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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Happy Reading 🌟
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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—
Diya Sharma
“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 Sharma
“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 Sharma
“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 Sharma
“Mummyyy, kidhar ho? Byeee!” Diya rushed into the kitchen and kissed her mother’s right cheek.
Nisha Sharma
“Arre diya, aise thodi bina breakfast kiye jaogi?” Nisha said, trying to make her daughter eat. Kuch toh kha le.”
Diya Sharma
“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 Sharma
“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 Sharma
“Aapko toh main baad mein batati hoon,” Nisha snapped, then turned to Diya.
“Diya beta, aap school jao.”
Diya Sharma
I luckily reached school on time — well, not exactly on time. The announcement for the morning prayer had already begun.
Diya Sharma
Panic shot through me.
Diya Sharma
I hurried into my classroom, dumped my bag on the nearest bench without a second thought, and rushed right back out.
Diya Sharma
The assembly was being held on the ground today, which meant,
I absolutely could not be late.
Diya Sharma
I ran down the hallway, my shoes echoing against the floor, my breath uneven, my mind screaming
“jaldi, jaldi late nhi ho sakte”
Diya Sharma
And then—
Thud.
Diya Sharma
I crashed into something.
Or rather… someone.
“Oof—!”
Diya Sharma
My forehead collided with a solid chest, and before I could even process what had happened, I stumbled back.
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
The apology was already on my lips when my eyes lifted. And suddenly… the noise around me faded.
Diya Sharma
I steadied myself, my balance slowly returning.
He stood there, frozen, one hand instinctively holding my elbow, making sure I wouldn’t fall.
Diya Sharma
Brown eyes met mine.
Calm. Unrushed.
Diya Sharma
My heart skipped.
Diya Sharma
I quickly looked away, nervousness rushing through me. For a moment, neither of us spoke.
Diya Sharma
The morning announcement continued somewhere in the background, distant and unreal.
Diya Sharma
“I–I’m very sorry!” I blurted out finally, the words tumbling over each other.
Ikshit kashyap
“It’s okay,”
Diya Sharma
He said gently, his voice polite and respectful.
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
“I’m very sorry,” I rushed, embarrassment creeping into my cheeks.
Diya Sharma
“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 Sharma
After the assembly, Naira and I entered the classroom, still giggling about the most unimportant lecture our principal had given that morning.
Diya Sharma
“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 Roy
“I want you all to enjoy your school life. We don’t only focus on studies.”
Diya Sharma
I rolled my eyes. “Chhod us principal ko. Chal tiffin khaate hain, bahut tej bhookh lag rahi hai. Aaj breakfast bhi nahi kiya.”
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
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 Sharma
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 Sharma
Sara, one of my friend whispered excitedly from behind.
Diya Sharma
“Achha?” I leaned closer instantly, my tharki instincts kicking in.
Diya Sharma
“idhar aana, photo lii???”
Sara
“Lunch break mein le lungi. Pakka, tujhe bhi bhej dungi”
Diya Sharma
Just like that, the class went on — mostly free, considering it was the first day.
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
A photo from the tharki gang gc.
Diya Sharma
I already knew what it was.
Heart racing, I opened it only for my eyes to almost pop out of their sockets.
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
She stopped mid-sentence.
Sara
Then grabbed my phone.
“OH BHAIII! Itta mast chiknaa, ye to vahi ladka haiii?!” she gasped.
Diya Sharma
“Bhaiii… tujhe pata hai aaj kya hua?” I whispered, pulling the phone back and narrating the entire morning incident.
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
“Behen, idhar main traumatize 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 Sharma
“Puchh mat.” I sighed, rubbing my forehead. “I felt like burying myself 10 feets down the earth.”
Sara
“Par dekh na yaar…” Sara nudged me, sliding the phone closer.
Diya Sharma
I glanced at the photo again, despite myself.
Diya Sharma
“Yeh toh hai…” I muttered.
“Bahut hi mast maal haiiii.”
Diya Sharma
Behind us, someone coughed softly, as if trying to say something.
