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💕🫶🏻Bhaiyaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!” she yelled, spotting Veer seated at a table. Her curls bounced as she sprinted toward him.

Veer barely had time to look up before Sia flung her arms wide. “Where the hell were you!? Why did you come early and leave me behind? Do you have any idea what happened to me today?!”

Sia spoke without pause, words tumbling over each other as Veer leaned back, his expression a mix of amusement and resignation.

“Sia—” Veer tried to interject.

“Nahi, bhaiya, aap suno! I was walking peacefully, minding my own business, and bam! Ek gadhe ne almost mere upar hi bike chadha di thi aaj! ! sorry tak nahi bola! And you know what? He didn’t even help me up! Ugh!” Sia huffed, her cheeks puffing out in frustration.

Three pairs of eyes—Nisha, Rudra, and Eklavya—watched the exchange with silent curiosity. Rudra, still wearing his usual stoic expression, leaned back in his chair. His gaze flicked over Sia, though she hadn’t paid him any attention.

“Sia,” Veer interrupted, his lips twitching. “Calm down for a second. Meet my friends. This is Rudra and Eklavya.”

Sia spun around, her bubbly demeanor instantly returning. “Oh! Hi!” She pointed to Nisha beside her. “And this is Nisha, my new friend!”

“Nice to meet you,” Nisha said shyly, giving a polite wave.

Eklavya grinned, already sensing the chaos Sia brought. “So, Sia, what happened this morning? Did the biker survive your wrath?”

Sia’s face lit up, her dramatic flair taking over. “Barely! If I ever meet him again, I’ll punch him so hard he’ll regret not saying sorry!” She raised her tiny fist, punching the air for emphasis.

Eklavya feigned horror. “How cruel! What if he’s a nice guy? Maybe he had a bad day!”

“Nice guy?” Sia scoffed. “He was mean, rude, and arrogant. Who doesn’t even apologize when they knock someone down?!”

Veer glanced at Rudra, whose jaw tightened, his sharp features hardening. Eklavya caught the look and couldn’t resist adding fuel to the fire.

“Did you see his face, Sia?” Eklavya asked, his voice dripping with mischief.

“No,” Sia admitted, shaking her head. “He was wearing a helmet. But if I ever do, he’s done for!”

Eklavya burst out laughing, earning a death glare from Rudra. “Rude biker, beware of this warrior,” Eklavya teased, dodging Rudra’s subtle kick under the table.

Veer chuckled, ruffling Sia’s hair. “Calm down, tigress. Let’s order something first.”

The waiter approached, and both Sia and Rudra stood simultaneously. Their eyes met for the first time, and for a split second, the air seemed to shift.

"I’ll handle it,” Rudra said curtly, his tone cold.

“No way! I’m ordering for my brother!” Sia retorted, puffing up like a stubborn child.

Before either could take a step, Sia’s foot slipped on the polished floor. She let out a tiny yelp as she lost her balance, her arms flailing helplessly. Rudra instinctively moved forward to steady her, but the momentum pulled him off balance as well.

The world seemed to slow down.

Sia collided into Rudra’s chest, her small frame crashing into his, and they both toppled over. Her heart pounded as Rudra’s arms instinctively wrapped around her waist, his grip firm yet protective. Their descent felt like an eternity as if gravity itself wanted to stretch the moment.

They landed on the floor with a soft thud, Sia sprawled across Rudra, her face inches from his. Her curls cascaded over his shoulder, creating a curtain that seemed to shut out the rest of the world.

Time froze.

Sia’s wide eyes locked onto Rudra’s deep, dark gaze, her breath hitching as she noticed the faint golden flecks in his irises. His expression was unreadable, but the intensity of his stare sent a jolt through her, making her cheeks flush crimson as she stand up.

“I—uh—sorry,” Sia stammered, her voice barely above a whisper.

Rudra’s voice was low, almost a murmur, as he replied, “Careful. You’re too clumsy for your own good.”

The huskiness of his tone made her stomach flip.

But as soon as the moment lingered too long, Sia’s fiery nature snapped back into place.

“Excuse me?! You’re the one who stood in my way!” she blurted, her cheeks burning hotter.

Rudra arched a brow, his lips twitching as if suppressing a smirk. “Typical. You fall on me and still think it’s my fault.”

Eklavya’s laughter shattered the tension as he clapped his hands. “What a filmy scene! Rudra, you’re turning into a Bollywood hero!”

“Shut up,” Rudra growled, his arms flexing as he helped Sia to her feet with a surprising gentleness shocking eklavya and veer.

Veer was already at Sia’s side, his protective instincts kicking in. “Are you okay, Sia? Did you hurt yourself?”

“I’m fine, bhaiya,” Sia muttered, brushing herself off.

Nisha leaned toward Eklavya, whispering, “That was straight out of a movie, wasn’t it?”

Eklavya smirked, whispering back, “Bollywood can retire. Rudra just gave us all the drama we need.”

Suddenly the bustling canteen fell into an unusual hush when a girl, shy and hesitant, made her way toward Rudra. Her cheeks flushed a soft pink, her hands trembling slightly as she clutched a neatly folded letter close to her chest. Her appearance was captivating—long, silky hair cascading over her shoulders, a perfectly coordinated outfit accentuating her graceful figure. Sia, Nisha, Eklavya and Veer, who had been sipping  juice, paused mid-way

The girl stopped in front of Rudra’s table, her voice barely above a whisper. “Rudra… I-I’m too shy to confess in words. So, I wrote you this letter instead.” She placed the letter on the table with trembling hands, her doe-like eyes shimmering with hope and nervousness.

Rudra didn’t even spare her a glance. He continued eating his lunch, the clink of his fork against the plate the only sound in the otherwise silent canteen. His disinterest was palpable, his demeanor a blend of arrogance and apathy.

The girl’s confidence wavered, but she mustered the courage to speak again. “There’s no need to answer right away. Take your time and—”

“Wait,” Rudra’s deep, commanding voice cut through the silence, making everyone hold their breath.

The girl froze, her heart pounding. A flicker of hope lit her eyes as she turned back to him. Was he going to accept? The entire canteen buzzed with anticipation.

Rudra finally looked up, his sharp gaze locking on the letter. Slowly, he picked it up, his expression unreadable. The girl’s heart soared. The room seemed to hold its collective breath.

But then, with a calmness that sent chills down everyone’s spine, Rudra used the letter to wipe his hands. He casually tossed it back onto the table and leaned back in his chair, his face devoid of any emotion.

“Here. You can take it back now,” he said coldly.

The girl’s face turned crimson with embarrassment. A few muffled gasps echoed in the canteen, followed by whispers and murmurs. Some were shocked, others stifling laughter.

"Damn, he’s ruthless.”

“Cold as ice, man.”

The girl’s hands trembled as she snatched the letter and bolted out of the canteen, tears streaming down her face. Rudra, unaffected, resumed eating as though nothing had happened.

Sia’s eyes widened in disbelief. "Did he seriously just… wipe his hands with her letter? What is wrong with him?" she thought, torn between feeling bad for the girl and being amused by Rudra’s audacity.

Meanwhile, Sia couldn’t help but suppress a smile. "Arrogant heartless jerk"

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