The next day, when he walked into the classroom, the very first sight made his veins throb with fury.
There she was—the girl who had barged into his life without permission, bold enough to tie him in a bond of friendship, now daring enough to break his unspoken rules.
Kanika was at her seat, and two boys hovered nearby, talking to her. Probably explaining the syllabus—she was a mid-term transfer, after all. What got under his skin wasn’t just their presence, but how *at ease* she looked. She smiled, laughed softly, even casually touched their hands while exchanging pens or asking questions.
She let others enter her space far too easily.
And it *bothered* him. Deeply.
Without saying a word, Anakveer walked straight to his seat, ignoring her completely—as if she didn’t even exist. Kanika, engrossed in her books and the help she was receiving, didn’t notice him either.
When the teacher finally walked in, the classroom settled into silence. Kanika glanced around, her eyes lighting up when they found him. She smiled... but his gaze never even flickered in her direction. Her smile faltered, giving way to a small pout of disappointment.
During class breaks, she tried—tried hard—to catch his attention. A glance. A wave. Even a silly question. But he was a wall—cold, unreadable, unreachable.
By the time lunch break arrived, she couldn’t restrain herself any longer.
"I never knew my Anakveer is such a *nerd*," she huffed, plopping down beside him. "Like seriously, you were so damn deep in your books, you didn’t even *acknowledge* me!"
He wanted to ignore her, to maintain that aloof front—but something about that *“my Anakveer”* cracked his resolve.
Without looking at her, he said flatly, “Let’s go outside.”
And just like that, he stood up and walked out of the classroom, not caring about the surprised stares following them. She blinked in confusion but quickly trailed after him, finding herself again in the deserted back area of the school—abandoned due to paused construction work.
“This is my favorite spot,” he said, noticing her puzzled look. “No one comes here. I like the stillness.”
She nodded slowly. “Ohh… But I thought we were heading to the canteen…”
Before she could continue, he turned to her, voice calm but sharp.
“Do you really want to be my friend?”
She blinked, startled. “Y-Yes… Why?”
His eyes locked with hers, firm and unwavering.
“Because I’m not like others. I don’t like sharing what’s mine. Nothing. No one. You must have noticed—I don’t interact with others. I don’t like it. If you want to be friends with me…”
He took a step closer. Her breath caught.
“Then *I* should be your *only* friend. No one else. No girls, no boys, no one. You called me your first friend, right? Then keep this in mind—I'll be your last too. Or… you’re free to go talk to whoever you want, and I’ll forget you ever existed.”
His voice was low, steady, and unsettlingly clear. It didn’t sound like a request. It was more of a declaration—almost a threat.
Kanika, who had never bowed down to anyone, who never stayed quiet when someone tried to control her—stood frozen. His presence wrapped around her like a storm cloud. It was too much. Too intense.
A red flag waved high in her mind—but for some reason, with *him*, it felt different. Everything felt different.
A beat passed. Then she spoke, softly.
“I also don’t like sharing what’s mine. I just hope you mean the same… for me.”
A flicker passed through his eyes. “Deal.”
His aura still hovered over her—intimidating, overpowering. She took a small step back, looking around, trying to shake it off.
“Let’s go to the canteen,” she mumbled. “I’m starving… didn’t eat yesterday either, thanks to all the chaos.”
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**Time passed, and slowly, Kanika and Anakveer became inseparable.**
They were each other's only person—talking to no one else, sharing everything from class notes to quiet silences. What started as a strange, almost forceful bond had now turned into an unspoken comfort.
It was Annual Day. The school buzzed with excitement—students running around in colorful costumes, laughter echoing across corridors. For the first time in years, Anakveer hadn’t skipped it. Why? Because *she* wanted to be there. And for her, he could never say no.
But suddenly... Kanika went missing.
That strange restlessness returned. Panic simmered under his skin. He searched the entire campus, storming down corridors, checking classrooms, even pushing open the door to the girls' washroom without a second thought. Her phone—*was with him*—making it worse.
Just when he was on the verge of losing it completely, a soft, muffled sob echoed from a closed classroom nearby. His heart clenched instantly.
He knew that voice. He *lived* in that voice—from her chirpy "Good morning!" to her sleepy "Good night."
Without wasting a second, he pushed the door open and froze.
There she was—crumpled in a corner, face hidden in her palms, crying uncontrollably.
He rushed to her side, crouching low.
“*What happened?* Did someone hurt you? *Why are you crying?*” he asked frantically, cupping her face, trying to make her meet his eyes.
But Kanika didn’t respond—she just hugged him tightly and broke down into loud sobs. The sight of her so shattered stirred something primal in him.
He gently pulled back to examine her, scanning her from head to toe—and then he saw it.
Her legs. Her light blue frock. Her shoes.
All stained… *in blood.*
A line of fresh blood traced her inner thighs.
He murmured softly, almost tenderly,
“*Periods…?*”
She nodded in shame, eyes fixed on the ground.
Without a moment’s hesitation, he took her hand, made her stand, removed his black shirt and tied it around her waist to cover the stains. Then, without warning, he *picked her up* in his arms and walked straight out of the building from the back gate—unseen amidst the chaos of the function.