Diya Sharma
And the very next moment, when sara and I turned around, it became the most haunted moment of our lives.
Diya Sharma
Because standing right there…
was him.
Diya Sharma
The same boy.
The one from the morning collision.
The one from the photo.
The reason behind all the whispering and trauma.
Diya Sharma
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 Sharma
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 Sharma
And suddenly, all the words I had been laughing about moments ago felt painfully loud.
Diya Sharma
“Ahh... I hope he hasn’t listened to our horny intensitive thoughts”
I prayed silently, my heart thudding against my ribs.
Diya Sharma
Behind us, he cleared his throat.
Ikshit kashyap
“Umm…” he said softly.
Ikshit kashyap
“Teacher gave me your last year’s notebook… for reference, so it could help me.”
Diya Sharma
He extended his hand towards me. Giving me My notebook.
Diya Sharma
My fingers hesitated for half a second before taking it from him.
Diya Sharma
“H-hmm… tha—thank you.”
The words barely left my mouth, embarrassment crawling up my neck and settling on my cheeks.
Diya Sharma
He gave a small nod.
Polite. Calm. Normal.
Diya Sharma
Okay, I told myself desperately.
He definitely didn’t hear anything. Bach gayi.
Diya Sharma
Without another word, he turned and walked away, towards his classroom, which was opposite to ours.
Diya Sharma
And just like that, he was gone.
Diya Sharma
The school bell rang soon after, signalling the end of the day.
Diya Sharma
I packed my bag in record time, my movements rushed and clumsy. All I wanted was to go home, as fast as possible.
Diya Sharma
Because the last thing I wanted…
was to face him again.
Diya Sharma
Yet, as I walked out of the classroom, notebook clutched tightly against my chest, one thought refused to leave my mind.
Diya Sharma
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 laugh 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*
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|CHAPTER — 2|
Diya Sharma
Mumma! Kidhar hooo? Heyyy Bhagwati maa!!!! Mera zindagi aisa kyun hai??
Diya Sharma
Ham kal hi laaye the.
I checked one last cabinet with blind hope
Diya Sharma
Wo mera favourite chips tha.
Nisha Sharma
Wo toh maine kha li.
Diya Sharma
Kha... li? my voice cracked.
Poora packet?
Nisha Sharma
Bhukh lagi thi.
Diya Sharma
Hamko bhi bhukh laga hai, Mumma. Ham bhi ek insaan hai
Nisha Sharma
Ab drama kam kar, tune already vo chips kal khai thi, aaj kuch aur kha le
Diya Sharma
I stomped my foot in frustration, annoyed at my life.
Aaj ka din to vaise hi waste hua, ab shaam bhi nhi bachi
Nisha not caring about anything went to sleep.
Ikshit kashyap
During the break, while I was finishing my lunch, my eyes fell on the notebook the teacher had given me for reference.
Ikshit kashyap
After I was done eating, I went to the classroom it belonged to, only to hear the owner giggling at something.
Ikshit kashyap
I felt it would be rude to interrupt, so I waited them to finish up. As soon as they were done, I handed the notebook back to Diya.
Ikshit kashyap
“Congratulations for your board's results... ” I said, managing to smile.
Ikshit kashyap
As I was returning to my class, A strange thing came into my mind.
But one thing confused me.
Why was she and her friend maybe, staring at my photo? And wait-
When exactly had they taken it?
Were they going to complain to the teacher, about me? But what had I even done to them?
Should I ask her? Should I clear things up? Or should I just apologise for my actions?
But from their conversation, it didn't seem like they were talking about any complaint. It felt more like they had secretly clicked my photo and were staring at it like creeps.
Ikshit kashyap
I was about to ask her, but then the teacher walked in, and the moment slipped away. I had no choice but to keep my thoughts to myself and turn my attention to the class.
Ikshit kashyap
"Mumma? Are you there?" I called, but there was no response. Her words from this morning echoed in my mind.
Swara Kashyap
"Ishu, today I'll be going to the court and then to the hospital, so make sure you eat on time and don't stay up late studying. Sleep early."
