TERI GALIYAN
| Dedication & Aesthetics |
To every loud girl who laughs too much, and every quiet boy who feels he's never enough—may you find each other.
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D I Y A S H A R M A
She is just like her name, Diya — A small flame, who spreads enlightenment and warmth with her beautifully unpopular personality.
She is a type of girl, who likes to be herself — too herself. Chaos and embarrassment is her middle names, while overthinking is her favorite hobby.
A Soft hearted girl, with A Rebel personality.
Her favorite words?
“Do Chatta khich ke maar dungi, jayada bolega to”
They are like the vitamin ki goli in her life, without them, she can't even survive her day properly.
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"Everyone may laugh at me, and I never cared. But you laughing at me... that's the only one I ever noticed."
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I K S H I T V E R M A
A soft studious, brown eyed boy who’s only mission is to not fail his future.
He lives in a world full of timetables, assignments, and exams. The fear of not being enough and disappointing his mother is his deepest fear. A fear he wishes never comes true.
He doesn't laugh much, but when he laughs? It feels like the sunlight has broken into his smile.
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“I never thought I would also be loved by someone....that Someone could be more than just a distraction for me, until I met you.”
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I K S H I T X D I Y A
Ishya
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N A I R A R O Y
She is a type of girl, who loves everyone around her, never complains about anything. But often in the process of pleasing everyone, she ends up hurting herself.
A swiftie by heart, and a reader by soul. She is the savior of diya in her all kands.
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“I never thought the person whom I hated the most... Was the reason behind my happiness”
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R U D R A B A N S A L
A certified star boy, known for his mood swings — it is worse tha a nine months pregnant lady.
A footballer by passion and an dreamer by nature, everyone praised him for what he showed but never for what he hides.
You will never know about his feelings until he says it loud.
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“I loved you long before I had the guts to let you know”
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R U D R A X N I A R A
Raira
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CHAPTER 1|
Author
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Author
The sun has already started to split its rays across the city, but it did not matter to the girl, sleeping — more like almost falling from the bed.
Author
Her alarm kept ringing, ruthlessly reminding her that she was already late for school. One leg dangled outside the bed, the blanket lay abandoned in the farthest corner, as if it had given up on her hours ago.
And then—
Author
She fell straight off the bed.
One hand clutched her very much non-existent injury, while the other rubbed her eyes, struggling to crawl out of deep slumber.
Diya
“Subah-subah hi din ka shubhaarambh ho gaya, mummyyyy!!!” she groaned.
“Itta dukh raha hai!”
Author
Diya lay on the floor, for a moment longer, accepting her fate. She stretched her arms to find her phone to check the time.
7:40. Hardly 20 minutes left.
Diya
“Ahhhh....” She let out a small, frustrated cry, already fed up with her life.
Author
She then quickly jumped up in a second, forgetting all the pain replaced by the fear of being late.
She tried to search her uniform, but I found it crumpled in a corner. Her school bag, unpacked, she ran towards her study table, quickly putting the nearest book she got.
After around 10 minutes later, Diya hopped in pulling up her socks.
Diya
“EK din bina girre nahi nikalta kya mera?” she muttered, glaring at the floor like it was personally responsible for her struggles.
She gave a disappointing look to the floor, like it was his fault.
Author
She grabbed her bag, slung it over her shoulder, and rushed out of the room — only to stop midway, rush back in, and grab her phone.
Priorities.
Standing in front of the mirror for barely three seconds, she tied her hair with a Crutcher, half of it still left open. She looked at her reflection and smiled.
At least something went right in her morning chaos.
Diya
“Mummyyy, kidhar ho? Byeee!” Diya rushed into the kitchen and kissed her mother’s right cheek.
Nisha
“Arre diya, aise thodi bina breakfast kiye jaogi?” Nisha said, trying to make her daughter eat. Kuch toh kha le.”
Diya
“Mumma, aap extra lunch de dena. Waise bhi mujhe first period mein apna breakfast karna hi hai,”
Diya replied casually, as if she owned the school and no one would dare scold her.
