Author's POV:

Mornings were supposed to be peaceful. Calm. Gentle. Something out of a wellness ad.

But not in this apartment.

And definitely not in their lives.

The sun had barely risen, casting lazy streaks of golden light into the small but cozy apartment. It was only 6:00 AM, but one would think it's the climax of some Bollywood drama. Birds chirped softly outside, and the world was waking up slowly... except for Saanvika Sharma's nerves. Because today was her first day of college.

And she had a point to prove - not just to the world but to herself.

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Saanvika's POV:

"Hwwhhh..."

She stood in front of the mirror, inhaling deeply. Her reflection stared back with wide, anxious eyes and slightly messed-up curls.

Saanvika (to herself, softly):

"Good morning, Saanu... Aaj tera first day hai college mein. Ab bas tujhe apni life mein itna aage badhna hai ki koi tujhe rok na paaye."

(Good morning, Saanu. Today is your first day in college. Now you just have to move so far ahead in life that no one can ever stop you.)

With determined eyes, she grabbed her towel and stepped out of the room for a quick freshen-up.

But the moment she opened the door...

Everything. Froze.

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Author's POV:

There he was - Vyom Nomani - in all his early morning glory. In the balcony. Doing his intense workout.

His black tank top clung to his perfectly sculpted body, sweat glistening against his muscles like dew on petals. His hair was damp, wet from a quick rinse, falling casually over his forehead. The early sunrays slanted across his body, highlighting every curve, every edge.

He looked like one of those fitness influencers that make you feel guilty for skipping a workout - and this was just 6:00 AM.

Saanvika (thinking aloud):

"So hot... His body, his muscular body, his muscles, his wet hair... God damn, he's so hot..."

But then... the Greek god noticed her.

Vyom (raising an eyebrow):

"What?"

Startled out of her trance, Saanvika's brain short-circuited.

Saanvika (blurting):

"What nahi... hot..."

Vyom (confused and frowning):

"What? Are you out of your mind?"

Author's POV:

Caught. Red-handed. And red-faced.

Saanvika blinked rapidly, trying to recover whatever dignity she had left.

Saanvika (fumbling):

"Hot... I mean the weather is so hot, na. Kitni garmi hai aaj!"

(Hot... I mean the weather is so hot today, right? It's so warm!)

Vyom (murmuring to himself while wiping sweat):

"Pata nahi kaunsi pagal ladki se saamna ho gaya hai mera... Bas kuch mahine Vyom, tu jhel le. Aise aise criminals ko tu jhel leta hai, yeh 5-footiya kya cheez hai..."

(God knows which crazy girl I've encountered. Just a few months, Vyom, you can survive this. You handle dangerous criminals, she's just a 5-foot tall menace...)

Saanvika squinted at him, catching only the tail-end of his sarcasm.

Saanvika (annoyed):

"Kya kaha tumne? I know kuch bakwas hi ki hogi! Aur mere paas abhi time nahi hai tumhari bakwas ka jawab dene ka, warna batati..."

(What did you say? I know you were talking nonsense again! And I don't have time right now to give you a fitting reply, otherwise I'd have shown you...)

Vyom (rolling his eyes):

"Same here, Miss Whatever."

He turned and casually walked toward the washroom, towel draped over his shoulder.

But fate - and a furious girl - had other plans.

Saanvika (snapping):

"Oh hello! Kahan??"

(Oh hello! Where do you think you're going?)

Vyom (with fake patience):

"Kyun? Tumhari aankhein kharaab hai?"

(Why? Are your eyes not working?)

Saanvika (confused and irritated):

"Kya? Kyun?"

(What? Why?)

Vyom (deadpan):

"Tabhi toh tumhe dikhayi nahi de raha ki main washroom jaa raha hoon."

(That's why you clearly can't see that I'm going to the washroom.)

Saanvika (sarcastically clapping):

"Oh thank you so much batane ke liye. Mujhe toh pata hi nahi tha."

(Oh thank you so much for informing me. I had absolutely no idea.)

Vyom (smirking):

"You're welcome. Itni toh help kar hi sakta hoon."

(You're welcome. I can at least help this much.)

She moved in front of him, arms crossed.

Saanvika (firmly):

"Pehle main aayi thi, toh pehle main washroom use karungi. Mujhe apne first day pe hi late nahi hona hai. So please side hato... Mr. Dhanushvaan."

(I came first, so I'll use the washroom first. I don't want to be late on my first day. So please move... Mr. Dhanushvaan.)

Vyom (laughing):

"Dhanushvaan??"

(Dhanushvaan = One who shoots arrows)

Saanvika (muttering under breath):

"Yes you! Mr. Dhanushvaan... Kab dekho tab mooh se zehreelay teer chhodte rehte ho. Ab hato. Kal bhale hi tum jeet gaye the mujhe room se bahar nikalne mein, par aaj nahi."

(Yes, you! Always shooting poison arrows from your mouth. Move. Yesterday you won by kicking me out of the room, but not today.)

Vyom (leaning in slightly):

"Tumhe toh..."

(You're really...)

Then taking a deep breath and stepping back:

Vyom (challenging tone):

"Tumhare paas sirf 10 minute hai."

(You only have 10 minutes.)

Saanvika (raising one brow):

"Really? Ab tum mujhe bataoge ki mujhe kitni der washroom use karna hai? Nahi aayi toh? Kar lo jo karna hai."

(Really? Now you'll decide how long I get to use the washroom? If I don't come out in 10 minutes? Do what you want.)

Vyom (smirking):

"Agar 10 minute mein nahi aayi toh kal se washroom use karna bhool jaana."

(If you don't come out in 10 minutes, forget about using the washroom from tomorrow.)

Saanvika (gritting her teeth, muttering while walking):

"Yeh banda samajhta kya hai khud ko? Don hai kahin ka... Aise orders chala raha hai jaise main koi naukar hoon iski. Badtameez kahin ka."

(What does this guy think he is? Some kind of don? Giving orders like I'm his maid. What a rude jerk.)

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Author's POV:

If you thought roommates were a blessing, well... welcome to chaos. Vyom and Saanvika were two extremes forced under the same roof. One calm and brooding, the other fiery and impulsive. The only thing more heated than their fights was the silent tension neither wanted to acknowledge.

And it was only Day 1.

They had no idea that sharing a washroom was just the beginning.

Because when life makes you live with your complete opposite... sparks aren't optional.

They're inevitable.

To Be Continued...

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