As the golden hues of the setting sun cast a warm glow over the city, Anshika stood outside her building, shifting her weight from one foot to another. A cool evening breeze rustled through. Her bag rested beside her, packed neatly for the trip.

Beside her, Ananya checked her phone, scrolling absentmindedly while occasionally throwing teasing glances at Anshika.

"Kartikey aa raha hai na? Bhool toh nahi gaya?" Ananya smirked, nudging Anshika lightly.

(Kartikey is coming, right? He hasn’t forgotten, has he?)

Anshika let out an exasperated sigh. "Haan yaar, aa raha hai. Tune paanch minute me teesri baar poocha hai!"

(Yes, he’s coming! You’ve asked me for the third time in five minutes!)

Ananya grinned. "Bas confirm kar rahi thi. Waise bhi, tu bohot excited hai, intezaar nahi ho raha na tujhse."

(Just confirming. Anyway, you’re very excited, aren’t you? Can’t wait, can you?)

"Aisa kuch nahi hai!" Anshika huffed, crossing her arms.

(It’s nothing like that!)

Ananya chuckled. "Haan haan, bilkul nahi."

(Oh yes, of course not.)

Just then the deep rumble of a familiar engine filled the air, a sleek black car pulled up in front of them. Kartikey stepped out, dressed casually in a black t-shirt and grey jeans, his hair slightly messy yet effortlessly stylish. His sharp gaze immediately found Anshika, and a genuine smile tugged at his lips.

"Ready?" he asked, his deep voice sending an unexpected shiver down her spine.

She nodded silently, and before she could bend to pick up her bag, Kartikey reached for it, effortlessly lifting it and tossing it into the backseat. Then, his attention turned to Ananya.

"You must be Ananya," he said, offering a polite smile.

Ananya nodded her head, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. "And you must be Kartikey. Tumhare baare mein kaafi suna hai maine..."

(And you must be Kartikey. I’ve heard a lot about you...)

Kartikey's gaze flickered toward Anshika, amusement dancing in his eyes. Caught off guard, Anshika felt her cheeks warm as she quickly looked away, pretending to focus on something—anything—other than him.

He chuckled at her choice of words. "That's a good thing I guess."

Ananya grinned. "Of course."

Kartikey gave a slow nod, then smiled. He then gestured toward the car. "Tum bhi chalo. It'll be fun."

(You should come too. It'll be fun.)

Ananya immediately shook her head. "No thanks, I have exams coming up."

"Oh" Kartikey said, amused.

He looked back at Anshika. "Toh chalein?"

(Shall we go?)

Her heartbeat picked up as she walked toward the car. Ananya gave her a quick hug. "Call me, okay?"

"Okay," Anshika mumbled.

Kartikey opened the car door for her, and she slid inside. He walked around and got into the driver's seat. As the car pulled away, Anshika stole a glance at him, feeling both nervous and excited about the trip ahead.

As the car smoothly merged onto the road, the hum of the engine and the city lights flickering past created a strangely calming atmosphere. Anshika settled into her seat, the faint scent of leather mixed with Kartikey's cologne filling her senses. She stole a quick glance at him—his hands gripping the steering wheel firmly, his sharp eyes focused on the road. There was an ease in the way he drove, exuding confidence, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

They were heading to pick up the rest of their friends before finally hitting the highway. But Anshika barely registered the route. Her mind, instead, wandered back to the events of the day.

She had woken up with an unusual excitement thrumming in her veins. The moment her eyes had fluttered open, she had sat up in bed, her heart doing a little flip at the realization—she was actually going on this trip. With Kartikey. And their friends, of course, but still.

Packing her bag had been a mix of chaos and thrill—meticulously folding her clothes one moment, then tossing things aside the next, unsure of what to take. She had changed her mind a dozen times about what to take—should she carry an extra sweater? What if it got cold at night? Did she have enough snacks? Should she take a book for the ride?

Ananya had suffered the brunt of her excitement.

"Ananya! Yeh theek hai na?" Anshika had asked for the fourth time that morning, holding up a navy-blue sweater in front of her mirror.

(Ananya! Is this okay?)

Ananya, sprawled on Anshika's bed, had groaned loudly. "Anshika, tujhe Kartikey ko impress karna hai, kuch bhi pehen le behen. Uski aankhon pe waise bhi patti bandhi hai tere pyaar ki!"

(Anshika, if you want to impress Kartikey, wear anything, girl. He’s already blindfolded by your love!)

Anshika had thrown a pillow at her. "Bakwas mat kar!"

(Don't talk nonsense!)

But the excitement hadn't faded. Even as she zipped up her bag and checked everything one last time, she could barely believe that this was happening.

Of course, none of this would have been possible without her grandfather's approval, which had seemed impossible at first.

Well, Mummy had helped too. Later, when it was just the two of them on a call, her mother had told her how she had spoken to Dadaji, gently convincing him to let Anshika go on this trip.

Anshika had felt a lump in her throat hearing that. Her mother had always understood her in ways no one else did. Even when the rest of the family remained bound by rigid traditions, her mother had been her quiet strength, making things easier in ways Anshika never even asked for.

She shook her head slightly, smiling to herself.

Even now, sitting in the car, she felt a small thrill run through her. She was really going. It was happening.

She turned her gaze toward Kartikey, studying him for a moment.

He was focused on the road, one hand resting casually on the steering wheel while the other adjusted the music system. The streetlights outside cast fleeting shadows across his face, highlighting his strong jawline, the sharp curve of his nose, the determined set of his lips.

A small smile played on her lips...

There was something effortlessly assured about the way he carried himself. He always seemed so... steady. Reliable.

She was genuinely thankful for him.

She didn't know if he realized how much it meant to her—how much he meant to her.

It wasn't just about this trip.

It was about how, ever since he had entered her life, he had slowly become a constant. Whether it was his teasing smiles, his annoying comments, or the way he always seemed to be there when she needed him—somewhere along the way, he had carved a place for himself.

She sighed softly, looking away before he could catch her staring.

Kartikey, however, didn't miss the way her expression had shifted. Keeping his eyes on the road, he asked, "Kya soch rahi ho?"

(What are you thinking?)

Anshika blinked, caught off guard. "Huh? Kuch nahi."

("Huh? Nothing.")

Kartikey chuckled. "Permission lena mushkil tha?"

(Was it difficult to get permission?)

Anshika just smiled a little and nodded.

Kartikey hummed in response, not pushing her further. Before she could say anything else, the car slowed down as they reached their next stop.

"Sabko pick karna hai," Kartikey said, pulling into a parking spot near a café where their friends were waiting.

("We have to pick up everyone.")

Anshika watched as Rahul waved enthusiastically at them, his usual energetic self, while the others moved to get in. Kartikey honked once, signaling him to hurry up.

Rahul opened the back door, grinning. "Bhai, tu late ho gaya!"

("Bro, you're late!")

Kartikey rolled his eyes. "Beth na."

("Just get in.")

Everyone else also slipped into the backseat, shaking their head at their banter.

Meera intervened. "Bas bas, ab chalein?"

("Enough, enough, shall we go now?")

Rahul groaned dramatically. "Haan yaar, aur nahi toh kya. Main toh thak gaya wait karte karte."

("Yeah, obviously. I got so tired of waiting.")

Anshika chuckled, already used to Rahul's antics.

As Kartikey started driving again, the conversation in the car turned lively. Their friends, as usual, filled the silence with their exaggerated stories and sarcastic remarks. Anshika found herself laughing more than she had in days.

Yet, even in the midst of all the chatter, her mind kept going back to the silent moment she had shared with herself earlier.

The moment she had spent thinking about him.

She stole another glance at Kartikey, and this time, he caught her.

He smirked. "Kya dekh rahi ho?"

("What are you looking at?")

Anshika immediately looked away, cheeks heating up. "Kuch nahi."

("Nothing.")

Rahul, ever the troublemaker, caught on. "Ohooo, kuch toh chal raha hai yahan."

("Ohh, something’s definitely going on here.")

Priya sighed. "Rahul, chup ho jao."

("Rahul, just be quiet.")

Anshika grumbled. "Kuch nahi chal raha!"

("Nothing is going on!")

Kartikey, however, just chuckled to himself, shaking his head.

As the car sped down the highway, the city lights fading into the night, Anshika settled back into her seat.

She still couldn't believe she was on this trip.

She still couldn't believe how everything had worked out.

And most of all—she still couldn't believe just how much Kartikey mattered to her.

As the car cruised down the highway, the city lights slowly faded into the distance, replaced by the open road and the occasional clusters of trees lining the way. The excitement inside the vehicle, however, only seemed to grow. The once-muted hum of conversation had turned into an animated chaos of chatter, laughter, and music blasting from the speakers.

