College life was in full swing, and both Anaya and Aarav were settling into their new routines.
Anaya, always known for her beauty, had caught the attention of many boys from the first day. But she had no interest in entertaining anyone. Her past heartbreak had taught her enough, and she wasn't ready to risk her emotions again. She focused on her studies and built a strong group of friends, keeping her distance from unnecessary drama.
On the other hand, Aarav found himself in a class where only a handful of girls were present. Yet, despite being in the minority, they all admired him—not just for his looks, but for his intelligence and confidence. Among them was Nitya, a brilliant and ambitious girl who had quickly caught Aarav's attention. She wasn't just another admirer; she was genuinely talented and driven, something Aarav found impressive.
Days passed, and soon, the buzz of the upcoming Freshers' Party filled the air.
The night of the Freshers' Party arrived, and excitement filled the campus. The event was grand—lights, music, and a lively atmosphere. Everyone had dressed their best, eager to make memories on this special occasion.
Anaya walked in wearing a stunning black one-piece dress, her confidence making her shine even brighter. The moment she stepped into the party, all eyes turned toward her. Her elegance was effortless, and it wasn't long before whispers of admiration spread through the crowd.
Among them was Rahul, her classmate, who had been trying to get close to her for days. He walked up to her with a charming smile.
"Anaya, you look breathtaking tonight," he said smoothly.
Anaya smiled politely but didn't respond.
"Would you like to dance?" he asked, extending his hand.
For a moment, she hesitated. The music was soft, and everyone around her was dancing. She wasn't interested in Rahul, but she also didn't want to seem rude.
The music played softly in the background, and Anaya hesitated as Rahul extended his hand. She wasn't ready for this. Dancing, especially with someone she had no feelings for, felt unnecessary. But her friends nudged her, teasing and insisting that she should enjoy the moment.
"Come on, Anaya! It's just a dance," Anna whispered with a grin.
With a reluctant sigh, she finally nodded. "Alright."
A satisfied smile crossed Rahul's face as he led her to the dance floor. The lights dimmed slightly, and a romantic melody filled the hall. Their movements were graceful, their steps in sync. Though Anaya wasn't emotionally invested, she danced elegantly, making the moment look effortless. Rahul, confident as ever, tried to hold her closer, but Anaya maintained a respectful distance.
The entire hall watched them. Phones were raised, cameras flashed, and within minutes, students had recorded the dance.
Among them was a student who found the moment too mesmerizing to keep to himself. Without much thought, he uploaded the video on social media, captioning it:
"Freshers' Party Star Couple—Anaya & Rahul's Magical Dance!"
The post gained traction quickly, spreading across the campus. And soon, fate took an unexpected turn.
Back in Aarav's hostel room, the usual evening routine was unfolding. His roommate, Arjun, was scrolling through his phone when he suddenly stopped.
"Bro, check this out," Arjun said, turning his screen towards Aarav.
Aarav, who had been finishing an assignment, casually glanced at the phone. But what he saw made him freeze.
It was her.
Anaya.
Dressed in a black one-piece, moving gracefully under the soft lights, her smile faint but captivating. She looked… different. Confident. Happy.
With Rahul.
Aarav clenched his jaw, something stirring in his chest that he didn't quite understand. His hands unconsciously gripped his laptop tighter.
"She looks stunning, doesn't she?" Arjun commented. "That Rahul guy is lucky."
Aarav didn't respond. His eyes remained fixed on the screen.
Anaya had moved on. It wasn't just a thought now—it was real.
For the first time, he realized something he had been avoiding all along.
Maybe… just maybe… he wasn't as over her as he thought.