Ekansh sighed, his eyes clouding over with memories of the past, memories that he had tried to bury deep within himself, but which still lingered, refusing to be forgotten. He started to tell his story, his voice barely above a whisper, as if he was afraid of being overheard, or as if he was afraid of confronting the demons of his past.

"During my college days, bhai, Parth, and I used to study at a college, hiding our identity as Goenkas," he said, his eyes gazing into the distance, as if he was trying to recall a memory that was hidden deep within his mind. "We didn't want to be the center of attraction, like we were at our school, where many students would befriend us just because of our family name." Ekansh's voice was laced with a mix of emotions - nostalgia, sadness, and regret - as he recalled the days when he and his brothers had tried to live a normal life, free from the burdens of their family name.

Ekansh's voice turned wistful, his eyes gazing into the distance, as he recalled the day he met Inaaya. "That's where I met Inaaya, a simple middle-class girl," he said, a faint smile on his lips. "Her gentle and kind nature attracted me towards her. It was love at first sight." Ekansh's eyes sparkled with memories of Inaaya, memories that he had tried to forget, but which still lingered, refusing to be forgotten.

Ekansh's voice turned bitter, his eyes clouding over with memories of his past self. "I used to stalk her, watching her from afar, too afraid to approach her," he said, his voice laced with self-deprecation. "I was considered the nerd of the school, and not many students wanted to befriend me. Neither did I care," he said, his voice laced with a mix of emotions - sadness, regret, and longing. "But then, one day, Inaaya herself came to me. I was on cloud nine." Ekansh's eyes sparkled with memories of Inaaya, memories that he had tried to forget, but which still lingered, refusing to be forgotten.

Ekansh's voice turned wistful, his eyes gazing into the distance, as he recalled the days when he and Inaaya used to spend time together. "We used to have normal conversations with each other," he said, a faint smile on his lips. "I was very fond of her company, and I used to cherish the moments I spent with her." Ekansh's voice turned dreamy, his eyes gazing into the distance, as he recalled the days when he had been in love with Inaaya.

Ekansh's voice turned bitter, his eyes clouding over with memories of his past heartbreak. "She had captivated me with her charisma and beauty," he said, his voice laced with regret. "I was like a love-sick puppy, eager to do her bidding. She had me wrapped around her fingers," he said, his voice laced with self-deprecation. "Many times, my brothers tried to make me understand that this was not love, but I was too deaf to listen." Ekansh's voice turned cold, his eyes flashing with anger, as he recalled the day when Inaaya had rejected him.

Ekansh's voice turned bitter, his eyes clouding over with memories of his past heartbreak. "One day, I decided to propose to her and tell her my secrets about being a Goenka," he said, his voice laced with pain. "I gathered the courage and confessed, but only to get a humiliating rejection from her," he said, his voice laced with regret. "She did it all because of a bet, a challenge given by Vishal Singh, the most popular guy in college, and also her boyfriend. If she won, he would accept her as his girlfriend." Ekansh's voice turned cold, his eyes flashing with anger, as he recalled the day when Inaaya had rejected him

The sun was shining brightly on the college campus, casting a warm glow over the lush green lawns and the bustling corridors, where students were hurrying to their next class or gathering in groups to socialize and catch up on the latest gossip. Ekansh, his heart pounding with excitement and nervousness, stood in the middle of the campus, waiting for Inaaya to arrive, his eyes scanning the crowd for a glimpse of her familiar face. He had been planning this moment for weeks, mustering up the courage to confess his feelings to her, and he couldn't wait to see her reaction.

As he waited, he couldn't help but think about the countless times he had watched her from afar, admiring her beauty and her intelligence, and wondering what it would be like to be with her. He had been smitten with her since the day he met her, and he knew that he had to tell her how he felt, no matter how scared he was of rejection. Ekansh took a deep breath and tried to calm his nerves, reminding himself that he had nothing to lose and everything to gain.

Just then, Inaaya emerged from the crowd, a smirk on her face and a glint in her eye, as if she knew exactly what was about to happen and was enjoying the drama of it all. Ekansh's heart skipped a beat as he watched her approach him, the whole college watching with bated breath, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding before them. "Inaaya," Ekansh said, his voice trembling with nervousness, as he tried to get her attention and prepare her for what he was about to say.