Rahul, ever the mischief-maker, was the first to crank up the volume. "Bhai, gaana lagana! Road trip pe music nahi hoga toh maza kaise aayega?"

("Bro, put on some music! What's a road trip without music?")

Kartikey smirked, keeping one hand on the steering wheel while the other scrolled through his playlist. "Batao, kya sunna hai?"

("Tell me, what do you want to listen to?")

Meera leaned forward from the backseat. "Koi upbeat gaana lagao, jo road trip ke mood ko suit kare!"

("Play something upbeat that suits the road trip vibe!")

Rahul, already bouncing in his seat, yelled, "Purani Bollywood beats! Sabko gana aata hai!"

("Old Bollywood beats! Everyone knows the lyrics!")

Kartikey chuckled and hit play. The familiar beats of 'Badtameez Dil' filled the car, and within seconds, the entire group erupted into cheers.

Anshika laughed as Rahul dramatically flipped an imaginary scarf over his shoulder and pretended to be Ranbir Kapoor. Even Kartikey, usually composed, nodded his head to the rhythm, a small grin tugging at his lips.

During the next song, by the time the chorus hit, everyone was singing at the top of their lungs, their voices blending in a chaotic but joyous melody. "Aaj blue hai paani paani, aur din bhi sunny sunny!"

("Today the water is blue, and the day is sunny sunny!")

Rahul dramatically sang, pointing finger guns at Anshika and Meera, making them burst into laughter.

As one song faded into the next, the atmosphere inside the car remained electric. They took turns choosing songs, each selection sparking a new wave of excitement and off-key singing. Somewhere along the way, Kartikey had started drumming his fingers against the steering wheel, keeping pace with the beats.

As they continued down the highway, they planned the finer details of their trip. They debated over who would be in charge of setting up the tents, who would handle the food, and—perhaps the most crucial argument—who would be responsible for collecting firewood.

"Kartikey karega!" Rahul declared confidently. "Bhai ke biceps dekho! Ek haath se jungle ka pura lakda utha sakta hai."

("Kartikey will do it! Look at his biceps! He can carry an entire forest's worth of wood with one hand.")

Kartikey shook his head, amused. "Main le aaunga, aur cooking kon karega, tu?"

("I'll get the firewood, but someone else will handle the cooking.")

Anshika, who was silently listening, now added, "Main kar lungi."

("I will do it.")

Meera and Priya instantly raised their hands. "Hum bhi help karenge."

("I'll help too.")

Kartikey glanced at her, an unreadable expression flickering in his eyes before he smirked. "Tumhe camping ka experience hai?"

("You have camping experience?")

Anshika lifted her chin. "Nahi, par seekh sakti hoon."

("No, but I can learn.")

Kartikey hummed, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Theek hai, phir aaj raat tum meri assistant banogi."

("Alright, then tonight, you'll be my assistant.")

Anshika's lips parted in surprise, but before she could protest, Rahul clapped his hands. "Bhai, yeh toh scene interesting ho gaya!"

("Dude, this just got interesting!")

Laughter filled the car once again as the night deepened, and the road stretched endlessly before them.

The journey to Skandagiri had just begun, and it already promised to be one of the most unforgettable adventures of their lives.

As the car finally pulled into the makeshift parking lot near the base camp, the excited chatter died down just a little. The air outside was cooler than in the city, carrying the crisp scent of earth and wood. The towering silhouette of Skandagiri's hills loomed in the moonlight, a breathtaking sight against the night sky.

Kartikey killed the engine and stepped out, stretching his arms above his head. "Finally," he exhaled, glancing around. "Everyone, grab your bags."

The others piled out, groaning and stretching after the long ride. Anshika pulled her jacket tighter around her, feeling the slight chill in the air. Just then, the young woman waiting for them stepped forward with a friendly smile. She looked to be around their age, dressed in a trekking jacket, cargo pants, and sturdy hiking boots.

"Hey! You must be Kartikey," she greeted, extending a hand. "I'm Vanya, your guide for the night. We spoke on the phone."

Kartikey shook her hand. "Yeah, thanks for waiting. We took a little longer than expected."

Vanya smiled. "No worries. You're just in time."

Vanya gestured towards the trail. "Alright, guys, your camping spot isn't too far. About a thirty-minute trek up. Nothing too difficult but keep your torches handy. Let's go?"

With that, the group hoisted their backpacks and followed Vanya into the dense trail. The crunch of dried leaves underfoot mixed with hushed excitement as they moved. The night sky was clear, stars twinkling above, and the distant glow of the city barely visible behind the rolling hills.

Rahul, as expected, kept up a steady stream of chatter. "Bhai, imagine agar yahaan bhoot hota, aur achanak ek awaaz aati—'Kaun hai?'"

("Bro, imagine if there was a ghost here, and suddenly we heard a voice—'Who's there?'")

Anshika shuddered.

Kartikey, walking beside her, smirked. "Darr gayi?"

("Are you scared?")

She shot him a glare. "Nahi."

("No.")

His smirk deepened. "Sure?"

She gave him a look but didn't respond.

Vanya led the way, walking at an easy pace, occasionally pointing out areas where the ground was uneven. The path was lit by the faint glow of their flashlights, and the deeper they went, the quieter it became, save for the rustling of leaves and distant sounds of nocturnal creatures.

Kartikey took his position at the back of the group, making sure no one lagged behind. Anshika, despite being quieter than the others, kept up with steady determination. A small smile tugged at his lips as he noticed her huffing slightly, brushing stray strands of hair from her face.

Sensing her fatigue, Kartikey slowed his pace and fell in step beside her. Without saying a word, he reached for her backpack and swung it over his shoulder, taking the weight off hers.

Anshika blinked up at him, surprised. "Kya kar rahe ho?"

(What are you doing?)

"Bohot chhoti ho tum, bag tumse bada lag raha hai." He teased, his grip still firm on the strap.

(You're too small, the bag looks bigger than you.)

She opened her mouth to protest, but he just shot her an amused glance and kept walking, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. For some reason, her heart gave an odd little flutter.

As Anshika walked carefully, making sure not to trip over any stray rocks. Kartikey, walking beside her, noticed her cautious steps.

"Dar lag raha hai?" he asked, his voice low.

("Are you scared?")

She gave him a side glance. "Nahi, bas sambhal ke chal rahi hoon."

("No, I'm just being careful.")

Kartikey smiled. "Nahi girne dunga, pakadne ke liye hoon main."

(" I won't let you fall, I'm here to catch you.")

Anshika felt her cheeks warm at his teasing tone and quickly moved ahead, her heart beating faster.

As they continued their trek, the forest opened up to a small clearing, bathed in soft moonlight. The campsite was nestled between a rocky outcrop and a line of trees, providing a natural windbreak. The air was crisp and cool, and the ground was mostly even, perfect for pitching tents.

Vanya stopped and turned to face the group with a bright smile. "Here's your spot."

The group looked around in appreciation. The place had a quiet, almost magical charm to it. The sounds of the forest felt soothing rather than spooky now, and above them, the sky stretched endlessly, dotted with stars.

Kartikey nodded approvingly. "Looks perfect. Thanks, Vanya."

She gave him a small smile, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. "No problem. I want you all to have the full experience of camping. So, I'll leave you guys here for the night. But don't worry—if you need anything, you can call me, okay? Main 4 baje aa jaungi, phir trek ka last stretch aur sunrise."

("I'll be here at 4 AM, then we'll do the last stretch of the trek and watch the sunrise.")

Rahul sighed dramatically. "Bhai, subah 4 baje uthna padega?"

("Bro, we have to wake up at 4 AM?")

Priya shot back sarcastically, "So kaun raha hai?"

("Who said we are sleeping?")

Everyone chuckled, except for Anshika, who was frowning slightly. She had noticed something.

Vanya's attention lingered on Kartikey a second longer than necessary. She wasn't being obvious about it, but Anshika could see it—the slight tilt of her head when she spoke to him, the way she smiled just a little more warmly. Kartikey, of course, seemed completely oblivious, responding with his usual calm and polite demeanor.

Vanya's gaze remained on Kartikey, and she offered him a small smile. "I know you have experience trekking, so I'm sure you'll manage things here."

Kartikey returned the smile, casual and easy. "Yeah, we'll be fine."

For some reason, that small exchange made Anshika's stomach twist uncomfortably. It was barely anything—just a normal conversation. And yet, the way Vanya's gaze lingered a little longer on Kartikey, the way she seemed just a bit more engaged when speaking to him, didn't sit well with her.