Nisha
“Beta, thoda serious hona chahiye. Sirf life enjoy karte hue—” Nisha had just started her lecture when Sandeep, Diya’s father, stepped into the scene.
Sandeep
“Bol toh aise rahi hai jaise isne kabhi teacher ka lunch chura ke khaya hi na ho,” he muttered, just loud enough for his wife to hear.
Author
Hearing Sandeep, a sense of embarassment creeped over Nisha’s face, along with angry in her eyes
Nisha
“Aapko toh main baad mein batati hoon,” Nisha snapped, then turned to Diya.
“Diya beta, aap school jao.”
Diya
I luckily reached school on time — well, not exactly on time. The announcement for the morning prayer had already begun.
Diya
Panic shot through me.
Diya
I hurried into my classroom, dumped my bag on the nearest bench without a second thought, and rushed right back out.
Diya
The assembly was being held on the ground today, which meant,
I absolutely could not be late.
Diya
I ran down the hallway, my shoes echoing against the floor, my breath uneven, my mind screaming
“jaldi, jaldi late nhi ho sakte”
Diya
I crashed into something.
Or rather… someone.
“Oof—!”
Diya
My forehead collided with a solid chest, and before I could even process what had happened, I stumbled back.
Diya
In the sudden hustle, I didn’t even realise when my fingers clutched onto the fabric of his shirt.
My feet barely balanced me.
Diya
The apology was already on my lips when my eyes lifted. And suddenly… the noise around me faded.
Diya
I steadied myself, my balance slowly returning.
He stood there, frozen, one hand instinctively holding my elbow, making sure I wouldn’t fall.
Diya
Brown eyes met mine.
Calm. Unrushed.
Diya
I quickly looked away, nervousness rushing through me. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Diya
The morning announcement continued somewhere in the background, distant and unreal.
Diya
“I–I’m very sorry!” I blurted out finally, the words tumbling over each other.
Diya
He said gently, his voice polite and respectful.
Diya
Before I could respond, a teacher’s voice echoed through the corridor, calling out to the students who hadn’t reached the assembly yet.
Diya
“I’m very sorry,” I rushed, embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.
Diya
“I wasn’t looking… I need to go now. Thank you, for saving me.”
And with that, I ran towards the ground, never daring to look back.
Diya
After the assembly, Naira and I entered the classroom, still giggling about the most unimportant lecture our principal had given that morning.
Diya
“Bhaiii, kya faltu chiz boli us saanp ne, itta jhooth!!!” I scoffed, throwing my bag onto the bench.
Naira instantly copied the principal’s serious tone.
Naira
“I want you all to enjoy your school life. We don’t only focus on studies.”
Diya
I rolled my eyes. “Chhod us principal ko. Chal tiffin khaate hain, bahut tej bhookh lag rahi hai. Aaj breakfast bhi nahi kiya.”
Diya
Sitting down, I pulled out my tiffin, and within seconds, both of us were eating my lunch — more like stuffing it into our mouths without chewing. After all, it was our favourite pasta.
Teacher
“Good morning, class.”
Diya
We were mid-bite when the teacher walked in. But neither of us panicked.
We already knew, this teacher would just smile and say, “Have… have.”
Teacher
“Sit down, everyone,” the teacher said warmly.
Teacher
“Welcome to 11th class. I hope this year you don’t procrastinate and study consistently.”
Diya
A few instructions followed —career routes, subjects, study phases.
One student suddenly asked,
Random Student
“where are the new students? Didn’t anyone take admission this year?”
Teacher
“They have, They’re seated in a different room for now, since the course system is new for them. They’ll probably be shifted here after a week.”
Sara
“Brooo, Diya, tujhe pata hai maine subah subah ek naya ladka dekha. Bhaiii, he was sooo handsomeeee!!!”
Diya
Sara, one of my friend whispered excitedly from behind.
Diya
“Achha?” I leaned closer instantly, my tharki instincts kicking in.
Diya
“idhar aana, photo lii???”
Sara
“Lunch break mein le lungi. Pakka, tujhe bhi bhej dungi”
Diya
Just like that, the class went on — mostly free, considering it was the first day.
