crisp white shirt from his organized wardrobe. Every movement was calculated, every action purposeful.

Shriyansh thrived on structure, and this morning was no different. As he stood before the bathroom mirror, shaving with deliberate strokes, his mind raced through the day's agenda: meetings, lectures, and a stack of documents demanding his attention.

By 6:45, he was dressed and ready, his appearance immaculate. He grabbed his briefcase, filled with important documents, and headed downstairs for breakfast.

The Mehra family lived in a beautiful bungalow in Mysore, India. The Mehra House, a spacious two-story home with six rooms, was a bustling haven for their joint family.

Shriyansh lived with his parents, chacha, chachi, and his beloved 23-year-old cousin sister his uncle and aunt's daughter. The household was a harmonious blend of love and tradition, with Shriyansh's mother and chachi living like sisters-Sita and Geeta types.

As he entered the dining area, his mother called out from kitchen, "Shriyan ! nashta tayyar hai! Jaldi karo, nahi toh der ho jayegi!"

( English Translation - "Shriyan! Breakfast is ready! Hurry up, or you'll be late!")

"I am here,Maa," Shriyansh replied, settling into his seat. His mother and chachi had prepared a hearty breakfast, a mix of traditional and modern dishes that reflected their middle-class roots and rich cultural heritage.

"Beta, kab tum ek achhi ladki dhoondh kar shaadi karoge?" his chachi nagged playfully, setting a plate of parathas before him. "You're already 25!"

( English Translation - " Son, when will you find a nice girl and get married?")

"Chachi, let me be," his mother also came and chimed in, though her tone was equally teasing. "But she's right, Shriyansh. It's time you started thinking about marriage."

"Ma, Chachi, please. Not again," Shriyansh groaned good-naturedly, taking a bite of his breakfast. Despite their constant nudging, he cherished his family's warmth and concern. They were a sweet, close-knit family, and he loved them dearly.

Shivanya Mehra His younger cousin sister entered the room, her face lighting up when she saw Shriyansh. "Good morning, Bhaiya!

"Good morning, Doll ," he replied with a smile.

Shriyansh adored his sister and would do anything for her. They shared a close bond, and her well-being was always at the forefront of his mind.

After finishing his breakfast and ensuring his tie was perfectly straight, Shriyansh grabbed his briefcase and headed out the door, pausing only to bid his family goodbye.

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Across town, Dhrisha Verma's morning was unfolding with far less precision. Her alarm had gone off an hour ago, but she had snoozed it repeatedly, each time convincing herself she could afford a few more minutes of sleep.

Finally, at 7:15, she dragged herself out of bed, her eyes half-closed as she stumbled to the bathroom. The mirror revealed a face still marked by the lines of her pillow, and she groaned inwardly.

Just as she was about to start her whirlwind of a morning routine, her mother called out from the hallway, "Uth gai maharani?"

(English Translation - "Awake, princess?" Note the sarcasm.)

"Maa, aap janti ho na mujhse jaldi nahi utha jata. Aur aaj hi pehla lecture hai economics ka is saal ka. Aap janti ho na pichle saal mein economics mein mushkil se pass hui thi," Dhrisha whined.

(English Translation - "Yes mom, you know I can't wake up early. And today is the first economics lecture of the year. You know I barely passed economics last year.")

"Haan haan, aap toh maharani ho na, aapko toh kuch nahi bol sakte," her mother replied with a hint of sarcasm.

(English Translation - "Yes yes, you are the queen, we can't say anything to you.")

Her father came to her rescue. "Are darling, suno na, mujhe zara ek paratha bana dena please," he requested with a gentle smile.

(English Translation - "Hey darling, listen, can you please make me a paratha?")

Her mother glared at her father and said, "Aap hine sir chadha rakha hai," before heading back to the kitchen.

(English Translation - "You've spoiled her. " )

With a pout, Dhrisha turned to her father. "Papa, sab subjects mein ache number lati hoon phir bhi mumma sunati rehti hain," she said, her voice tinged with mock despair.

(English Translation - "Dad, I get good marks in all subjects, yet mom keeps scolding me.")

"Are beta, tumhari mumma toh bas pyar karti hain tumse," her father reassured her with a comforting smile.

(English Translation -"Oh dear, your mom just loves you.")

Dhrisha's morning routine was a whirlwind of activity, a stark contrast to Shriyansh's disciplined approach. She showered quickly, barely taking time to brush her hair before throwing on a pair of jeans and a casual top. Makeup was a hurried affair, a quick application of eyeliner and a swipe of lip gloss. By the time she grabbed her phone and bag, she was already running late.

Dhrisha was not a morning person by any stretch of the imagination. The thought of another economics lecture filled her with a sense of dread. But there was no time to dwell on it as she sprinted out of her luxurious mansion in Mysore, which boasted 15 rooms, a personal garden, and an attached pool.

Dhrisha Verma was the cherished only daughter of the Verma family, born after four generations. Her family consisted of her loving parents, grandmother, uncle, and aunt. She had one real elder brother, Dhrish Verma , and two cousin brothers, Krish Verma and Krishav Verma . Krish is elder and Krishav is one year younger than her.

