The morning sun poured through the windows of the Sharma household, lighting up the modest living room where laughter often echoed louder than the clock ticking on the wall. Anubhav sat cross-legged on the couch, trying to get a few quiet moments with his book before college. But peace was a rare luxury when his little sister was around.
“Kashi, chhod de yaar! Ek piece chocolate ke liye tu meri jaan le legi kya?” he groaned, holding the last piece above his head.
Kashi jumped, her messy braid bouncing as she tried to snatch it. “Bhaiya! Aapne kal bhi extra khaya tha. Aaj mera haq hai!”
“Acha? Kaunsa court ka order leke aayi ho?” he teased, raising it higher.
Their mother, Savitri, stepped in with a smirk, drying her hands on her dupatta. “Dono ke beech mein na main faisla karti hoon. Chocolate mujhe de do.”
Both siblings froze. “Kya?” they said in unison.
Savitri chuckled, snatching the chocolate with expert precision. “Main maa hoon, final judgement toh mera hota hai.”
Anurag, their father, entered just in time to witness the moment. “Arre, Savitri, unka toh theek hai, lekin tu abhi bhi chocolate ke liye bachchon ke saath ladti hai?”
Savitri grinned, “Shaadi ke itne saal baad bhi agar chocolate na mile toh zindagi mein kya mila?”
The family burst into laughter. Kashi eventually climbed onto Anubhav’s lap, still pouting. “Bhaiya, promise karo agli baar pura bar box leke aayenge.”
Anubhav ruffled her hair. “Pakka. Tere liye Swiss chocolate launga.”
The warmth of the morning lingered even as he got ready to leave for college. But somewhere inside, something tugged at his heart. As he rode his bike, Haseena’s words echoed again and again—her confession still fresh, her eyes still etched in his memory.
“Main aapse pyaar karti hoon, sir...”
He hadn’t been able to sleep properly the night she said it. It felt wrong to even think about it… and yet it had felt so right.
At college, the usual buzz surrounded him—students chatting, faculty walking in and out, laughter in the canteen. But for Anubhav, the noise blurred into silence the moment he saw her walk by with her friends, laughing, pretending like nothing happened.
He sat in the staff room, eyes fixed on a blank page in his notebook, lost in thoughts.
She’s young… par samajh wali hai. Pyaar sirf umar ka mohtaaj nahi hota. Par kya main tayyar hoon?
That was the question that haunted him.
Later that evening, while walking through the corridor, he saw Haseena sitting quietly near the college garden, flipping pages of her psychology textbook but clearly not reading a word.
He smiled faintly.
“Main bhi bewakoofi mein samajhta raha ki woh sirf ek student hai. Par uske har lafz, har muskurahat mere dil pe nishaan chhodte gaye.”
And right there, at that moment—he knew.
He didn’t just like her… he loved her. Truly. Deeply.
It wasn’t about her age. Or the fact that she was his student. It was about the connection they had—the one he never felt with anyone else.
He turned away, silently. He wasn’t ready to tell her yet. But he knew the answer now.
Yes. He loved her too.
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Fanfiction✧ Phase One: A childhood full of mischief, secrets, and survival. ✧ Phase Two: A college girl's battle between forbidden love and family duty. Haseena was born into rejection. But she was also born to fight. With two brothers who love her, a grandmo...
