Kashvi's POV
The wedding lights blur around me as everyone starts rising from the mandap. The priest is packing away the last of the flowers. Guests rush forward for photos. The hall erupts again.
๐ฌ๐ช๐ฏ๐ถ๐ฌ๐บ ๐ถ๐ญ ๐ซ๐ฌ๐บ๐ป๐ฐ๐ต๐
๐๐ ๐ฐ๐๐ง๐ญ๐๐ ๐ฌ๐ข๐ฅ๐๐ง๐๐. ๐๐ก๐ ๐๐ซ๐ซ๐ข๐ฏ๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ข๐ญ๐ก ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐จ๐ง๐. Aathiran Srinivasan Kalyanasundaram had three rules for college: Keep his grades at the top. Stay out of unnecessary drama. And absolutely, under no circumstances, get distracted by people. At twenty, the six-foot-five aerospace engineering student has his life arranged almost perfectly. Classes. Labs. Books. His 9.9 GPA. A small circle of people he actually tolerates. Then Diya Banerjee walks into his life. Eighteen. Five-foot-three. Bengali. Psychology student. Loud enough to start an argument with a wall and stubborn enough to finish it. She doesn't believe in following rules simply because someone wrote them down. She doesn't particularly trust men. She definitely doesn't trust grumpy seniors who stare at her over their glasses. And unfortunately for Aathiran's carefully organized existence, Diya finds him fascinating. Their first meeting is an accident. Their second is an argument. Their third becomes a pattern. And somewhere between campus corridors, ridiculous fights, late-night conversations, stolen glances, jealousy neither of them wants to admit to, and two very different cultures colliding- Aathiran begins to realize that the girl who disrupted his silence might be the only person he doesn't want to silence. Diya, meanwhile, has a much simpler problem. She wants him. The problem? ๐๐๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ซ๐๐ง ๐ก๐๐ฌ ๐๐๐ฌ๐จ๐ฅ๐ฎ๐ญ๐๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ง๐จ ๐ข๐๐๐ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐๐จ ๐๐๐จ๐ฎ๐ญ ๐ ๐ ๐ข๐ซ๐ฅ ๐ฐ๐ก๐จ ๐ฌ๐๐ฒ๐ฌ ๐๐ฑ๐๐๐ญ๐ฅ๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ก๐๐ญ ๐ฌ๐ก๐ ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ Two states. Two cultures. Two completely different personalities. One campus. And a love story neither of them planned. Because sometimes the person who ruins your perfectly peaceful life... is the person you can't imagine living without.
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