Anshika looked away, telling herself she was imagining things.

Vanya clapped her hands. "Alright, I'll leave you guys to set up. Enjoy the night!"

With that, she waved and turned back toward the trail, her flashlight illuminating the path as she disappeared into the darkness.

The group stood there for a moment before Meera broke the silence. "Chalo, let's set up!"

They got to work setting up their campsite. The boys focused on assembling the tent, their practiced efficiency making it look easy. Priya and Meera gathered the supplies they would need, while Anshika helped set up a small cooking area with the portable stove and other essentials.

"Kartikey, tum toh sach mein pro lag rahe ho," Meera commented, watching as he secured the tent stakes with effortless ease.

("Kartikey, you seriously look like a pro.")

"Of course," Rahul said before Kartikey could reply. "Bhai sab kuch effortlessly karta hai."

("Bro does everything effortlessly.")

Arjun shot him a dry look. "Tu bhi kuch kaam karle ya bas tareef hi karni hai?"

("Are you actually helping or just here to give compliments?")

Rahul chuckled. "Dono."

("Both")

"Firewood chahiye," Rahul reminded after a while. "Woh kaun laayega?" He turned to Kartikey with a grin.

("We need firewood, who's getting that?")

Kartikey sighed, already expecting this. "Why is it not already here? I'll go ask vanya."

Anshika hesitated before stepping forward. "Main bhi chalungi."

("I'll come too.")

Kartikey raised an eyebrow. "Tum?"

("You?")

She nodded, her expression firm. "Tumne bola tha na assistant banne ke liye?"

(You said I'll be your assistant, right?)

For a moment, Kartikey just stared at her, then his lips curled into a slow smile. "Theek hai, chalo."

(Alright, let's go.)

As they disappeared into the woods, the rest of the group exchanged knowing glances, suppressing their grins.

The night was cool, the forest alive with the occasional rustling of leaves and distant chirping of crickets. The dim glow of their flashlights illuminated the narrow trail as Kartikey and Anshika made their way to the base camp. The others had stayed behind, busy setting up, but Anshika had been unable to ignore the pull to accompany him. Maybe it was the need to prove herself useful, or maybe—just maybe—it was something else.

Meanwhile, Kartikey walked with his usual ease, his steps steady even on the rugged terrain. Every now and then, he'd glance back at her, making sure she wasn't struggling to keep up.

"Just a little more," he said casually, shining his flashlight ahead. "I don't know how they forgot to keep the firewood."

Anshika nodded, focusing on keeping up. 

As they approached the base camp, the warm glow of lanterns became visible, their soft light spilling onto the ground. Vanya was standing near a tent, speaking to another trek guide. She turned as soon as she spotted them, her expression brightening a little.

"That was quick," she said, brushing a strand of hair behind her ear. Her eyes flickered to Kartikey. "Do you need something?"

"Firewood, I think they forgot to keep it there." Kartikey replied, politely.

Vanya smiled. "Oh, sorry about that, let me help you pick out the dry logs. Wet wood won't burn properly."

She gestured for them to follow her to the stack of firewood and bent down, running her fingers over the pieces, tapping them lightly to check their dryness. Anshika watched as she picked up a bundle and then, without hesitation, extended them directly toward Kartikey.

"Yeh wala perfect rahega," Vanya said, holding out the bundle.

("This one will be perfect.")

Kartikey took it without much thought, his expression neutral. "Thanks."

Anshika tried to ignore the slight warmth in Vanya's gaze, the way she seemed... attentive. But it was hard to miss—the way Vanya directed most of her words toward Kartikey, how she lingered just a little closer than necessary.

And Kartikey? Completely oblivious.

Anshika let out a slow breath, forcing herself to focus on the firewood instead. It wasn't a big deal. Vanya was just being helpful. There was no reason for her to feel this sudden tightness in her chest.

"Ye wale bhi sahi hai" Vanya said, picking up another bundle and handing it directly to Kartikey again, even though Anshika was standing right there.

("These ones will be good too.")

Anshika narrowed her eyes slightly. It wasn't intentional, maybe, but it was noticeable—how Vanya's attention was centered solely on him.

"Main bhi rakh lu?" Anshika asked, extending her hands to take it before Vanya could hand it to Kartikey.

("Can I take some too?")

Vanya blinked, looking slightly surprised, as if she had momentarily forgotten Anshika was there. "Oh, of course."

Anshika grabbed the bundle, ignoring the tiny smirk that tugged at Kartikey's lips as he observed her.

Once they had gathered enough firewood, they nodded their thanks to Vanya and turned to leave. But just before they could walk away, Vanya spoke again.

"Kartikey," she said, tilting her head slightly. "Agar kuch aur chahiye ho toh, just let me know, okay?"

("If you need anything else, just let me know, okay?")

Anshika didn't miss the softness in her tone, or the way she looked directly at him as she said it.

Kartikey, as usual, remained unfazed. "Yeah, sure."

As they walked away, Anshika tried to shake off the strange heaviness in her chest. It was ridiculous. Why should she care if Vanya gave Kartikey special attention? It wasn't like it mattered to her.

Except... it did.

The firewood felt heavier in Anshika's arms than it probably was. She adjusted her grip, her fingers curling tightly around the bundle as she walked alongside Kartikey. The path was quieter now, except for the distant chatter from the groups camping, the sounds of their footsteps crunching against fallen leaves filling the space between them.

Kartikey walked with the same ease as before, his flashlight sweeping over the trail ahead. He seemed entirely unbothered, as if the interaction at the base camp hadn't even registered in his mind.

Anshika, on the other hand, couldn't stop thinking about it.

She shouldn't care. She really shouldn't.

But the way Vanya had focused on Kartikey, the way she had smiled at him, her voice holding that extra warmth—it sat uneasily in Anshika's chest.

It wasn't like it was the first time she'd seen a girl being friendly with him. Kartikey was the kind of guy people naturally gravitated toward. He never tried too hard, yet people—especially girls—seemed to seek his attention without him even noticing.

And that was the worst part.

He didn't notice.

"Vanya seems nice," Kartikey commented suddenly, breaking the silence.

Anshika kept her eyes ahead, her fingers tightening around the bundle of firewood. "Haan, theek hai."

("Yeah, she's fine.")

Kartikey chuckled. "Bas theek?"

("Just fine?")

Anshika lifted a shoulder in a half-hearted shrug. 

He nodded. "Hmm, helpful hai. Woh waise bhi humari age ki hi hai, toh naturally friendly hai."

("Hmm, she's helpful. And anyway, she's our age, so she's naturally friendly.")

Anshika's steps faltered slightly. Naturally friendly?

She bit the inside of her cheek, forcing herself to keep walking.

Why did that sentence annoy her so much?

Maybe because she didn't like the way he said it—so casually, like it meant nothing. Maybe because she didn't like how easily he accepted that warmth from Vanya without even realizing it.

Or maybe... maybe because a tiny part of her wondered if that was the kind of girl Kartikey liked.

Someone open, confident, and expressive. Someone who didn't hesitate to hold his gaze a second longer, to brush a hand a little too close to his when handing him something.

Someone who wasn't like Anshika.

She shook her head slightly, trying to push the thought away. It was stupid. She was being stupid.

"Toh?" Kartikey prompted, glancing at her. "Tumhe kya lagta hai?"

("So? What do you think?")

Anshika let out a slow breath, keeping her voice neutral. "Maine already bola, theek hai."

("I already said, she's nice.")

Kartikey huffed a laugh. "Haan, par tumhe dekhke aisa lag raha hai ki woh tumhe acchi nahi lagi."

("Yeah, but it seems like you didn't like her.")

She shot him a look. "Toh main kya karun? Sabki tarah main bhi friendly ho jaaun? Jaise tum ho?"

("Then what should I do? Should I also start being friendly like everyone else? Like you?")

Kartikey smirked. "Mere saath toh sab waise bhi friendly hote hain. Aur tumhe kisi ki tarah banne ki zarurat nahi hai"

("People are naturally friendly with me. And you don't have to become like anyone.")

Anshika rolled her eyes. Exactly. That's the problem. Everyone's friendly with you.

Before she could say anything, the ground beneath her shifted slightly. She stumbled, her foot catching against a hidden root. The firewood in her arms wobbled precariously.

Before she could fall, Kartikey's hand shot out, steadying her by the elbow.

"Careful," he murmured, his fingers warm against her skin.

Anshika stilled.

The forest around them seemed to fade into the background. The only things she was aware of were his hand on her arm, the solidness of his presence right beside her.

