Roy Farmhouse — Study Room
After reading the email, Adhvir glanced at his watch. Then he pressed a small digital alarm button on the table.
Within seconds, there was a soft knock on the door.
Mr. Rastogi entered the room again, head slightly bowed, hands clasped behind his back.
"Yes, sir?"
Adhvir silently lifted his wine glass, his eyes still blank and unreadable.
He took a sip, and without looking at Mr. Rastogi, said calmly,
"I want my personal assistant… and make sure only those students get seats in the college who truly deserve them."
After a brief pause, he continued in a cold, commanding tone,
"I've already mailed the shortlist. Only those names will be approved for admission. I'll personally visit the college to check the rest. You may leave now."
There was no anger in his voice, no haste — just an order that couldn't be disobeyed.
Mr. Rastogi nodded silently and left the room.
At the Shopping Mall
In the middle of a crowded, colorful mall with bags in both hands Avira and Jasmine were literally jumping with excitement.
Both were staring at their phone screens at their results.
"Yesss! We did it!!"
Avira screamed, and Jasmine grabbed her hand, twirling her around like they had just won a trophy.
People around them stopped to stare — some amused, some smiling, and some with judgmental eyes.
Jasmine noticed the looks, and when one woman whispered something to her friend, Jasmine laughed and said loudly,
"Sorry, guys! But today, we're too happy! We didn't just pass, we topped the list! So yeah, this level of craziness is totally justified!"
Both burst into laughter. Just then, Jasmine's phone rang.
"Hello?"
Her mother's cheerful voice came from the other end,
"Jasmine, come home quickly! Did you forget? Your father has arranged a party tonight! And yes, bring Avira along, okay?"
Jasmine's smile widened.
"Ya ya, Mom! We're on our way! Love you!"
The moment she hung up, she turned to Avira with sparkling eyes and said excitedly,
"Girl! Tonight's our night! Let's buy the perfect dresses for the party!"
Avira blinked, slightly surprised.
"Party…?" she asked innocently.
Jasmine winked mischievously,
"Of course! A grand party at my place! Big business tycoons, their sons… who knows, maybe you'll meet your Mr. Future Boyfriend!"
She burst out laughing. Seeing Jasmine so happy, Avira couldn't help but smile too. Her friend's energy was contagious.
And then — the two disappeared into the sea of dresses, heels, and laughter.
They tried on dozens of outfits — red gowns, black dresses, teasing, joking, posing for photos.
By the end, their hands were full of shopping bags and their hearts full of joy.
Evening — Gupta Mansion
The sun had set, but the Gupta Mansion gleamed like a palace. Cars lined the driveway, servants rushed across the marble floor, and the air smelled of flowers and luxury.
As soon as Jasmine and Avira entered, their eyes widened at the decoration — flowers, chandeliers, and waiters running around with trays.
"Oh my…!" Jasmine gasped dramatically.
"Let's go! We'll get ready in my room!"
And the girls rushed upstairs.
Three Hours Later
At exactly 8 PM, the party began.
Guests were pouring in — men in tailored suits, women in elegant gowns, the air buzzing with laughter, perfume, and business chatter.
Then… descending the staircase Jasmine and Avira.
Their steps were slow but confident.
Jasmine wore a red, shoulderless knee-length dress simple yet classy, with just a diamond bracelet on her wrist.
Avira had chosen a black bodycon dress — as if it was made for her. Her makeup was soft, her hair loose, her smile glowing brighter than any spotlight.
Guests stopped and stared.
Some admired, some envied, and some simply desired.
Among them, a group of rich young men whispered,
"Finally, this boring party got interesting! Look at those angels walking down the stairs!"
One of them began to move toward the girls when another man stepped in front of him.
Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp eyes — Daksh.
He said calmly but firmly,
"Stay away. One's my sister, and the other… your future sister-in-law. Got it?"
The guy froze, swallowing hard.
"Bro… I-I didn't know. Sorry!"
Daksh's aura alone was enough to make the group back off.
Inside, the party shimmered.
Mrs. Gupta, Jasmine, and Avira stood together in one corner, chatting and smiling.
Avira's black dress reflected her — a mix of innocence and inner strength.But from across the room, a man was watching her intently his gaze dark, possessive, and unsettling.
Avira noticed it for a moment, then looked away.
"Jas," she whispered, "Your party's great, but… why does everyone stare so much?"
Jasmine giggled. "Ignore them. Just enjoy! And wait till he arrives. Then the real show begins."
"He?" Avira asked.
"Adhvir Roy. Trust me — he's… unmissable."
Avira smiled playfully. "You and your Adhvir Roy…"
Before she could finish, her phone rang.
"Mom calling…" she said, stepping aside to answer.
"Hi Mom! I'm fine. And guess what? Your daughter topped! I'm at Jasmine's house right now — will talk later, okay?"
As she spoke, Avira walked backward slowly — distracted, unaware.
Outside the Mansion
A sleek black car stopped in front of the mansion.
From it stepped out Adhvir Roy — tall, broad, in a black three-piece suit.
His aura screamed power. The moment he appeared, the crowd seemed to shift — security guards straightened, guests turned.
He scanned the party, phone in one hand.
Inside, Avira turned, still distracted on her call — and bumped straight into him.
Her phone slipped and hit the floor.
Adhvir didn't even flinch — he stood like a wall.
He looked at her — calm, bored. He was used to women "accidentally" falling for him.
Avira blinked, stunned. She bent, picked up her phone, and when she looked up — her eyes locked with his.
Sharp. Deep. Unfamiliar.
Adhvir smirked slightly,
"If your next plan is to fall into my arms, at least give me a warning first… so I can be ready."
Avira's brows arched. She had never met someone so arrogant.
She looked him up and down, then said coldly,
"Wow. You assume everyone wants you. Confidence… or delusion?"
A faint smile crossed Adhvir's lips.
No one — ever — had talked to him like that.
He stepped closer, his voice smooth, "Brave… or just fond of picking fights with strangers?"
Avira replied evenly,
"I only fight when I smell arrogance. And you - you're suffocating me."
For a second, silence hung between them.
His eyes searched hers — cold, unreadable.
He said softly, "You have no idea who you're talking to…"
She shot back instantly, "And you have no idea who's talking to you."
They stood there — eye to eye — until she finally slipped past him and said over her shoulder,
"There must be others here who think they're gods. Go talk to them. I prefer humans."
Adhvir's smirk faded — replaced by a dangerous spark in his eyes.
He turned slowly, watching her walk away, and muttered under his breath,
"Didn't even ask her name… but she won't be forgotten."
Avira didn't know it yet — the man she just insulted was none other than Adhvir Roy, the son of her college's trustee…
and the beginning of a storm she never saw coming.