ABHIYA'S POV:

"Congratulations miss Abhiya Sharma, you are chosen as best candidate from our college for the prestigious college of sleeping academy" The program was filled with applaud.

" Thank you for your love .. I know it was not easy for me to get right to top with flying colours. I know I am best at architecture despite my struggles in mathematics but i did.. made."added abhiya with enthusiasm "mam you won award for sleeping"someone interuppted and she was awake from her wonderland and my not so loved mom was standing with a disgusted face as if she was forced to do duty of a mother not from heart but just a mere responsibilty.

"Are you a princess or what.. if you don't want to study just leave it why are you forcing us to make bas bhoj banna aata hai kuch kaam to dhang se hota hai nhi."

(Are you a princess or what..if you don't want to study just leave it why are you forcing us make you study ..

The only thing you know is just being a huge burden on us and absolutely you are useless person don't know what chores you should do.)

A voice came out from with a hint of cruelty and I don't I am used to it and my father doesn't talk much to me..

I swallowed hard, trying to push back the lump forming in my throat. This was nothing new, but each time she spoke to me like this, it chipped away at the small bit of confidence I had left. My father, as always, wasn't around-he never was. Even when he was, he never intervened. Silence was his contribution to our family dynamic.

I wanted to scream, to tell her that I wasn't useless, that I was trying my best, that the weight of her words was more than I could handle some days. But instead, I just nodded, keeping my head down, knowing that arguing would only make things worse.

"Why are you still sitting there? Get up! Go help with something useful instead of wasting your life lying around!" she barked before storming out of the room, leaving a heavy silence in her wake.

I sighed, pushing myself out of bed, feeling the heaviness in my chest intensify. My dreams, my ambitions-everything seemed so far out of reach in this house, in this suffocating environment where I was constantly made to feel like I wasn't enough.

No matter what I did, no matter how hard I tried, it was never good enough for her. It was as if every time I took a step forward, she found a way to push me two steps back.

TIME SKIPS

I took a deep breath and stepped outside, away from the suffocating walls of my home. The cool morning air brushed against my skin as I walked toward the college bus stop, trying to clear my mind. Today was supposed to be a fresh start-my first day at college. A place where I could finally carve out my own space, far from the toxic words of my mother and the silence of my father.

But the weight of their expectations clung to me like a shadow, and I couldn't help but replay her words over and over again in my mind. "Bhoj... useless... burden." They echoed, even as I tried to block them out.

I wanted this day to be different. I wanted to believe that college would be a place where I could finally prove that I was more than what she said.

The bus arrived, and I boarded, finding a seat by the window. The city buzzed past me as I lost myself in thought, thinking about what this new chapter would hold. Architecture had always been my passion. Sketching out buildings, imagining structures that hadn't yet been built-it was my escape. My escape from everything.

The campus was buzzing with energy when I arrived. Nervous excitement filled the air as students, both new and returning, gathered in groups, talking about schedules, professors, and everything in between. For a brief moment, I allowed myself to feel a sense of possibility. Maybe this was the place where I could finally find my footing, where I could prove, not just to my mother, but to myself, that I was capable.

I walked through the gates, my backpack slung over one shoulder, taking in the grand architecture of the main building. Its design was beautiful-precise lines, elegant arches, and intricate carvings. My fingers itched to draw, to create something like it one day.

As I headed toward the orientation hall, my heart raced. I found a seat near the back, wanting to observe everything without being noticed too much. The dean stepped up to the podium and began speaking, welcoming us to the college, explaining the opportunities that awaited us.

But no matter how hard I tried to focus, my mind kept drifting back to my mother's words that morning. I shook my head, trying to push it away. This is my chance, I reminded myself. My chance to prove her wrong.

After orientation, I wandered through the campus, finding the architecture department. The classrooms were huge, filled with drafting tables, blueprints, and models of buildings in progress. I couldn't help but feel a spark of excitement. This was what I had been waiting for. This was my world-where math might not come easily, but creativity and design did.

As the day went on, I met a few classmates-friendly faces who shared my passion for architecture. We exchanged pleasantries, talked about our favorite architects, and even shared a few laughs about how we'd survive the rigorous workload. It felt good to be among people who understood what drove me.

Those people were like myyy vibe.

"Hey tum to bahut cute si ho.. itne khatarnaak feild mein kaise.."a girl said with a grinned face but she was pretty like a sea in pastel shade of dress." Huhh me...me...me." I blurrted out not knowing if she was speaking to me.