She swallowed, suddenly hyper-aware of the way her heart was thudding against her ribs.

Kartikey didn't let go immediately. His hold remained firm, as if making sure she was actually steady before loosening his grip. "Thik ho?"

("You okay?")

She nodded quickly, stepping back. "Haan."

("Yeah.")

For a second, neither of them spoke.

Then, Kartikey smiled. "OfCourse. Main hoon na pakadne ke liye."

("OfCourse. I was here to catch you.")

Anshika shot him a look, trying to ignore the way her heart was still racing. "Tum humesha aise baat kyun karte ho?"

("Why do you talk like this?")

Kartikey grinned. "Sach bolta hoon, aur tumhare aise chidhne se mujhe aur boost milta hai."

("It's true, and your annoyance give me an even bigger boost.")

Anshika walked ahead before he could see the small smile threatening to break free on her lips.

For a while, they walked in silence, the cool night air filling the space between them. The moment from earlier hadn't fully disappeared, but it had settled into something quieter now.

After a few minutes, Kartikey suddenly stopped.

Anshika, caught off guard, almost bumped into him. "Kya hua?" 

("What happened?")

He didn't say anything at first, just shifted the firewood in his arms and looked at her for a long moment. Then, before she could react, he reached forward and tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

The unexpected touch made her breath hitch.

"Kuch nahi," he said, his voice softer than before. "Bas hawa bohot tez chal rahi hai, tumhe thand lag rahi hogi." 

("Nothing. The wind is just strong, you must be cold.")

Anshika stood frozen, unable to process what had just happened. The warmth of his fingertips lingered against her skin even after he pulled away.

She could barely bring herself to meet his gaze, but when she did, she found something different in his eyes. Something unreadable.

For a second, she wondered if he had done it on purpose—if he knew how that simple gesture had completely thrown her off balance.

Then, just as quickly as the moment had come, Kartikey smirked. "Waise, tum itna slow chal rahi ho ki agar tumhe yahin chhod du toh subah tak pahunch paogi." 

("By the way, you're walking so slow that if I leave you here, you'll reach by morning.")

Anshika snapped out of her daze instantly. "Tum ja sakte ho, maine kab roka hai?"

("You can leave, I never stopped you.")

Kartikey laughed, the teasing glint back in his eyes. "Main toh tumhara wait kar raha hoon, akele kaise chhod doon?"

("I'm waiting for you, how can I leave you alone?")

Anshika walked ahead, hoping he wouldn't see the slight smile threatening to break through.

As they continued walking, she felt something strange settle in her chest. It wasn't quite jealousy anymore. It wasn't irritation either.

It was something else.

By the time they reached the campsite, the others had already set up a small pit for the fire. Meera looked up and grinned. "Wapas aa gaye? Badi der lagayi."

("You're back? Took you guys long enough.")

Rahul wiggled his brows. "Bas firewood laane gaye the na? Ya aur bhi kuch—"

("You just went to get firewood, right? Or was there something more—")

"Rahul," Anshika cut in, throwing him a look before setting the bundle down.

Kartikey just laughed, shaking his head as he helped arrange the firewood. But as he moved past Anshika, he leaned in slightly, lowering his voice so only she could hear.

"Chhidte hue bohot pyaari lagti ho."

("You look really pretty when you are annoyed.")

Anshika's breath caught for a split second. But before she could even react, he had already turned back to help build the fire, leaving her standing there, heart beating just a little too fast.

As the night stretched on, they all settled around the fire, warmth seeping into their bones. The earlier jealousy and irritation that had lingered in Anshika's heart slowly faded, replaced by a strange, unfamiliar feeling.

But as she stole a glance at Kartikey, watching him laugh at something Arjun said, she realized one thing.

No matter how much she tried to ignore it...

She cared.

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As the night deepened, the warmth of the fire crackled in front of them, casting a soft golden glow on everyone's faces. The laughter and chatter among the group blended with the occasional crackle of burning wood, creating a cozy, intimate atmosphere.

Priya stretched her arms above her head. "Bhai, bohot bhook lag rahi hai. Jaldi kuch khane ka jugaad karo!"

("Guys, I'm starving. Hurry up and make something to eat!")

Rahul grinned. "Maggi banayenge!"

("Let's make Maggi!")

Excited murmurs filled the air as everyone agreed. Arjun grabbed a small cooking pot and filled it with water from a bottle while Meera pulled out a few packets of Maggi from her bag.

Rahul, always the self-proclaimed chef, puffed his chest. "Aaj ka chef main hoon!"

("Tonight, I'm the chef!")

Arjun raised an eyebrow. "Pichli baar jo Maggi banayi thi usme jo tsunami aayi thi woh kisne laayi thi?"

("Who brought a tsunami in the Maggi last time?")

The group burst into laughter while Rahul groaned. "Acha bas yaar! Ek baar galti ho gayi toh har baar yaad dilana zaroori hai?"

("Oh, come on! Just because I messed up once, do you have to remind me every time?")

Kartikey smirked. "Haan, bilkul. Yeh toh humara farz banta hai."

("Yes, absolutely. It's our duty.")

As Rahul pouted dramatically, Kartikey grabbed the Maggi packets from Meera and handed them to Anshika. "Chalo, tum banao, Rahul sirf dekh sakta hai."

("Here, you make it. Rahul is only allowed to watch.")

Rahul threw a twig at him while the others laughed.

Anshika carefully tore open the packets, adding the chopped vegetables and sprinkling the masala into the bubbling water. The warm aroma of spices filled the air, making everyone's stomachs grumble in anticipation.

Kartikey crouched next to her, stirring the noodles with a fork. "Dekho, expert ke haath se Maggi ban rahi hai."

("Look, Maggi is being cooked by expert hands.")

Anshika rolled her eyes, nudging him with her elbow. "Expert toh tum ho."

("You are the expert")

Kartikey grinned. "Tumse better thodi bana sakta hoon."

("I can't make it better than you.")

Something about his casual tone, the way he said it so simply, made her pause for half a second. But before she could dwell on it, Rahul dramatically sighed.

"Main bhookh se mar jaunga tab tum dono flirting band karoge?"

("I'll die of hunger before you two stop flirting.")

Anshika's face heated instantly while Kartikey just smirked. "Agar flirt karna shuru kardiya toh pata bhi nahi chalega, Bhai."

("If I actually started flirting, you wouldn't even realize it, Bhai.")

Rahul made a face. "Bhai rehne de, Maggi jal jayegi!"

("Bro, leave it, the Maggi will burn!")

Laughter echoed through the air as Anshika declared that the Maggi was finally ready. They all huddled around as she and Arjun passed out makeshift bowls and shared the noodles among them.

The first bite was pure bliss. Warm, spicy, and just the right amount of soupy, perfect for the cool night.

"Yeh toh asli pahaadi Maggi wali feeling de rahi hai," Arjun said between bites.

("This is giving the real mountain Maggi vibes.")

Meera nodded eagerly. "Agar chai hoti na, toh maza aa jata."

("If we had tea, this would've been perfect.")

"Mere mann ki baat kehdi." Kartikey nodded and gave a proud look to Meera.

Anshika took another bite of Maggi, enjoying the warmth it spread through her. As she listened to Kartikey and Meera's wishful sigh about tea, she hesitated for a moment before speaking up.

"Waise... main chai ke liye samaan laayi hoon," she said casually, looking around at the group.

("By the way... I brought stuff for tea.")

For a second, there was silence. Then—

"WHAT?" Meera practically shrieked, her face lighting up.

Anshika flinched at the sudden outburst as Meera lunged toward her, wrapping her in a tight hug. "I love you, I love you, I love you!" she declared dramatically before placing a loud, smacking kiss on Anshika's cheek.

Anshika giggled, pushing her away. "Meera!"

But Meera wasn't done. She held Anshika's face in both hands. "Tu sach mein bohot pyaari insaan hai, main tujhe kabhi nahi chhodungi!"

("You are such a precious human, I will never leave you!")

Everyone laughed at Meera's over-the-top reaction, except Kartikey, who was watching the scene unfold with a look of pure amusement.

And just for a fleeting moment, he wished he could do the same—pull Anshika into a hug, press a kiss to her cheek, let her know how much he appreciated her.

But of course, he couldn't.

So instead, he just smiled at her, a warm, lingering look in his eyes as he mouthed a thank you.

Anshika caught his gaze, something intense flickering in it, and for a split second, she felt her heart stutter. But before she could dwell on it, Meera was already dragging her up.

"Chal chal, abhi turant chai bana!" Meera ordered.

("Come on, come on, make tea right now!")