At the parking lot, he gestured to the driver.
“*Open the door.*”
Kanika felt her muscles tighten. The presence of the driver made her feel even more embarrassed. She shut her eyes, tears of humiliation sliding down. And this didn't go unnoticed by anakveer.
Once he settled her comfortably over the back seat he asked the driver …. keys!…
The driver hesitated. “*Hukum… it’s not appropriate for you to—*”
Anakveer cut him off, voice cold.
“I don’t like repeating myself.”
Reluctantly, the driver handed over the keys.
One threatening glare from Anakveer was enough to make it clear—*Dare you speak a word of this.*
Anakveer slid into the driver’s seat, Kanika still in the back, curled up. She hesitated.
“*Do you even know how to drive…?*” she asked timidly.
He focused on the road.
“*For about a year now.*”
They stopped in front of a chemist. He went in, returned with a bag, and handed it to her.
“*Here. There are some Wet wipes. Clean yourself up.*”
She felt like the ground should swallow her whole.
Then her eyes widened in realization.
“My family’s not at home. I don’t have the keys either… they’ll be back around 8. I told them I’d be home by 9—what do I do now?!”
Anakveer replied calmly,
“Perfect. Even my family’s not at home. But I *do* have keys.”
Kanika looked confused. “*Matlab…?*”
“*Matlab,*” he said in mock formality, “*aap hamare ghar chaliye. Nobody’s there. You won’t feel uncomfortable.*”
She didn’t argue. There was no other option.
Soon, the car turned into the driveway of a *massive mansion*. But instead of the main entrance, he drove straight into the private garage. From there, he guided her into a private lift meant only for family members—deliberately avoiding household staff.
It wasn’t about sneaking her in—it was about *protecting her dignity.*
He took her to his room and guided her to the washroom.
“I’ll come back in a bit.”
Half an hour later, he returned, now wearing a T-shirt and trousers, a food tray in hand. But she still hadn’t come out.
“*Kanika,*” he called out, “how long will you take?”
Within seconds, she stepped out—dressed in his oversized clothes. The sleeves swallowed her arms, and the shirt nearly reached her knees.
He couldn’t help it—he smiled.
Then quickly turned away and set the food on the bed.
“Come. Eat something warm—it’ll help.”
She sat down hesitantly, sipping hot chocolate. Her eyes stayed downcast.
“I’m sorry… for causing so much trouble,” she mumbled. “It’s my first period. I panicked. I knew about it, but never imagined it would happen *like this.* Everything went messy…”
He didn’t press her. Didn’t ask more. Just smiled softly.
“It’s okay. And you don’t trouble me. *Aap bacchi hain hamari.* Aur ek *baap* apni *bacchi* ka khayal nahi rakhega, to kaun rakhega?”
She grimaced. “*Baap banne chale ho…*”
They both laughed—loud, unfiltered laughter that echoed in the quiet room.
He handed her a bowl of spicy noodles. As she ate, she looked up suddenly.
“From tomorrow… don’t wait for me near your car. We won’t talk there.”
Anakveer frowned. “*And why?*”
She bit her lip, embarrassed. “Can’t you imagine what your driver must be thinking? You weren’t wearing a shirt, I had blood dripping down my legs… it probably looked… *weird.* I can’t face him again…”
His eyes widened, completely thrown off by her reasoning.
“*Are you dumb?* Where do you even get these ideas from?! You're not even fully aware of your period cycle, but you’re overthinking what my driver’s imagination looks like? Kanika—we’re only 13. Trust me, no one’s thinking what your filmy brain is cooking up.”
She pouted. *“What wrong did I say?”* she thought.
As he walked off to fetch something, he muttered under his breath,
“This girl’s brain… *lethal.* Stupid girl.”
He came back a while later with a neatly folded pair of brand-new school sports uniform.
“Change into this before going home. Your parents will notice if you're wearing someone else’s clothes. Just tell them your dress got ruined during the function and the school gave you this as a backup. Say it was the only size left.”
Kanika stared at him—*not in shock, but in quiet awe.*
Every little thing he did—small gestures, thoughtful actions, even the smallest lie—was for *her* comfort.
Unable to hold it in anymore, she threw her arms around him and hugged him tight.
“*Thank you…*” she whispered into his ear.
The moment her body collided with his, something shifted inside him.
It was like his nerves had suddenly come alive—every cell vibrating with an unfamiliar warmth.
Yes, this wasn’t the first time she had hugged him. It's their second time. She had clung to him earlier today, broken and crying, but the situation then was different. At that moment, it was about comfort—raw, urgent, and desperate.
But this time, it was something else.
This hug wasn’t about fear or chaos. It was quiet. Intentional. Given from a place of trust and gratitude.
And for him… that made all the difference.
It had been years since anyone had hugged him. Years since someone had held him with emotions that weren’t laced with expectation
s or judgment—but were pure.
And in that second, he wasn’t Anakveer—the aloof, guarded boy everyone feared to approach.
He was just a boy who didn’t know how much he missed being held… until she held him.
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