Diya
During the Lunch break, Sara and I sat scrolling through our phones, while naira went for lunch in canteen. When suddenly a notification popped up on mine.
Diya
A photo from the tharki gang gc.
Diya
I already knew what it was.
Heart racing, I opened it only for my eyes to almost pop out of their sockets.
Diya
The boy in the picture was the same boy I had collided with that morning.
Sara
“Arey ye dekh na —” Sara started, showing me a reel.
Diya
She stopped mid-sentence.
Sara
Then grabbed my phone.
“OH BHAIII! Itta mast chiknaa, ye to vahi ladka haiii?!” she gasped.
Diya
“Bhaiii… tujhe pata hai aaj kya hua?” I whispered, pulling the phone back and narrating the entire morning incident.
Diya
By the time I finished, Sara looked just as shocked as I was.
Sara
“Bhaiii… tune toh mere se pehle hi dekh liya isse.”
Diya
“Behen, idhar main traumatise hoke baithi hoon aur tu daant rahi hai ki main usse pehle mil li?!”
I whispered dramatically, clutching my chest.
Sara
“Achha achha, sorry… sorry,” Sara said, though the mischief never left her eyes.
Sara
“Par soch na, kitni embarrass hui hogi tu.”
Diya
“Puchh mat.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “I felt like burrying myself 10 feets down the earth.”
Sara
“Par dekh na yaar…” Sara nudged me, sliding the phone closer.
Diya
I glanced at the photo again, despite myself.
Diya
“Yeh toh hai…” I muttered.
“Bahut hi mast maal haiiii.”
Diya
Behind us, someone coughed softly, as if trying to say something.
Diya
And the very next moment, when sara and I turned around, it became the most haunted moment of our lives.
Diya
Because standing right there…
was him.
Diya
The same boy.
The one from the morning collision.
The one from the photo.
The reason behind all the whispering and trauma.
Diya
For a second, time froze. My heart dropped straight to my stomach, and embarrassment crawled up my spine like it had found a permanent home there.
Diya
He stood still, eyes calm but unreadable, as if he had heard more than he was supposed to, as if he was traumatized with our words.
Diya
And suddenly, all the words I had been laughing about moments ago felt painfully loud.
Diya
“Ahh... I hope he hasn’t listened to our horny intensitive thoughts”
I prayed silently, my heart thudding against my ribs.
Diya
Behind us, he cleared his throat.
Ikshit
“Umm…” he said softly.
Ikshit
“Teacher gave me your last year’s notebook… for reference, so it could help me.”
Diya
He extended his hand towards me. Giving me My notebook.
Diya
My fingers hesitated for half a second before taking it from him.
Diya
“H-hmm… tha—thank you.”
The words barely left my mouth, embarrassment crawling up my neck and settling on my cheeks.
Diya
He gave a small nod.
Polite. Calm. Normal.
Diya
Okay, I told myself desperately.
He definitely didn’t hear anything. Bach gayi.
Diya
Without another word, he turned and walked away, towards his classroom, which was opposite to ours.
Diya
And just like that, he was gone.
Diya
The school bell rang soon after, signalling the end of the day.
Diya
I packed my bag in record time, my movements rushed and clumsy. All I wanted was to go home, as fast as possible.
Diya
Because the last thing I wanted…
was to face him again.
Diya
Yet, as I walked out of the classroom, notebook clutched tightly against my chest, one thought refused to leave my mind.
Diya
Why I felt a strange feeling around him? I just met him this morning. I felt like a had some connections with him.
I let my thought summon themselves over me, the whole day, thinking about this one question which seemed unrealistic to me.
Author
Soo my pandasss!!!! Kaisa laga first chapterrr???
Is it good enough to read?
Did you laughed along the way?
Did you relate to diya or naira?
What’s your favourite part frok the chapter? Mine was the photo one (bechara Ikshit 😭😭)
I hope you enjoyed reading it.
Excited for next chapter???
I word count was 1750+, will surely increase chapter - by- chapter
Okay, byee byeee love you all
*ache se khaana, pina, aur moz karna*
~ <3 ~
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