Anshika blinked. "Main? Kyun?"

("Me? Why?")

"Kyunki tu accha khana banati hai," Meera said with a grin.

("Because you cook well.")

Rahul intervened. "Arrey Kartikey ko banane do, bhai chai expert hai!."

("Let Kartikey make it, bro is a tea expert!")

Kartikey smirked. "Obviously, chai banana ek kala hai, jo har kisi ko nahi aati."

("Obviously, making tea is an art that not everyone can master.")

Anshika scoffed. "Accha? Toh phir tumhi banao."

("Oh really? Then you make it.")

Kartikey shrugged, standing up. 

Everyone cheered as he made his way toward the small camping stove and the stuff Anshika got for tea. Anshika, despite herself, found her lips curving into a small smile as she watched him.

As they all gathered around the fire, Kartikey, still overly confident, took charge.

"Arrey, itna paani mat daalo!" Anshika scolded as Kartikey poured too much water into the pot.

("Hey, don't add so much water!")

"Relax, perfect calculations kiye hain maine," Kartikey said smugly.

("Relax, I've done perfect calculations.")

Priya snickered. "Bas dua karna ki chai, paani na ban jaye."

("Just pray that it doesn't turn into water.")

As the chai boiled, everyone took turns teasing Kartikey, while he dramatically defended his 'tea making skills.'

At one point, Meera tried to add extra tea leaves. "Thodi aur daal doon? Thodi zyada kadak ho jaayegi!"

("Should I add a little more? It'll be better!")

Kartikey held up a hand, stopping her. "No way! Yeh meri signature chai hai. Isme kisi ka interference allowed nahi hai."

("No way! This is my signature tea. No interference allowed.")

Anshika rolled her eyes. "Signature chai?"

("Signature tea?")

"Haan," Kartikey said, stirring the pot dramatically. "Pyaar, perfection aur mehnat se bani hai."

("Yes. Made with love, perfection and effort.")

Arjun shook his head. "Jaldi kar bhai, chai hi banata rahega kya."

("Just hurry up bro, will you keep making tea?")

Finally, after much chaos, bickering, and a small argument about how 'kadak' the tea should be, it was done.

As Kartikey poured the steaming tea into paper cups—they all eagerly reached forward to grab one. The rich aroma of cardamom and ginger filled the cool night air, making everyone sigh in anticipation.

Rahul took a sip first and let out an exaggerated groan. "Bhai, yeh toh asli chai waali chai hai!"

("Bro, this is the real deal!")

Meera sipped next, closing her eyes dramatically. "Wah! Kartikey ji, aap toh chhupa rustam nikle. Isse pehle humein kyun nahi bataya ki aap chai expert ho?"

("Wow! Kartikey, you were hiding your talents. Why didn't you tell us before that you're a tea expert?")

Kartikey smirked, blowing on his own cup. "Sab kuch bata diya toh mystery kaise rahegi?"

("If I reveal everything, how will there be any mystery?")

Priya shook her head in amusement. "Mystery rehne do, bas chai acchi banti rahe!"

("Keep the mystery, just make sure the tea stays this good!")

As the conversation and laughter flowed around them, Kartikey's gaze drifted toward Anshika. She sat across from him, her fingers curled around the cup, gently blowing on the tea before taking a sip.

He watched her closely, waiting for her reaction. She hadn't said anything yet.

When she finally took a sip, she paused for a brief moment, then looked up at him. Their eyes met, and for a split second, it was just the two of them amidst the chaos of their friends.

She gave him a small, approving nod, a tiny, shy smile playing on her lips.

Kartikey smirked, raising an eyebrow as if to say, See? I told you I was good.

Anshika just shook her head slightly, taking another sip, but he caught the way her lips twitched like she was holding back a bigger smile.

Satisfied, Kartikey leaned back, finally taking a sip of his own chai. It was good—really good. Maybe even the best he had ever made. Or, it just felt better because of that one silent acknowledgment from her.

As the fire crackled and the night stretched on, the group started chatting excitedly about their plans for the morning.

Rahul stretched out his legs. "Waise, ab kya plan hai?"

("So, what's the plan now?")

Meera grinned, excitement shining in her eyes. "Subah tak yahin baithenge! Games khelenge!"

("We'll sit here till morning! And play games!")

Arjun groaned. "Mujhe toh neend aa rahi hai, yaar!"

("I'm already feeling sleepy, man!")

Priya smacked his arm. "Chup karo, ek din me mar nahi jaoge agar neend kam ho gayi toh!"

("Shut up, you won't die if you get less sleep for one day!")

Kartikey chuckled, stretching his arms. "Meera sahi bol rahi hai. Raat bhar jaagna toh banta hai."

("Meera is right. We have to stay up all night.")

Anshika listened quietly as they all excitedly discussed the sunrise plan, their voices overlapping in anticipation.

"Imagine, ekdum halka halka orange sky aur thandi hawa..." Meera sighed dreamily.

("Imagine, the soft orange sky and cool breeze...")

"Upar se yeh pahaad waali location," Priya added.

("And this mountain location,")

Rahul chuckled. "Matlab subah uthna toh padega hi."

("That means we have to wake up early.")

Kartikey shook his head with a smirk. "Tu uthna, hume toh neend ki zaroorat nahi hai."

("You wake up, we don't need sleep.")

Rahul made a face. "Teri baat alag hai, tu toh waise bhi vampire lagta hai kabhi kabhi."

("You're different, you sometimes seem like a vampire anyway.")

Everyone burst into laughter as the fire crackled softly, their voices blending with the night. The warmth of tea, the glow of the flames, and the easy camaraderie made the moment feel timeless.

Anshika, lost in the moment, found herself looking forward to the sunrise too.

As the fire crackled softly, Meera clapped her hands excitedly. "Okay guys, ab ek kaam karte hain—Truth and Dare khelte hain!"

("Okay guys, let's do one thing—let's play Truth and Dare!")

Rahul groaned. "Bas yahi bacha tha!"

("This was the only thing left!")

Priya rolled her eyes. "Shut up, it'll be fun!"

Arjun smirked. "Haan, jab tak tumhe koi solid dare na mil jaye!"

("Yeah, until you get a solid dare!")

The group chuckled as Meera quickly pulled out a bottle from her bag. "Dekho, main puri tayyari se aayi hoon!"

("See, I came prepared!")

She placed the bottle in the center, and they all huddled closer, their faces glowing in the flickering light of the fire.

Kartikey stretched his arms lazily. "Chalo, shuru karo."

("Come on, start.")

Meera spun the bottle, and everyone held their breath as it slowly came to a stop—pointing at Rahul.

"YES!" Priya cheered. "Rahul, truth or dare?"

Rahul sighed dramatically. "Dare de do, zyada torture mat karna, kuch jaanlewa sa mat dena!"

("Give me a dare, just don't torture me too much, don't give something life threatening!")

Meera exchanged a mischievous look with Priya before grinning. "Theek hai, tumhe ek romantic shayari bolni hai... lekin Arjun ke liye!"

("Okay, you have to say a romantic poem... but for Arjun!")

Everyone burst into laughter as Rahul groaned. "Yeh kya bewakoofi hai, yaar!"

("What kind of nonsense is this, man!")

Arjun, playing along, dramatically placed a hand on his heart. "Main intezaar kar raha hoon, Rahul!"

("I'm waiting, Rahul!")

Rahul sighed before taking a deep breath and looking into Arjun's eyes. "Tere bina zindagi adhoori si lagti hai, jaise bina pani ke machhli, jaise bina masale ke Maggi!"

("Life feels incomplete without you, like a fish without water, like Maggi without spices!")

The group exploded into laughter while Arjun clutched his chest. "Waah, kya shayari hai!"

("Wow, what a poem!")

They continued playing, each round getting more hilarious and chaotic. Priya had to dance like a chicken, Arjun was dared to eat a spoonful of raw tea leaves, and Meera had to sing a song in an exaggerated opera voice.

Finally, after another spin, the bottle stopped, pointing at Anshika.

She immediately tensed as the group cheered. "Anshika! Truth or dare?"

She hesitated before mumbling, "Truth."

Priya grinned wickedly. "Accha bata, tujhe kabhi kisi pe crush hua hai?"

("Okay, tell us, have you ever had a crush on someone?")

Anshika's breath hitched slightly. Her fingers curled around the hem of her sweater as she tried not to look at Kartikey. The question felt too direct, too personal.

Her gaze flickered toward Kartikey for a millisecond before she looked away. "Nahi..." she muttered, shaking her head.

("No...")

"Jhooth!" Meera declared dramatically. "Kisi na kisi pe toh hua hi hoga!"