All the Verma men were fiercely protective of her, treating her like a precious gem. With her striking green eyes, she was not only the daughter of the Founder and Chairman of Verma Companies but also the apple of her family's eye.
As she sprinted out of her mansion and set in her Range Rover.

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Dhrisha reached the college gate but got down the car as it is going to parking area.

Shanaya Sharma her best friend called her.

Shanaya : Kaha hai tu Dhri?

(English Translation -Where are you Dhri? )

Dhrisha : Bas college ke gate ke idhar hu aa hi rhi hu.

(English Translation - Just near college gate.)

Shanaya: Jaldi aa aaj first lecture hai economics ka.

(English Translation - Come fast today is first lecture of economics)

Dhrisha : Aa rhi hu Yaar.

(English Translation - I am coming)

Shanaya : Tuje pata hai Dhri. Maine suna hai hamare Economics ke professor kafi punctual aur strict hai.

(English Translation - You know Dhri! I have heard our economics professor is very punctual and strict.)

Dhrisha : Ha honge yaar abhi ke liye tu phone rakh mein aati hu.

(English Translation - He must be. You keep phone. I am coming.)

They ended the call.

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Dhrisha was running on the street of her college campus looking at her phone to check the time and holding her favorite cappuccino coffee that she had purchased on the way towards college.

On the other side Shriyansh was looking at his phone while walking as he was going through the answers and everything that he had made easy for students for upcoming lecture.

Both were in their own world. One was rushing towards the class and other was looking at the phone.

In this both's paths crossed. This led to a collision that is her coffee spilling on his shirt and her favorite iPhone on the ground.

Shriyansh - "What the heck! Meri Shirt Kharab kardi." He glared angrily at her.

(English Translation -You've ruined my shirt.)

Dhrisha - "Tum dekh ke nhi chalsakte kya? Aakhe hai ya Kanche? Aur upar se tumne mera phone gira diya. Chal toh raha haina." (She checked her phone and it was working) "Thank god sirf scratch card kharab huva hai.

(English Translation -"Can't you watch where you're going? Do you have eyes or marbles? And on top of that, you dropped my phone. At least it's still working. Thank God, only the scratch card got damaged."?)

Shriyansh - Acha agr meri Aakhe kanche hai toh tumhari aakhe kya hai? Inpar kya kisine pati bandhi thi?

(English Translation -"If my eyes are marbles, then what are your eyes? Were they blindfolded?")

Dhrisha - Agar tum dekh ke chalte toh yeh sab hota hi nhi.

(English Translation -If you had watched where you were going, none of this would have happened.")

Shriyansh - Agar tum dekh ke chalti aur pagal ghode ki tarah dod kar na aari hoti toh yeh sab nhi hota.

(English Translation -"If you had watched where you were going and weren't running like a mad horse, none of this would have happened.")

She looked at him from head to toe and also saw his phone.

Dhrisha - Dikhne se toh job karne wale lagte ho pata bhi hai yeh Iphone hai zindagi mein kabhi dekha bhi hai? "

(English Translation -"Looking at you, it seems like you have a job. Do you even know this is an iPhone? Have you ever seen one in your life?")

Shriyansh - Ha pata hai yeh Iphone hai aur dekha bhi hai.

(English Translation -"Yes, I know it's an iPhone, and I've seen one before.")

Dhrisha - Mein nhi manti. Tumhare pass toh yeh koi sasta phone hai.

(English Translation - I don't believe. You have this cheap phone.)

Shriyansh - Mera Phone bhale hi tumhare Iphone jitna mehenga na ho lekin kaam bahot acha karta hai.

(He looked at her head to toe )

Dikhne se toh tum 17- 18 years ki ho. Zarur koi ameer baap ki pari hogi. Tabhi tumhe paise ki value nhi.

(English Translation -"My phone might not be as expensive as your iPhone, but it works just fine. You look like you're 17-18 years old. You must be some rich daddy's princess. That's why you don't understand the value of money.")

Dhrisha - Oh mister yeh paise ki value ka gyan apne pass rakho.

(English Translation -"Oh mister, keep your lecture about the value of money to yourself.")

Shriyansh - Thik hai lekin tumne jo meri shirt kharab ki hai uska paisa toh dena hoga.

(English Translation -"Fine, but you have to pay for ruining my shirt.")

Dhrisha - Kyu akeli meri galti nhi thi tumhari bhi hai tum bhi paise do.

(English Translation - Why it's not only my mistake. It's your mistake too. So you too give the money)

Shriyansh - ( Lecture bell rang) Tumhare sath behas karne ka koi faida nhi hai. Rakho apne paise apne pass. Ameer baap ki pari. ( He went)

(English Translation -"There's no point arguing with you. Keep your money to yourself, rich daddy's princess." )

Dhrisha - Oh hello! Ameer baap ki pari hu mein toh jalte kyu ho?

