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Welcome to Ishq Junooni.

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क्योंकि तुम ही हो, 
अब तुम ही हो
ज़िंदगी...
अब तुम ही हो
चैन भी...
मेरा दर्द भी...
मेरी आशिकी...
अब तुम ही हो।

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Vihaan's POV

I went to a Shiv temple and their i saw her, My breathe hitched seeing her for a moment I forget to breathe, my feet rooted to the spot, she was wearing a white colored short kurti with blue color jeans and embroided slippers, she was looking absolutely breathetaking and gorgeous.

She with Tanisha... Tanisha is my sister and she is her best friend, they were on the temple's stairs descending down but suddenly they both stopped and then I heard Tanisha asking her...

"Really Mishi? You didn't believe in love ?" and listening this my heart stopped I felt like someone putted a large rock on it.

And her answer ?

"For me, love is the faith I have in Mahadev and I never thought that in today's time this type of boys exist but..." She replied.

And I felt a lump in my throat I wasn't able to listen more, tears started falling from my eyes, my legs felt weaken and quickly stepped backward, stumbling.

I grabbed my bike keys out of my pocket and went towards my bike.

Author's POV

He sat on his bike in desperation and started it and wearing his helmet he went from their in full speed moving towards a highway, he was riding crazily when at the end of the highway their was a turn towards a jungle he took the turn and went a little inside the jungle and their he stopped his bike.

He putted the helmet on the seat and went a little forward, their was a very beautiful view proper sunset vibe with sunflowers field.

He sat their in sand and tears were still falling from his eyes, then he lifted his head upwards imagining her face in front of him and then whispered,

"The lov-e I hav-e for you-is-is some-th-ing no on-e can unde-rst-and, not ev-en yo-u." And then he broked.

He didn't know for how long he sat their tears streaming from his eyes.

Then his phone rang breaking his trance and he picked it up.

It was from his childhood bestfried more brother Kiaan Rathore.

He quickly rubbed his eyes composed himself and picked it up.

And then Kiaan bursted on him, "Saale kamine kaha hai tu? Time dekha hai? Aunty pta hai kitni pareshan ho rhi tere liye ? 10 minute mei ghar pohoch mai or Aksh wahi hai, aaj tu ghar aa bas.."

And before vihaan could say anything Kiaan cutted the call, vihaan sighed and went towards his bike, he took a small glance at his phone's wallpaper which was of a shadow like image of a girl.

He saw it and a sad smile came on his face and he then turned it off and putting his phone in his pocket and went towards his house.

3 MONTH BEFORE THIS INCIDENT

KHURANA RESIDENCE

MISHIKA'S POV

"And the Best Singer Award goes to... MISHIKA KHURANA!"

The words echoed through the grand auditorium, loud and clear, like music sweeter than any song I had ever sung. My heart skipped a beat. The spotlight turned toward me, blinding yet beautiful. Applause thundered all around, and I could feel my eyes sting with happy tears.

This is it...
I did it.

With trembling legs and a smile that refused to fade, I stood up from my seat and walked toward the stage. Every step felt unreal, as if I were floating rather than walking. The host smiled warmly, extending the shining trophy toward me.

Just when my fingers were about to touch it..

SPLASH!

Cold water hit my face.

I gasped sharply, my eyes flying open as I jerked upright in my bed, breath uneven, heart racing.

"What the ---?!"

Before I could even process what had happened, an angry voice filled the room.

"Mishi, ab agar tune ek aur minute lagaayi na uthne mein, toh maine tere baal pakad ke kheech dene hain!"
(Mishi, if you take even one more minute to get up, I'll drag you out of bed by your hair!)

I blinked, water dripping down my cheeks, and turned my head slowly.

There he stood.

My brother.

Akshat.

With the glass still in his hand... and the most evil grin on his face.

For exactly two seconds, we stared at each other.

Then I screamed.

"KUTTE! AB TO TU GAYA!"
(You dog! You're dead now!)

Throwing my blanket aside, I jumped out of bed, grabbed my slipper like a weapon, and charged toward him. My wet hair clung to my face, fury burning inside me.

Akshat's eyes widened in fear.

"Mummyyyy! Mishi mein chudail aa gayi hai!"
(Mommy! A witch has possessed Mishi!)

And just like that, he bolted out of the room.

"AKSHAT!" I yelled, running after him.

He flew down the stairs like his life depended on it and rushed straight into the kitchen, hiding behind our mom as if she were his shield.

Mom, who was busy near the stove, turned around sharply.

"Kya ho gaya tujhe, Aksh? Yeh kya harkat hai! Abhi patila gir jaata doodh ka!"
(What's wrong with you, Aksh? What kind of behavior is this! You could've made the milk spill!)

I stopped a few steps away, panting, my slipper still raised threateningly.

For the record,
Yes, he is my elder brother Akshat, lovingly (and annoyingly) nicknamed Aksh.

"Mumma!" I burst out angrily.
"Iss kutte ne mujhpe paani fenk diya, aur mera acha-khaasa sapna toot gaya! Main bas award lene hi wali thi!"
(This dog threw water on me and ruined my beautiful dream! I was just about to receive my award!)

Mom crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow at me.