("Liar! You must have had a crush on someone!")

Anshika just pressed her lips together, refusing to answer further. Kartikey, sitting across from her, watched her curiously but didn't say anything.

Meera sighed. "Fine, ab tu bottle ghuma!"

("Fine, now you spin the bottle!")

Anshika spun it nervously, and when it stopped, it pointed straight at Kartikey.

The group hooted. "Ooooh, Kartikey!"

Kartikey, without hesitation, leaned back and said, "Dare."

Meera and Priya immediately exchanged looks, then whispered before turning to him with identical mischievous grins.

"Kartikey, we dare you to—" Meera paused for effect. "Pick one person and stare into their eyes for a full minute without looking away."

Kartikey chuckled. "That's it?"

Rahul groaned. "Arrey, yeh toh koi dare nahi hua!" 

(This isn't even a dare!)

Meera smirked. "Thoda ruko zara, asli challenge abhi baaki hai!" She turned to Anshika. "Aur Kartikey ko kisi aur ki nahi, Anshika ki aankhon me dekhna padega!" 

(Wait a bit, the real challenge is coming! And Kartikey won't be staring at just anyone—he has to stare at Anshika!)

The entire group burst into laughter and cheers.

Anshika's eyes widened. "Kya? Kyun?" 

(What? Why?)

Rahul winked. "Kyunki maza tabhi aayega." 

(Because that's when it'll be fun.)

Anshika opened her mouth to protest, but before she could, Kartikey was already next to her, his expression smug yet unreadable.

"Koi problem?" he asked, his voice teasing.

 (Any problem?)

Anshika hesitated for a moment, then huffed. "Fine."

The group quickly set a timer, and Kartikey turned fully toward her.

Anshika sighed, but Kartikey just smiled. They turned to face each other as the group counted down.

"Three... two... one... START!"

Their eyes met.

For a few seconds, it was just a game. But then something shifted.

Anshika had looked into his eyes before, but never like this—never with so much awareness. His gaze was steady, deep, like he could see right through her. She felt her breath hitch slightly.

Kartikey, on the other hand, was completely at ease, but his smile had faded. There was something else in his eyes now—something softer, something intense.

Seconds stretched into an eternity. The group's voices became distant.

And then—

Anshika blinked, looking away first.

The group groaned, and Kartikey smiled.

"Arre yaar Anshika, abhi ek minute nahi hua tha." Meera grumbled.

("Anshika one minute wasn't over yet.")

Anshika swallowed, trying to ignore the rapid beating of her heart.

As soon as she broke eye contact, Anshika felt an odd mix of relief and frustration. Why had she looked away so quickly? It was just a game, wasn't it? But the way Kartikey had looked at her—it was different. It wasn't just amusement or teasing like usual. His eyes had held something else, something warm and steady, something that made her feel known, loved. Pleaseee Nooo.

Her heart was still racing. It was ridiculous. She had danced in front of entire audiences without feeling this nervous, yet a simple eye contact challenge with Kartikey had left her completely undone.

She hated how her stomach felt light, how her hands were slightly clammy, and how she had to break eye contact first because she felt like if she didn't, she would drown in that gaze.

What is wrong with me?

She could feel the others teasing her, but their voices seemed distant. Her mind was stuck on the way his eyes had softened, like he was memorizing her face. She knew she wasn't imagining it, she could feet it. She just knew.

Kartikey leaned back, a soft smile tugging at his lips, but inside, he was still lost in the moment that had just passed.

He had played this game before—many times, with different people. It was never a big deal. But this time, it had felt... different. Anshika hadn't just looked at him—she had felt him, and for a few seconds, neither of them were just playing.

When she looked away, he had felt something strange—a little disappointment, maybe? He wasn't sure. But he knew one thing for certain—he wanted to see that look in her eyes again. That soft, hesitant, almost curious expression, like she was seeing him for the first time.

"Interesting," he thought, glancing at her from the corner of his eye. Anshika was still avoiding his gaze. Very interesting.

Before anyone could tease Anshika more, Rahul clapped his hands. "Theek hai, game kaafi ho gaya. Ab time hai asli fun ka."

("Okay, enough of the game. Now it's time for the real fun.")

Arjun raised an eyebrow. "Kya karne wala hai?"

("What are you planning?")

Rahul's lips curled into a grin. He lowered his voice dramatically. "Ek kahani sunata hoon... ek aisi kahani jo is jagah se judi hai."

("I'll tell you a story... a story connected to this very place.")

Meera groaned. "Oh God, please don't say yeh koi bhoot ki kahani hai."

("Oh God, please don't say it's a ghost story.")

Rahul smirked. "Obviously bhoot ki kahani hai!"

("Obviously, it's a ghost story!")

Priya shifted closer to Meera. "Bhai, mujhe already darr lag raha hai."

("Bro, I'm already scared.")

Kartikey chuckled.

Rahul ignored them and leaned forward, his voice dropping to a whisper. "Yeh jo jungle hai na... yahaan ek aurat rehti thi. Ek akeli, ajeeb si aurat jo raat ko dikhai deti thi, sirf unko jo akeli hote the."

("This jungle... there used to be a woman here. A strange, lonely woman who appeared at night, but only to those who were alone.")

Anshika felt a shiver crawl up her spine. She wasn't afraid of ghost stories, but something about the way Rahul was telling it made the air feel colder.

Meera clutched Priya's arm. "Main nahi sunn rahi yeh."

("I'm not listening to this.")

Rahul continued. "Log kehte hain ki uska chehra pura kala tha, aankhein itni laal jaise khoon. Aur jo bhi usse mila, uske saath ek ajeeb cheez hoti thi..."

("People say her face was completely black, her eyes red like blood. And whoever met her experienced something strange...")

Arjun rolled his eyes. "Kya?"

("What?")

Rahul grinned. "Usko apne sapno mein dekhne lagte the. Woh har jagah dikhai deti thi, kabhi andhere mein, kabhi aaine mein, kabhi paani ke andar."

("They started seeing her in their dreams. She appeared everywhere—in the darkness, in mirrors, even in water.")

A sudden gust of wind rustled the trees, and Priya yelped, grabbing Meera's hand.

Anshika stiffened slightly as goosebumps prickled her arms. She knew it was just a story, but something about the eerie night, the flickering fire, and the rustling leaves made it feel a little too real.

Kartikey must have noticed because he suddenly nudged her shoulder with his. "Darr gayi?" he whispered, low enough for only her to hear.

("Scared?")

Anshika scowled, whispering back. "Nahi."

("No.")

He smirked. "Toh phir yeh idhar udhar dekhna bandh karo."

("Then stop looking around nervously.")

Anshika's scowl deepened, and she looked away, pretending to focus on Rahul's story. But Kartikey's quiet chuckle told her that he wasn't fooled.

Rahul's voice dropped even lower. "Ek baar ek ladka tha jo yahaan aaya tha. Usne kaha ki usne us aurat ko dekha. Pehle usne socha ki bas uska waham hai. Lekin phir..."

("Once, there was a boy who came here. He said he saw the woman. At first, he thought it was just his imagination. But then...")

A sudden crack from the fire made Meera scream, and the entire group erupted into laughter—except Anshika, who had actually flinched. Kartikey caught it immediately.

Without missing a beat, he leaned in slightly, his voice teasing. "Main hoon na."

("I'm here.")

Anshika turned to him, confused. "Kya?"

("What?")

He grinned, his voice soft but sure. "Agar bhoot aaya, toh tumhe bachane ke liye."

("If a ghost comes, I'll protect you.")

Anshika blinked. His tone was playful, but there was an odd sincerity beneath it. He said it so simply, like it was a fact. And she believed him. She did.

Before she could think too much about it, Meera threw a stick at Rahul. "Bas karo yaar, ab aur nahi sunna mujhe!"

("Stop it, man, I don't want to hear anymore!")

Rahul laughed. "Achha baba, bas bas."

("Okay, okay, I'll stop.")

The group started discussing their next activity, but Anshika found herself sneaking a glance at Kartikey.

He wasn't looking at her anymore, but there was something about him tonight—something that made her feel like she was standing at the edge of something unfamiliar, something thrilling.

And the strangest part?

She wasn't sure if she wanted to step back... or take the leap.

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As the laughter and chatter continued around the bonfire, Anshika felt her phone vibrate in her lap. She looked down to see Mummy flashing on the screen. She forgot to call home. Shitt!

She stood up quickly, brushing off the light layer of dirt from her clothes. "Mummy ka phone aa raha hai, main baat karke aati hoon."

("Mom's calling, I'll just step aside to talk.")

