A game of control
Author's pov-
The tension between Divya and purv was something unspoken yet impossible to ignore.
Days passed, and while purv remained as distant and unreadable as ever, there were moments-fleeting glances, accidental touches, stolen seconds-where Divya felt something stir between them.
But just as quickly as it appeared, it disappeared.
Because charvi always made sure of it.
It was a Friday when the college announced an upcoming event-The buisness Gala, a prestigious event where final-year students would mentor juniors in a competition.
Divya wasn't expecting much. But when the mentor-mentee pairs were announced, her entire world tilted.
"Purv Rathore and Divya Mehta."
Divya's breath hitched.
Heads turned. Murmurs spread.
She looked towards purv, who was already watching her. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his gaze-something that made her pulse race.
Charvi, sitting a few seats away, wasn't nearly as calm.
"Professor, is there a mistake?" She asked, her voice sharper than usual. "Purv doesn't mentor anyone."
The professor barely glanced at her. "No mistakes, Ms. Charvi. The names have been finalized."
Charvi clenched her fists, but purv remained silent. His indifference was almost insulting.
"Well," charvi muttered, flipping her hair. "This will be interesting."
After class, Divya and purv stood outside near the parking lot, away from the crowd.
Neither spoke for a moment.
It was purv who finally broke the silence.
"You don't look happy about this."
Divya crossed her arms. "I'm just surprised."
Purv leaned against his car, hands in his pockets. "Are you intimidated?"
Divya scoffed. "By you? Hardly."
Something in his gaze flickered with amusement. "Good."
She studied him, frustration bubbling inside her.
"Why do you always act like this?" She asked suddenly.
He raised an eyebrow. "Like what?"
"Like you don't care. Like nothing matters to you."
Purv's jaw clenched slightly. "Because most things don't."
Divya searched his face, but he gave nothing away.
This man was a puzzle she couldn't solve.
And she hated that she wanted to.
Later that evening, as Divya packed her bag in the library, she felt someone approach.
She didn't need to look up to know who it was.
Charvi.
"You're getting too comfortable," charvi said, sitting on the desk beside her.
Divya sighed, not in the mood for a fight. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Charvi leaned in slightly, lowering her voice. "You think just because you're paired with him for some stupid project, you matter?" She let out a small laugh. "Trust me, you don't."
Divya shut her book, looking directly at her. "Are you done?"
Charvi's smile didn't fade. "I'll just sat this-stay in your lane. Purv isn't someone you can handle."
Divya stood up, grabbing her bag. "Maybe he is not," she admitted, meeting charvi's gaze. "But neither are you."
And with that, she walked away, leaving charvi fuming in silence.
That night, as Divya lay in bed, she replayed everything in her mind.
Purv's cold gaze.
Charvi's warnings.
Her own confusing emotions.
She turned to her side, staring at the ceiling.
This wasn't just an ordinary college crush anymore.
This was something else.
Something dangerous.
And the worst part?
She wasn't sure she wanted to stop.