"Inaaya," Ekansh repeated, his voice a little louder this time, as he tried to get her to focus on him and listen to what he had to say. "Can I talk to you for a minute?" Inaaya looked at him with a mixture of amusement and contempt, her eyes rolling heavenward as if she couldn't believe he was actually asking her out. Ekansh's heart sank, but he refused to back down, his heart pounding with determination.

"Inaaya, I know this may seem sudden, but I have to tell you how I feel," Ekansh said, his voice shaking with emotion, as he tried to pour his heart out to her. "I've been watching you for a long time, and I have to say, I'm really drawn to you. You're smart, you're beautiful, and you're kind. I think we could really connect, and I was wondering if you'd like to go out with me." The crowd around them began to snicker and giggle, and Ekansh's face burned with humiliation.

Inaaya's expression turned cold, her eyes flashing with anger, as if she couldn't believe Ekansh had actually asked her out. "You're pathetic, Ekansh," she spat, her voice dripping with venom. "And you're delusional if you think I feel the same way. I'm only talking to you because I feel sorry for you, not because I'm interested in you." The crowd around them erupted into laughter and jeers, and Ekansh's heart broke.

He felt like he had been punched in the gut, like all the air had been sucked out of him. He couldn't believe what was happening, couldn't believe that Inaaya was rejecting him so publicly and so cruelly. Ekansh's eyes filled with tears, and he felt like he was going to throw up. He turned to walk away, but Inaaya's voice stopped him.

"Wait, Ekansh," Inaaya said, her voice dripping with malice. "I'm not done with you yet." Ekansh turned back to face her, his heart heavy with foreboding. Inaaya smiled, a cruel smile that made Ekansh's blood run cold. And then, to add insult to injury, she turned to Vishal Singh, the most popular guy in college, and kissed him passionately in front of the whole college.

The crowd erupted into cheers and applause, and Ekansh's heart shattered into a million pieces. He felt like he had been humiliated, like he had been made a fool of in front of the whole college. Ekansh turned and walked away, his eyes blinded by tears, his heart heavy with humiliation and heartbreak. He knew that he would never be able to show his face in college again, that he would never be able to live down the humiliation of

Aashvika's eyes were wide with shock as she listened to Ekansh's story, her mind reeling with the painful details of his past. She had never expected such a heart-wrenching tale from someone like Ekansh, who always seemed so confident and self-assured. As she listened to his words, she felt a pang of sadness and empathy for him, her heart going out to the vulnerable and hurt person he had once been. She couldn't imagine how he must have felt, being rejected so publicly and cruelly, his heart broken into a million pieces.

As Ekansh finished his story, Aashvika felt a surge of compassion for him, her eyes filling with tears of sympathy. She realized that Ekansh's fear of love was not just a simple phobia, but a deep-seated wound that had been inflicted on him by Inaaya's cruel rejection. Aashvika's heart went out to him, and she felt a strong desire to comfort him, to let him know that she was there for him, and that she cared.

Aashvika's eyes locked onto Ekansh's, and she felt a deep connection to him, a sense of understanding and empathy that she had never felt before. "Ekansh, I'm so sorry that you had to go through that," she said, her voice soft and gentle, filled with compassion and concern. "No one deserves to be hurt like that, especially not someone as kind and caring as you."

Ekansh looked at her, his eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and gratitude, his face softening with emotion. "Thanks, Aashvika," he said, his voice barely above a whisper, his words filled with sincerity and appreciation. "I guess I needed to get that off my chest." Aashvika nodded, her eyes still locked onto Ekansh's, her expression filled with understanding and empathy.

Aashvika nodded, her eyes still locked onto Ekansh's, her expression filled with understanding and empathy. "I'm glad you told me," she said, her voice soft and gentle. "And I'm glad you asked me to go to the reunion with you." Ekansh's eyes searched hers, and Aashvika could see the hint of a smile on his lips, a smile that filled her heart with joy and happiness.

Ekansh's eyes searched hers, and Aashvika could see the hint of a smile on his lips, a smile that filled her heart with joy and happiness. "So, you'll go with me?" he asked, his voice filled with hope and anticipation, his eyes shining with excitement. Aashvika nodded, a small smile on her lips, her heart filled with a sense of joy and happiness.

"Yes, I'll go with you," she said, her voice soft and gentle, filled with conviction and determination. Ekansh's face broke into a wide smile, and Aashvika felt a pang of happiness for him, her heart filled with joy and excitement. She knew that this was just the beginning of a new chapter in their lives, a chapter filled with hope, happiness, and possibility.