No one paid much attention, still caught up in their conversations, except Kartikey. His eyes flickered toward her as she stepped away, moving toward the quieter part of the clearing where the trees thickened. His brows furrowed slightly. It was late, and they weren't exactly in the safest place.

"Relax, she's just taking a call," he told himself. But something in his chest tightened anyway.

Without thinking much, he got up and followed, keeping a reasonable distance so he wouldn't disturb or eavesdrop, just close enough to make sure she was safe. He wasn't even sure why he was doing it—Protectiveness? Habit? He didn't know.

But he knew one thing. He wasn't going to let her stand out there alone.

Anshika stopped a few steps away from the campfire's glow, pressing the phone to her ear.

"Hello, Mummy?"

Her mother's warm but slightly worried voice reached her. "Beta, sab thik hai na? Tumne toh phone hi nahi kiya?"

("Is everything okay? It's late. You didn't call?")

Anshika smiled softly. "Sab thik hai, Sorryyy, bul gayi thi."

("Everything's fine, Mom. Sorryyy, I forgot.")

Her mother laughed before her voice softened. "Theek hai beta, accha batao, maza aa raha hai?"

("It's ok dear, now tell me are you having fun?")

Anshika smiled. "Haan, Mummy. Bohot maza aa raha hai."

("Yes, Mom. I'm having a lot of fun.")

"Accha. Bas dhyan rakhna. Aur agar koi problem ho toh bata dena."

("That's good. Just take care of yourself. And if there's any problem, tell me.")

Anshika nodded, though her mother couldn't see her. "Haan, Mummy. Goodnight."

("Yes, Mom. Goodnight.")

Anshika reassured her mother and ended the call—

And then she heard them.

The voices were slurred, loud, and unfamiliar.

"Aye, yeh jagah kaafi sahi hai na?"

("Hey, this place is pretty nice, right?")

"Kya mast fire jal rahi hai... chalein udhar?"

("The bonfire looks great... should we go there?")

The scent of alcohol hit her before she even saw them. Her body locked up instantly.

Her eyes darted to the side, and through the dim light, she saw them—three men, staggering slightly as they emerged from the open space nearby. They were laughing among themselves, completely unaware of her presence for now.

Anshika's breath hitched.

Her hands curled into fists, her nails digging into her palms. A wave of panic rushed through her, fast and suffocating. Her chest tightened, her breathing became shallow.

Drunk men.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

Her uncle's slurred yelling. Her father. The cries. The fear. The helplessness.

The night everything changed.

She wanted to run. She needed to run. But her legs wouldn't move.

She felt small, like that scared little girl again. Papa.

Kartikey had seen them too.

The moment the drunken voices reached him, his body tensed instinctively. He was about to step forward when he caught sight of Anshika's face.

She wasn't just scared.

She was frozen.

Something deeper was going on.

He looked at her with something sharper, protective. He didn't want to startle her, but he had to let her know he was there.

Quietly, he took a step forward. "Anshika?"

Her head snapped up, her eyes wide and glassy. She looked at him like she hadn't even realized he was there.

For a second, she didn't react. Then, her lips parted, and in a whisper so quiet he almost didn't hear, she said—

"Kartikey..."

She sounded lost. And that single word sent something cracking in his chest.

His hands clenched. He didn't know why she was so afraid, but it didn't matter. All he knew was that he wasn't letting anything happen to her.

He stepped in front of her instinctively, placing himself between her and the men, his broad frame shielding her completely.

Anshika was still shaking. Her breathing was uneven, her mind still stuck in the past.

"Anshika."

His voice was softer now, careful. Worried.

She didn't respond. Couldn't.

He hesitated for a second, then did something that completely broke her.

He lifted his hand and gently, so gently, placed it on her head.

It was such a small, comforting gesture. Protective. Familiar.

And just like that, the panic inside her shattered.

Gently, he stepped closer. "Anshika?"

She blinked up at him, her lashes damp, her face pale.

For a second, she just looked at him. Then—

Before he could react, she moved.

She gripped his wrist.

Tightly. Like an anchor.

Kartikey stilled. She wasn't looking at him, but she wasn't letting go either.

After a moment, his fingers curled around hers. Not too tight, just there.

She sucked in a sharp breath, squeezing her eyes shut as she finally whispered, "W-woh... main..."

("I... I...")

Kartikey didn't push. Didn't ask. He just let her take her time.

"Woh chale gaye" he said softly. "Main hoon."

("They are gone. I'm here.")

The words were simple, but something inside her felt a little at peace.

Slowly, her grip loosened, but she didn't let go completely. Kartikey didn't mind. If she needed to hold on a little longer, he'd let her.

He made a silent promise to himself.

He didn't know everything about her past. But one thing was clear—she was afraid of something deep, something she had been carrying alone for too long.

And he wasn't going to let her carry it alone anymore.

Kartikey waited until her breathing steadied, his fingers still loosely wrapped around hers. He could feel the slight tremor in her grip, the unspoken fear lingering in her silence. His jaw tightened. He had never seen her like this before—so vulnerable, so shaken. And he hated it.

He glanced at her, debating whether to take her back to the group or stay here a little longer. Then, in a voice that was softer than usual, he asked, "Thodi der yahaan bethein?"

("Do you want to sit for a while?")

Anshika hesitated. She wasn't sure what to do, wasn't sure how to move past what had just happened. The fear wasn't completely gone, but the immediate panic had faded. But, when she looked at him, saw the patience in his gaze, she nodded.

Kartikey guided her toward a nearby tree, making sure she was comfortable before sitting down beside her. He leaned back against the rough bark, stretching his legs out as the distant sounds of their friends laughing around the bonfire drifted in the background.

For a while, neither of them spoke. The night air was cool, the rustling leaves filling the silence between them. Anshika stared at her hands, her fingers still curled tightly, as if holding on to something invisible.

He took a breath. He wasn't the type to pry, but this wasn't nothing.

She was still lost in whatever had shaken her.

And he needed to know.

Kartikey exhaled, running a hand through his hair before turning his gaze to her. "Kya hua tha, Anshika?" His voice was quiet, careful. "Itna darr kyun gayi thi?"

("What happened, Anshika? Why were you so scared?")

She didn't respond immediately. Instead, she turned her head slightly, her dark eyes meeting his. There was something vulnerable in her gaze, something unguarded. Kartikey didn't push. He just waited.

She held his gaze for a long moment, as if searching for something in his eyes. And she found it.

Understanding. Care. Everything. 

Everything she didn't know she needed.

Kartikey.

After a shaky exhale, she finally spoke.

"Main..." Her voice was quiet, hesitant. "Main... daar gayi thi."

("I... I got scared.")

Kartikey nodded, his expression calm. "Kyun?"

("Why?")

Her eyes flickered away for a second before she looked back at him, something fragile in her expression. She hesitated, like she was about to say something but stopped herself.

Kartikey saw the conflict in her. The fear of speaking. Of reliving something she had buried deep.

And so, he did the only thing he could.

He waited.

He didn't say anything, didn't push, didn't demand answers. He just sat there, steady and patient, letting her know that she could take her time.

After a moment, her lips parted. "Main... main bas..." She shook her head, looking away.

("I... I just...")

Anshika took a shaky breath, her hands trembling in her lap, her breathing uneven. Kartikey could see it—how the weight of whatever she was carrying was pressing down on her, how she wanted to speak but couldn't find the strength.

She wanted to say it—to finally speak the words that had been buried inside her for so long—but the weight of them pressed heavily on her chest. The memories she had spent years trying to suppress clawed their way back, raw and suffocating.

Kartikey saw her hands tremble. Without a second thought, he reached forward and took one of them in his. His touch was warm, steady. He didn't say anything at first, just let his fingers intertwine with hers, firm but gentle. It was the first time he had ever held her hand like this. And it wasn't for teasing, or by accident.

It was deliberate. Reassuring.

She didn't pull away.

Instead, she gripped his hand tighter.

Anshika sucked in a sharp breath as tears slipped down her cheeks. She hadn't even realized she was crying.

And then, in a voice so small, so fragile, she finally let the past spill out.

"Jab main chhoti thi..." Her voice wavered, her nails digging slightly into his skin. "Ek raat... mere chacha sharab peekar aaye the. Gusse mein the. Dadaji se jhagda karne lage."

("When I was little... one night, my uncle came home drunk. He was angry. He started fighting with my grandfather.")

Kartikey felt his jaw tighten, but he didn't say anything. He let her speak.

"Bahut zor se chilla rahe the... Dadaji bhi gusse mein aa gaye." Her breathing hitched slightly. "Aur phir... P-papa beech mein aaye."

