Anvi’s brother’s name ,Arjun Sharma.
To the world, he was a businessman—polite, well-spoken, respected. The kind of man teachers greeted with extra courtesy when he came to pick up his sister.
But respect is easy to earn when no one knows what you rule.
That morning, Arjun dropped Anvi at the school gate like always.
“Don’t forget to eat,” he said, handing her a bottle of water.
“I won’t,” she smiled.
He waited until she disappeared inside before answering the call on his second phone.
“Yes,” he said quietly.
A pause.
“No loose ends.”
The call ended. His expression stayed calm.
Inside, Rutvik Malhotra was already at the last bench.
Anvi joined him moments later.
Same place. Same silence that felt oddly comfortable now.
“You’re early,” he said.
“You noticed,” she replied.
He smirked. “Hard not to.”
Attendance went on as usual.
Names echoed. Pens scratched paper.
Nothing unusual.
Except how natural it felt—sitting there together, as if it had always been meant to be that way.
Across the city, Ishita Malhotra stepped out of her college gate.
She spotted the familiar car instantly.
Arjun Sharma waited inside.
“You shouldn’t come here,” she said once she got in.
“I know,” he replied. “But I still do.”
She shook her head. “This is a bad idea.”
He glanced at her, softer than the man his enemies feared.
“Some ideas are worth the risk.”
“If Rutvik finds out—”
“He won’t,” Arjun said calmly. “And Anvi won’t either.”
That was the rule.
Love stayed hidden.
Power stayed invisible.
Back at school, Rutvik leaned back in his chair.
“Do you ever feel like someone’s watching?” he asked casually.
Anvi paused. “Yes… actually.”
They both looked toward the corridor.
Nothing.
Some shadows didn’t belong to school hallways.
The day ended.
Outside the gate, Rutvik stood beside his bike.
Anvi walked out with Arjun.
This time, Arjun didn’t look away.
His eyes met Rutvik’s.
Measured. Sharp. Silent.
Rutvik felt it—something cold, instinctive.
But he brushed it off.
The car drove away.
Rutvik started his bike and rode home, unaware that:
Arjun Sharma controlled a world built on fear and silence
Ishita Malhotra was the one thing he couldn’t control
and Anvi and Rutvik were already connected by secrets neither of them had chosen
Different lives.
Same bench.
And a story that was moving quietly toward impact. 🌑✨
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