WHEN SUNSHINE MEETS DARKNESS

☀️ ANSHIKA PATEL

Age: 19
Hometown: Gujarat
College: HVIS College of Science and Technology
Nationality: Indian
Personality: Chaotic. Loud. Warm. Stubborn. A little broken.

Anshika Patel was the kind of girl who could turn a completely silent room into a disaster within five minutes.

She talked too much.

Laughed too loudly.

Got attached too easily.

And somehow managed to make friends with people she had sworn she hated three days ago.

To everyone around her, Anshika was sunshine.

The girl who walked into college with a smile even after having the worst morning.

The girl who would make everyone laugh and then quietly go home and wonder why she always felt like she was falling apart when nobody was looking.

She was chaos wrapped in colourful clothes, unfinished assignments, terrible decisions and an annoyingly big heart.

But there were pieces of Anshika that nobody knew.

Things she didn't talk about.

Things she had buried so deeply that sometimes even she pretended they never happened.

She had learned to laugh over the things that hurt.

And perhaps that was her biggest weakness.

Because people mistook her ability to smile for an absence of pain.

Until Vedant Sharma walked into her classroom.

And suddenly, the past she had spent years trying to forget had a face again.

🌑 VEDANT SHARMA

Age: 23
Hometown: Delhi
Occupation: Professor at HVIS College of Science and Technology
Personality: Reserved. Sharp. Calculated. Intimidating. Observant.

Vedant Sharma was a Delhi ka munda in every possible way.

Blunt.

Confident.

Impossible to read.

And absolutely incapable of pretending to care about someone's opinion when he didn't.

He wasn't the kind of professor students whispered about because he was strict.

They whispered because there was something about him that made people uncomfortable.

The silence.

The eyes that noticed everything.

The expression that never gave anything away.

Vedant didn't come to HVIS for the job.

At least, that wasn't the real reason.

He came because of her.

Anshika Patel.

A name he had spent years trying to erase.

A person he had once trusted.

A person who had left behind a wound that never completely healed.

And now he had finally found a way back into her life.

Except there was one problem.

He had come for revenge.

He had planned every step.

He knew what he wanted.

He knew what he believed she had done.

And he was determined not to let himself forget why he had returned.

But then he saw her again.

The same girl.

The same chaos.

The same stupid smile.

Only this time, there was something different behind her eyes.

Something he hadn't expected.

Something that made him question the one thing he had been completely certain about—

Was Anshika really the villain of his story?

Or had someone made sure he believed she was?