Book 2

•❀• Copyright •❀•

© Teri Meri Kahani

All rights reserved… and by reserved, I mean please don’t steal this unless you want my dramatic villain arc to begin.

This story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to real people, situations, or your own love life is purely coincidental… or maybe you’re just living in a rom-com and don’t know it yet.

Unauthorized copying, reproduction, or claiming this story as your own will result in:

Not finding the chocolate part in your ice-cream cone.
Your favorite song getting skipped every time.
And your phone battery dying at 3% during an important conversation.

This book contains:
Public chaos, emotional damage, accidental feelings, and scenes that may cause excessive smiling like an idiot.

Reader discretion is advised… especially if you fall too easily.

If found copied somewhere else, just remember:
Original always hits different.

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•❀• Dedication •❀•

To my overthinking brain… this one’s your fault.

✧･ﾟ: ✧･ﾟ: :･ﾟ✧:･ﾟ✧

•❀• Characters •❀•

"I play for the crowd, but honestly... her reactions are more entertaining."

• 𝐑𝐢𝐭𝐯𝐢𝐤 𝐕𝐚𝐫𝐝𝐡𝐚𝐧 •

27.

The kind of man you hear before you see.

Loud, witty, and impossible to ignore, Ritvik thrives in attention like it belongs to him. Loved endlessly by his parents and raised with unwavering confidence, he’s never had to question his place in the world.

He jokes through seriousness, deflects emotions, and turns everything into something lighter—because feeling too much was never his habit.

“If staring was a crime, you’d be serving life by now.”

“Smile like you mean it. I don’t date people who look like they’re attending my funeral.”

“If you’re going to push me away, at least have the decency to admit why.”

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Raghav Vardhan

55, Father.

A man who speaks gently even when the world is loud.

Calm, warm, and quietly strong. A respected doctor who heals as much with his words as with his work.

As a father, he’s gentle, understanding, and always present—Ritvik never had to question his love.

“Don’t hide behind jokes all the time.”

Suhani Vardhan

51, Mother.

Graceful, sharp, and effortlessly commanding.

A highly respected doctor, Suhani carries authority like second nature.

She loves her son deeply… but she doesn’t soften it. Her affection comes wrapped in expectations, in sharp observations, in truths that don’t always sound gentle.

“Confidence suits you, Ritvik. Arrogance doesn’t.”

Adhiveer Kashyap

26, Closest Friend.

Charming, unpredictable, and always one step away from trouble.

Adhiveer doesn’t walk into situations—he stirs them. But beneath the easy smirk and careless confidence lies a mind that notices everything.

He jokes, teases, and pushes limits… yet knows exactly when to get serious.

“You’ve been smiling at your phone for five minutes. Should I be worried or entertained?”

"I swear he exists just to test my patience."

• Anvesha Sahni •

24.

Bold, sharp-tongued, and entirely her own person.

A photographer who sees the world in frames others miss, Anvesha has learned early that life doesn’t pause for grief.

Losing her parents at ten didn’t break her—it built her. Piece by piece, layer by layer, into someone who doesn’t wait to be chosen.

She lives with her mamu and mami, in a house that never quite feels like home. Her mami’s taunts are constant, subtle digs wrapped as responsibility. Her mamu knows… but silence is easier than confrontation.

So Anvesha stopped expecting.

Except for one person—her older cousin brother. The only one who sees past her sarcasm, who knows when her strength is real… and when it’s just survival.

She laughs loudly, speaks boldly, and carries herself like she owes no one an explanation.

Because she doesn’t.

“I’m not everyone’s type… and I like it that way.”

“Keep this fake where it belongs. Don’t blur the lines.”

“You don’t get to come closer now just because you’re scared of losing something you never tried to keep.”

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Anandita Maheshwari

24, Closest Friend.

Soft-spoken, observant, and emotionally intelligent.

Anandita isn’t loud, but she notices everything—the pauses, the deflections, the things people don’t say. She carries a calm presence that makes people open up without realizing it.

With Anvesha, she becomes that rare space—safe, unjudging, and real.

The kind of friend who won’t question her walls… but will quietly stand outside them until she’s ready to open the door.

“You don’t have to explain everything to me. I understand more than you think.”

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