Part 1
A gentle wind ran across the deserted countryside road, brushing Vanya Kapoor’s hair across her cheek. Rivaan Kapoor was at the wheel, his signature smirk stretching lazily across his face as the silence between them thickened with anticipation.
“Say it,” Rivaan demanded, eyes on the road, but voice dipped in amusement.
Vanya rolled her eyes, still clinging to her pride. “Say what?”
“You’re my fan. Say it. Scream it.”
A moment of pause. Then, Vanya leaned out the window, hands cupped around her lips, her voice tearing through the open skies “I am your fan!” She giggled, wild and free, then added, louder than before, “I LOVE YOU, RIVAAN KAPOOR!”
And that’s when fate spun the wheel. Literally
The car veered off the road, screeching against the gravel. Tyres skidded, dust ros