(English Translation - "Oh hello! If I'm a rich daddy's princess, why are you jealous?")

She mumbled to herself - Kabhi vapas mila na toh Achi khabar lungi.

(English Translation -"If I ever meet him again, I'll give him a piece of my mind.")

Dhrisha's phone rang and the name flashed was Shanu ❤. She quickly remembered that she is getting late for her class and rushed towards lift.

Unfortunately lift has a queue and she had to wait because her class was on seventh floor.

Meanwhile, Shriyansh entered the class room with Coffee stained shirt.

Student started gossiping.

Student 1: Sir ki shirt pe dag?

(English Translation -"Sir has a stain on his shirt?")

Student 2: Dekhne se Chai ya Coffee ka dag lagta hai.

(English Translation -"It looks like a tea or coffee stain.")

Student 3: Lekin maine seniors se suna tha ki yeh professor aksar iron ki huvi mast kadak shirt pehnke aate hai.

(English Translation -"But I heard from seniors that this professor usually comes wearing a perfectly ironed, crisp shirt.")

Student 4: Lekin fir aaj esi dag wali shirt kyu?

(English Translation -Then why is he wearing a stained shirt today?")

Student 1: Choro yeh sab , agar inhone hamari baate sunli toh class ke bahar na nikalde.

(English Translation- "Forget it, if he hears us talking, we might get kicked out of the class.")

All became quiet.

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Shriyansh was busy arranging few papers and Dhrisha asked, "May I come in? ".

Shriyansh replied without looking at her, " Yes come in. "

Taking her seat, Dhrisha tried to disappear into the background. But the moment she saw Shriyansh, she instinctively buried her face in her arms, mortified by their earlier encounter. Shriyansh, noticing her behavior, approached her bench.

"Miss, if you want to sleep, go home and do it there. Tumhare parents heavy fees isiliye nahi de rahe taki tum unke hard-earned paise barbaad kar sako," he admonished.

(English Translation -"Miss, if you want to sleep, go home and do it there. Your parents don't pay heavy fees for you to waste their hard-earned money," )

Dhrisha's cheeks flushed, but she quickly lifted her head defiantly.

"Oh, is that what they're paying for, Sir?Main toh hamesha samjhti thi ki yeh napkin folding ki economics ke khatarnak lectures ke liye diya ja raha hai."

(English Translation -"Oh, is that what they're paying for, Sir? I always thought it was for these thrilling lectures on napkin folding economics.")

Shriyansh's lips twitched with amusement at her retort. "Well, Miss , tum apne mazak ko classroom discussions ke liye save kar lo. Kaun jaane, shayad tum kuch naya seekh jaao."

(English Translation - "Well, Miss, save your jokes for classroom discussions. Who knows, you might learn something new.")

He continued with the attendance, his tone authoritative. "Roshan Sheth?"

"Present, Sir."

"Priya Aggrawal?"

"Present, Sir."

"Maya Shekhawat?"

"Present, Sir."

"Shanaya Sharma?"

"Present, Sir."

"Dhrisha Verma?"

"Present, Sir," she mumbled, bowing her head.

After taking attendance, Shriyansh left the classroom, leaving a trail of whispers in his wake.

"Dude, you're crazy for getting into such an argument with him," Shanaya whispered to Dhrisha.

Shanaya said to Dhrisha ,

"He's the professor, and honestly, our brains are as empty in economics as our wallets after shopping."

"I know, but what can I do? I'm compelled by habit. I can never sit quietly with him around," Dhrisha admitted.

Shanaya said,"Seriously, you need to learn to pick your battles. Arguing with him won't magically make economics any easier."

Dhrisha said,"Samajh gayi, par tu mujhe jaanti hai. Main trouble ke liye ek magnet hoon, khaaskar jab Professor Akdu involved hote hain."

(English Translation -"I get it, but you know me. I'm a magnet for trouble, especially when Professor Akdu is involved.")

Shanaya said,"Wait, why do you keep calling him Professor Akdu?"

Dhrisha said,"Arey, tune uski shakal dekhi hai kabhi? Lagta hai jaise unhe muskurane se allergy hai."

(English Translation -"Have you ever seen his face? It looks like he has an allergy to smiling."?)

Shanaya said,"Fair point. But still, try not to provoke him up too much. We need to survive this semester with our sanity intact."

Dhrisha said,"Sanity? Woh kya hota hai? Meri toh uske class mein kadam rakhne ke baad hi gayab ho gayi."

(English Translation-"Sanity? What's that? Mine vanished the moment I stepped into his class.")

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The bright color of the sky bid a bye and black color of the sky with stars and moon smiled saying a Hi.

It was night and Dhrisha was sitting in her balcony gazing at Moon. It was her best time and she always admired moon.

Dhrisha always loved to see the open sky at night and stare at Moon and Stars.

On the otherside, there was someone with black orbs looking at the moon with the same love and admiration. It was non- other than Shriyansh.

Both went to sleep while looking at the Moon.

Moon was the one looking at both of them and waiting for them to be together and admire him.

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