Ikshit kashyap
I set my bag on the study table and went to the kitchen to eat.
Once I finished lunch, I sat down again to complete my assignments. I wanted to catch up on the news too, but that could wait. For now, my assignments came first.
Naira Roy
"Behench*d bhaiii, kya ch*tiya hai woh dukaan wala Literally stole my 10 freaking rupees."
Diya Sharma
Bas... bas bhaii, ho gaya. Jaane de. Sirf 10 rupaye hi toh the-
Naira Roy
Tujhe kya pata, pure 10 rupaye ki keemat, Diya babu?
Diya Sharma
Thik hai behen, mujhe nahi pata. Ab chal class mein.
Naira Roy
Waise bhaiiiii!!! Tujhe pata haiiii aaj Kabir aane wala haiiiii?
Diya Sharma
Ae bhaii, do chatta maar dungi. Chup. Din bhar us red flag bande ke peeche pagal hui rehti hai.
Diya Sharma
I know Kabir is a red flag, but I cannot prove it. That's the reason he is alive right now. Once I find the proof, he won't be seen the next day, samjhi?
Naira Roy
Behen, tu rehne de. Isliye aaj tak tu single hai.
Diya Sharma
I didn't say anything after that. Talking to my gadhi best friend was the same as banging my head against the wall a hundred times.
Diya Sharma
I heard that familiar 'suar jaisi awaaz', and I already knew who it was.
I turned to Naira and saw her cheeks turning a deep shade of red. Ekdum tamatar jaisi. Yes, ever since childhood, whenever she blushed even a little, her cheeks turned very red.
Author
Heard Diya cursing him again
Naira Roy
I have explained to her thousands of times. That Kabir is not like those boys he is different. If he were anything like them, I would never have dated him.
Naira Roy
But he was different - he understands me, always makes me feel safe, and prioritize me over anything.
Naira Roy
When I was alone, he was the one who helped me feel less lonely. So how could he be a red flag?
Naira Roy
I knew Diya only wanted what was best for me. But maybe because of her love and care, she thought every guy was toxic.
I was still immersed in those thoughts when Kabir waved his hand intron of me, he gave a small soft smile.
Naira Roy
We were meeting after two whole months, and I was of course happy to see him.
We use to talk to each other online daily - vns, voice call, video calls.
But still meeting him in real, felt different.
Sat on the third row, third bench, which was directly opposite to Naira’s.
Naira Roy
After keeping his bag down, I saw him walk toward me, and my cheeks instantly heated up again.
He stopped in front of my desk, fingers fiddling with each other, something he always did when he was nervous.
Naira Roy
He said softly, then pulled something out of his bag.
A small keychain rested in his palm, it looked hand-painted, carefully done, like someone has spend long time detailing it.
Kabir Oberoi
I made this during this session break,"
Naira Roy
He murmured, eyes avoiding mine.
Kabir Oberoi
It reminded me... of you.
Naira Roy
He made this....for me??. With his own hands???
I took it gently, A small flower - more likely to be lily, painted with whitish pink color, below it written: for the most beautiful human.
My eyes instantly filled with tears. I couldn't shake the thought of being this important for someone, that they spent their break, just for making something for me.
Naira Roy
I held the flower, very carefully, like it was fragile. My hands trembling with the thought of breaking it by mistake.
In that moment, every doubt that I had in this person ever, felt distant.
How could someone who put this much thought into me ever be toxic?
I was there enjoying my summer break, while he was there making keychains for me.
Author
GUYS IF YOU ARE NOT OKAY, WITH MY ENGLISH DO LET ME KNOW. MERA ENGLISH ITNA ACHA NHI HAI, WHILE WRITING, I'M STILL TRYING TO LEAR NEW WORDS AND PHRASES TO MAKE THE CHAPTER READABLE TO Y'ALL, SO PLEASE BEAR WITH IT.
Author
KAISA LAGA CHAPTER????
Author
OKAY, DID YOU LIKED KABIR ;)?
Author
ABHI KE LIYE
ACHE SE KHAO, PIYO AUR MOZ KARO!!!
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