"Time dekha hai tune? 8 baj gaye hain. 8:30 tak school pahunchna hai. Ho jaayegi ready?"
(Have you seen the time? It's already 8. You have to reach school by 8:30. Will you be able to get ready?)

From behind her, Aksh made a ridiculous face at me - tongue out, eyes crossed.

My anger flared again, but before I could react, mom shot me a glare that clearly said not now.

I sighed, dropped my slipper dramatically onto the floor, and stomped back toward my room.

Behind me, I heard his annoying mutter.

"Aayi badi mujhse pange lene wali."
(As if she can mess with me.)

I smirked to myself.

Just wait, beta.
Ab tu dekhta jaa, main kya karti hoon.
(Just wait and watch what I do.)

Twenty minutes later, I was fully dressed, hair neatly tied, bag slung over my shoulder. I walked downstairs to find breakfast already laid out and everyone seated at the table, waiting for me.

I took my seat quietly.

Dad looked at me and said gently but firmly,
"Mishi beta, jaldi breakfast karo. School ka time ho gaya hai. Sirf 10 minute bache hain. First day hi late hona hai kya?"
(Mishi dear, eat your breakfast quickly. It's time for school. Only 10 minutes left. Do you want to be late on your very first day?)

I pouted instantly.

"Papa... mujhe breakfast nahi karna," I said whining.

Dad's expression changed to concern.
"Kyun bachche? Kya hua?"
(Why, child? What happened?)

That was my moment.

I sniffed dramatically and started fake crying.

"Iss Aksh ne mere upar paani feka... aur mujhe mara bhi."
(Aksh threw water on me... and he even hit me.)

Akshat choked on his food and started coughing.

"Papa!" he protested.
"Yeh jhooth bol rahi hai! Maine sirf thoda sa paani dala tha, woh bhi isse jagaane ke liye!"
(She's lying! I only sprinkled a little water to wake her up!)

Inside, I was laughing like a villain.

Outside, I wiped an imaginary tear.

"Jhooth bol raha hai bhaiya, papa. Isne yeh bhi kaha ki aaj meri pocket money bhi chheen lega."
(He's lying, Papa. He even said he'll take my pocket money today.)

Dad's expression darkened instantly.

"Achha? Toh ab se ek hafte tak Aksh ki pocket money band. Tune meri laadli beti par paani kaise feka?"
(Oh really? Then Aksh's pocket money is stopped for a week. How dare you throw water on my dear daughter?)

Akshat's face fell.

"Par papa..."

"No more discussion," Dad interrupted firmly.
"Mishi beta, breakfast karo. Aur dono jaldi niklo school ke liye."
(Mishi dear, eat your breakfast. And both of you leave quickly for school.)

I finished my breakfast like the obedient daughter I pretended to be.

Outside the house, the moment we were alone, I burst out laughing.

Aksh glared at me.

"Yeh tune acha nahi kiya. Apna bhi time aayega, beta. Phir bataunga."
(You didn't do right by me. My time will come. Then I'll show you.)

I just smiled wider.

And with our usual playful banter, arguments, and silent threats, we made our way toward school.

AT SCHOOL

AUTHOR'S POV

The morning sun rested gently over the school campus, painting the cream-colored walls in a soft golden glow. Students moved in clusters through the main gate...
some laughing too loudly, some dragging their feet toward another ordinary day, and some pretending not to care who was watching them.

The low hum of engines faded as Akshat slowed his bike near the gate. Mishika adjusted her skirt and got down carefully, brushing invisible dust from her sleeves as if that would also brush away the nervous flutter rising inside her chest.

Before she could take a proper breath, Akshat leaned slightly toward her and said casually,
"Mai bike park karke aata hu, itni yahi khadi rhiyo chup chaap bandariya."
(I'll go park the bike, you stand right here quietly, you little monkey.)

His tone carried that familiar teasing warmth that only he had the right to use.

Mishika rolled her eyes dramatically, folding her arms.
"Haa haa jaa nikal."
(Yeah yeah, just go already.)

But the corner of her lips betrayed her. A faint smile lingered even after he rode away toward the parking area.

Now she stood alone.

The main gate suddenly felt bigger. Louder. Stranger.

Students passed by her, some greeting friends, some stealing glances. Mishika tried to look busy, adjusting the strap of her bag, tapping her foot lightly against the ground. She wasn't nervous exactly... but being alone there made her oddly conscious of herself.

Her thoughts wandered.

What if i dont able to make friends here ?
And what if no one intrested in talking to me?

A light breeze brushed against her hair, pushing a few strands over her face. She tucked them behind her ear, scanning the entrance absentmindedly... when she noticed two boys walking toward her from the opposite side of the road.

They weren't from her usual circle. That much she knew instantly.

One of them.. taller, overly confident in his walk.. suddenly lifted his hand and waved enthusiastically.

For a second, Mishika blinked.

Ye meri taraf haath wave kar raha hai kya?
(Is he waving at me?)

Her heart skipped, not out of excitement.. but confusion.

She subtly turned her head, pretending to look at something behind her. Maybe someone else was standing there. Maybe the wave was meant for a friend. Maybe she was overthinking.

But when she turned around...

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