("They were yelling loudly... Grandpa got angry too. And then... P-papa stepped in between them.")

Kartikey felt her grip tighten around his fingers.

"Unhone chacha ko rokne ki koshish ki, par," she whispered, her voice breaking. "P-par... unhe h-heartattack."

("He tried to stop my uncle, but. B-but... he had a heartattack.")

Kartikey exhaled slowly, his chest tight. He had known she was scared tonight, but he hadn't realized it was this deep, this painful.

And it made him feel...

Angry.

Not at her. Never at her.

But at the universe, at fate, at whatever cruel twist had taken her father away from her like that. She had been so small, too young to carry something this heavy. Yet she had carried it, all alone, for years.

Anshika's shoulders shook slightly, her body curled in on itself, her hand still gripping his like a lifeline.

Kartikey stared at her, his own chest feeling unnaturally tight.

Kartikey's jaw clenched. His heart felt like it had been gripped in a vice. She had been just a kid. A little girl who had seen her father collapse in front of her. Who had lost him in a single moment.

He couldn't even begin to imagine what that must have felt like.

She had lost her father that night.

Not to time, not to an accident, not to fate.

To a moment of violence. To alcohol-fueled rage.

He clenched his jaw, struggling to control the anger that surged through him. Not at her, not at the situation, but at the thought that she had been carrying this pain alone for so many years.

And at the fact that someone she had trusted, someone in her own family, had caused it.

Damn she was just seven, seven.

His fingers curled around hers more firmly. "Anshika..." He spoke her name with a quiet intensity. Not to her, but to himself.

Anshika's breath hitched. She had spent so many years pushing people away, pretending she was fine, pretending she had moved on. But right now, with Kartikey's hand in hers, with his quiet promise surrounding her like a shield, she felt something she hadn't felt in a long time.

Safe.

As tears slipped down her cheek. Kartikey lifted his free hand without hesitation and wiped them away with his thumb, his touch featherlight.

And then, with the softest voice, he whispered—

"Mujhe tumse sach mein farq padta hai, Anshika. Bohot farq padta hai"

("I truly care about you, Anshika. I care a lot.")

Her lips parted slightly, her chest tightening.

He meant it. She could see it in his eyes. There was no hesitation, no doubt.

And in that moment, she wanted to let him know. That she knew. She did now.

But instead, she just let herself hold onto his hand just a little longer, let herself believe—just this once—that she wasn't alone.

And maybe... she never had to be again.

Kartikey hesitated for a moment, his fingers still gently intertwined with Anshika's. He could feel her trembling slightly, her breaths uneven, her body still stiff from the weight of everything she had just relived.

A part of him wanted to pull her into his arms immediately, to shield her, to hold her close and promise her that she never had to be afraid again. But he didn't want to startle her, didn't want to overstep.

He looked at their joined hands, at how tightly she was holding onto him, as if afraid he would disappear. His thumb moved gently over the back of her hand, slow and reassuring, grounding her. He could feel the tremble in her grip slowly ease, but he could also see the exhaustion in her posture—the weight of so many years of silence pressing down on her.

His fingers tightened around hers for a moment before he spoke, his voice soft, careful.

"Anshika..." He paused, debating how to say it without overwhelming her. "H-hug?"

She lifted her gaze to him, her tearful eyes searching his. For a second, she didn't react. She just looked at him—really looked at him—as if trying to figure out if she could allow herself this moment.

Kartikey didn't rush her. He let her decide.

He simply let the words linger between them, let her know that she had a choice.

And then, slowly, she nodded.

It was the smallest movement. Just a slight dip of her head.

But it was enough.

Kartikey exhaled softly, his heart clenching at the silent trust in that single movement. He shifted slightly, lifting his free arm carefully, almost hesitantly, as if giving her time to change her mind. He didn't just pull her into his arms—he let her come to him, let her move at her own pace.

And when she did, when she finally leaned toward him, he wrapped his arms around her with a careful kind of protectiveness.

Almost fragilely.

Anshika stiffened for a second, her body unused to the sensation.

But Kartikey was just there. Warm. Steady.

And he didn't hold her too tightly—didn't make her feel trapped, didn't overwhelm her. His embrace was careful, protective, almost fragile, like he was afraid she might break if he held her any tighter.

And for the first time in years, Anshika let herself lean into someone.

She let herself sink into the warmth of another person, into the quiet reassurance of someone who wasn't demanding anything from her, someone who was simply there.

Her forehead rested lightly against his chest, and she felt his heartbeat—strong, steady, grounding.

And she realized... she needed this.

More than she had ever allowed herself to admit.

She squeezed her eyes shut, another tear slipping down her cheek, and this time, she didn't try to hide it.

Kartikey felt her body relax slightly, felt the way her breath hitched against him, and he exhaled, his own chest tight with emotions he didn't quite know how to put into words.

She was hurting.

And he hated that he couldn't take that pain away.

But he could do this. He could hold her. He could let her know that she wasn't alone.

Kartikey tightened his hold just slightly, resting his chin lightly on her head. His heart was still racing from everything she had just told him, from the weight of her pain, from the quiet way she had broken in front of him.

He had never felt this kind of anger before—not this deep, burning kind that made his fists clench at the thought of her suffering alone all these years.

Seven.

She had been just seven.

How did a little girl survive that kind of loss? That kind of trauma?

He swallowed hard, pushing down the rage that threatened to surface. This moment wasn't about him. It was about her.

So, instead, he focused on the way she felt against him—small, fragile, yet strong in ways he couldn't even begin to understand.

He could feel her heart beating against his chest, fast and uneven, but slowly calming. Her fingers clutched the fabric of his sweatshirt, hesitant, unsure, like she wasn't used to seeking comfort like this.

Like she didn't know if she was allowed to.

Kartikey's heart twisted painfully at that thought.

She should have never had to learn how to carry this pain alone.

He took a slow breath, pressing his palm lightly against her head, his fingers absentmindedly caressing her hair. He wasn't sure if she even noticed, but he kept doing it anyway.

Her grip on his sweatshirt tightened for a second before she whispered, "Mujhe laga tha... ki main kabhi kisi ko nahi bata paungi."

("I thought... I would never be able to tell anyone.")

Kartikey's arms instinctively tightened around her. "Ab kabhi nahi lagega, Anshika."

("You will never feel like that again, Anshika.")

Her throat tightened at his words.

For so many years, she had carried this weight alone. Even when her mother had cried, she had never felt like she could let herself break.

Kartikey couldn't even begin to imagine how lonely she must have felt all these years. How many nights she had cried herself to sleep, how many times she had buried her pain deep inside, pretending she was fine.

And yet, she was still here.

Still standing. Still fighting.

God, she was strong.

Stronger than she even realized.

His throat felt tight, but he forced himself to speak, his voice firm yet gentle. "Ab se akela feel karne ki zaroorat nahi hai."

("You don't have to feel lonely from now.")

Anshika swallowed, her fingers still curled into the fabric of his sweatshirt.

Kartikey shut his eyes for a brief second, the ache in his chest growing unbearable.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to tilt her chin up with his fingers, making her look at him.

"Main hoon. Hamesha." he said, his voice quieter now, his gaze intense. 

("I'm here. Always.")

Anshika sucked in a sharp breath. She wasn't sure what it was—the way he said it, the way he looked at her, the way he made it sound like an unbreakable promise—but something about those words settled deep in her chest.

She blinked up at him, her dark eyes still glossy with unshed tears. "Hamesha?"

("Always?")

Kartikey didn't even hesitate. "Haan."

("Yes.")

Anshika believed him.

She wasn't alone anymore.

She didn't know how long they sat like that—wrapped in each other's warmth, in the quiet comfort of the night. The distant sounds of their friends laughing by the bonfire seemed worlds away. Here, in this small space, it was just the two of them.

And for the first time in years, she felt like she could breathe.

She didn't have to explain herself.

She didn't have to pretend.

She could just... exist.

With him.

After what felt like forever, she finally spoke again, her voice barely above a whisper. "Kartikey?"

He hummed in response, his fingers still tracing slow, calming circles against her arm.

She hesitated, then, so softly that he almost missed it, she said— "Thank you."

Kartikey closed his eyes for a second, a small, almost imperceptible smile tugging at his lips.

He didn't say anything in response.

He didn't need to.

Instead, he just held her a little closer, letting her know that she never had to thank him for this.

Because as long as he was here, she would never have to face her fears alone again.

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My tears won't stop guys, for myself, for Anshika, for them😭😭

This took a lot from me, so I hope you guys like this chapter.

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