"Yes, you!" she laughed, her eyes sparkling. "Architecture is no joke, you know. I didn't expect to see someone as cute and tiny as you here."

"You are just so tiny omhgg"

I felt my face flush a little, unsure if I should take it as a compliment or be embarrassed. "Well... I guess I surprise people," I replied awkwardly, managing a small smile.

She waved her hand dismissively, as if to brush away any tension. "I'm just messing with you. I'm Aarya Shekhwat by the way." She extended her hand toward me.

I hesitated for a split second before taking it. "I'm Abhiya," I said, trying to sound confident. "Nice to meet you."

Her words felt warm, like a gentle breeze. It had been so long since anyone had shown me this kind of casual kindness, and I didn't realize how much I needed it. I felt the weight of my mother's harsh words ease just a little.

"Thanks," I said softly. "I hope so."

We started walking together, Aarya chattering away about classes, professors, and how she was already dreading the long nights ahead. I found myself relaxing as we talked, the nervous energy that had been building up in me all morning slowly fading.

By the time we reached our first class, I was starting to feel a tiny spark of excitement again. This was the start of something new, and maybe, just maybe, things would be different here.

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SAMARTH'S POV

I woke up with a stiff chest, an uneasy sensation settling in my gut. I didn't know why, but it felt as though something was coming, something that would challenge the routine I'd built around my life. It was the kind of intuition that made me restless, sparking a fire in my mind.

As I sat up in bed, I glanced around my spacious, meticulously designed bedroom in my mansion. The high ceilings and expansive windows flooded the room with natural light, but the grandeur of my surroundings felt more like a gilded cage than a sanctuary. I stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and stood up, feeling the chill of the marble floor beneath my feet.

After a quick shower, I slipped into a crisp, tailored shirt and dark trousers-my standard for teaching. As a professor of architecture, I had to maintain a professional appearance, but I also had a reputation to uphold. Students looked to me as a mentor and role model, and I couldn't afford to let them down.

I headed downstairs, the echo of my footsteps reverberating through the grand hall of my mansion. My mother had decorated every corner of this place with her love and attention to detail, and it was a reminder of the deep bond we shared. She was everything to me, the person who had nurtured my ambitions and supported my dreams. But as much as I cherished our relationship, there was one subject we often clashed over-marriage.

"Samarth!" my mother's voice called out from the kitchen. I could already smell the aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingling with the scent of something delicious. I made my way to the kitchen, where she stood stirring a pot on the stove, her face lighting up when she saw me.

"There you are! I was wondering when you'd finally wake up. You know how important breakfast is," she teased, a playful glint in her eyes.

"Yeah, yeah, I know," I replied, smiling despite the nagging thought in the back of my mind. "How's your morning going?"

"Just fine, dear. But I need to talk to you about something important," she said, her tone shifting slightly.

I braced myself. This was it. The talk about marriage always came with an undercurrent of urgency. "What's on your mind?"

"It's about your future, Samarth," she began, her gaze steady on mine. "You're accomplished, you're settled in your career, and I think it's time to start considering-"

"Mom, we've talked about this. I'm focused on my career right now. Marriage isn't exactly on my to-do list," I interrupted, trying to maintain my composure.

"Your career is important, but so is finding someone to share your life with. You can't just work all the time," she replied, her voice tinged with concern. "I want to see you happy."

I nodded, but deep down, the thought of marriage felt daunting. I admired my mother's unwavering support, but the idea of letting someone into my life in that way scared me. What if it disrupted the balance I had fought so hard to create?

"Can we just take it one step at a time? I'll consider it, but right now, I just want to focus on my students and my work," I said, hoping to appease her.

She sighed, knowing I was deflecting. "Alright, I understand. But just know that I want what's best for you, Samarth. I love you."

TIME SKIPS

Arriving at the university, the campus buzzed with energy as students hurried to their classes. I parked my car and stepped out, taking a moment to breathe in the fresh air. The sun was shining, illuminating the beautifully designed buildings, a blend of modern architecture and classic styles that always inspired me.

As I walked towards the architecture department, I spotted a group of students gathered outside, their animated discussions creating a vibrant atmosphere. Among them was a girl I had seen earlier in the orientation session being over clumsy

I really dont except anything good from her.