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Age 14 for both

Delhi had always felt too loud for most people—the constant hum of traffic, the overlapping voices, the heat that lingered even in the evenings—but for Aarav Sharma, it was home in the truest sense, not because of the city itself but because every corner of it held memories of someone who had quietly become the center of his world.

From the moment he could remember, Vansh Khurana had always been there, not just as a friend but as a constant presence that shaped his childhood in ways he never paused to question. Their families were deeply intertwined, their parents bound by years of friendship and business, and so their lives had blended effortlessly, creating a routine where Aarav’s laughter and Vansh’s silence existed side by side in perfect balance.

Where Aarav was bright, expressive, and endlessly talkative, Vansh was composed, observant, and controlled in a way that felt unnatural for someone their age, yet there was a quiet understanding between them that needed no explanation, as if they had both accepted long ago that their worlds began and ended with each other.

That afternoon, the sunlight filtered through the tall trees in the Khurana garden, casting shifting shadows across the stone path as Vansh walked ahead at his usual unhurried pace, his hands tucked into his pockets and his expression unreadable, while behind him Aarav came running, his voice cutting through the calm like it always did, calling out his name with a familiarity that carried years of habit and affection.

Vansh stopped the moment he heard him, not because he was asked to but because he always did, his movements instinctively aligning with Aarav’s presence as if it was the most natural thing in the world.

Aarav reached him moments later, slightly breathless but smiling in that effortless way that made everything around him feel lighter, immediately complaining about Vansh walking too fast even though it wasn’t entirely true, and Vansh responded in the same dry, controlled tone he used with everyone else, yet there was a softness beneath it that only Aarav ever seemed to notice.

Their conversations flowed without effort, filled with small arguments and teasing remarks that meant nothing and everything at the same time, and when Aarav casually asked where he stood in Vansh’s world, expecting nothing more than another dismissive reply, Vansh’s answer came without hesitation, calm and certain in a way that made it feel like a fact rather than a statement.

“You’re mine.”

The words settled between them without weight for Aarav, who laughed it off easily, brushing it aside as just another one of Vansh’s oddly possessive remarks, but for Vansh, it was something far more permanent, something he had already accepted as truth even if he didn’t fully understand what it meant yet.

He didn’t question why Aarav mattered more than anyone else or why the idea of him being close to someone else felt wrong in a way he couldn’t explain, because to him it had always been simple—Aarav was his, and that was enough.

As they continued walking together, their steps naturally falling into sync, there was an unspoken promise in the quiet between them, something neither of them acknowledged but both carried forward without realizing that it would one day be tested in ways neither of them were prepared for.

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It's going to be a ride of emotions

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