Chapter 4

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Finallyyyy here is Chapter 4 of Forbidden Love – Devotion of Innocent Hearts 🥹✨

I hope you all feel the emotions the way I felt while writing it

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Now go and enjoy the chapter…

Author Pov:

After leaving school, everyone went their separate ways.

Ishvik and Eshaan were still arguing about something random while walking toward the gate. Aarohi waved one last time before getting into her car.

And Netrabhan—

He walked quietly, hands in his pockets, mind strangely occupied.

Occupied with thoughts he didn’t want to admit.

Meanwhile, Kashvi and Saanvi reached home.

The day felt long.

New school.

New faces.

New emotions.

As soon as Kashvi entered her house, she kept her bag on the table and went straight to her room. She changed into comfortable clothes and washed her face.

Looking at herself in the mirror for a second—

She remembered that moment.

His voice.

“I’m Netrabhan.”

She quickly shook her head. “Stop it, Kashvi.”

She went downstairs and had some snacks her mother had prepared.

Her mother asked gently, “How was your first day?”

Kashvi replied normally, “Achha tha. Sab theek hai.”

She didn’t explain much.

Some feelings are too new to describe.

After finishing her snacks, she stood up and said, “Mumma, main Saanvi ke ghar jaa rahi hoon.”

Her mother nodded. “Theek hai, zyada der mat rehna.”

“Ji.”

Kashvi replied and stepped outside.

As she walked toward Saanvi’s house—

Her mind replayed the entire day.

The introductions.

The teasing.

The Instagram conversation.

And most of all—

The way he looked at her without saying much.

She tried convincing herself it was nothing.

But deep down—

She knew something had changed.

Kashvi reached Saanvi’s house and went straight to her room.

The door was half open.

Inside, Saanvi was lying on her bed, scrolling through her phone.

Kashvi walked in quietly and sat beside her.

“Saanvi… tujhe ek baat bataun?”

Her voice was softer than usual.

Saanvi immediately noticed.

She kept her phone aside and studied her face carefully.

“Haan bata na. Aur tu itni nervous kyun hai? Kuch hua hai kya?”

Kashvi looked down at her hands.

“Haan… mera matlab… nahi…”

Saanvi sat up straight. “Arre seedha bol na!”

Kashvi took a deep breath.

“Tujhe maine bataya tha na… uss ladke ke baare mein…toh..toh...”

Saanvi’s eyes widened. “Haan haan! Bata jaldi! Toh toh kya? Aise kyun atak rahi hai?”

Kashvi closed her eyes for a second and said in one go—

“Woh ladka koi aur nahi… woh humare naye school ka topper… Netrabhan hai.”

Silence.

Two seconds.

Three seconds.

And then—

Saanvi stood up dramatically. “Kyaaa?! Kya??!”

And before Kashvi could react—

She fainted.

“KYA?!

SAANVI!”

Kashvi quickly held her shoulders and shook her lightly.

“Saanvi! Drama band kar!”

But Saanvi didn’t respond.

Kashvi panicked slightly and quickly grabbed a water bottle from the table.

She sprinkled some water on her face.

After a few seconds—

Saanvi slowly opened her eyes.

She blinked twice and saw Kashvi hovering over her.

“Kashvi…” she said weakly, “tujhe pata hai maine sapna dekha…”

Kashvi stared at her.

“Us sapne mein tu mujhe bata rahi thi ki woh jo ladka jiske baare mein tune bataya tha… woh koi aur nahi… humare naye school ka topper Netrabhan hai…”

Kashvi stared at her in disbelief.

Then she lightly slapped her arm. “Pagal! Woh sapna nahi tha. Maine hi tujhe bataya!”

Saanvi’s eyes went wide again.

“KYA? Sach mein?!”

Kashvi nodded slowly.

Saanvi kept staring at Kashvi for a full ten seconds.

Then she dramatically placed her hand on her forehead.

“Kya coincidence hai bhai… matlab ab kya hi bolun main?”

Kashvi bit her lower lip, trying not to smile too much. “Mujhe khud samajh nahi aa raha…”

Saanvi suddenly grabbed her shoulders. “Tu samajh rahi hai na situation? Jis ladke ko tu itne time se yaad kar rahi thi… jiske baare mein itna socha… woh seedha humare new school ka class topper hai!”

Kashvi softly replied, “Maine socha bhi nahi tha… ki kabhi aisa bhi hoga.”

Saanvi narrowed her eyes playfully. “yeh sab tune usse notes kyu nhi poocha?”

Kashvi immediately looked away. “Bas aise hi…”

“Bas aise hi wahh madam wahh,”

Saanvi teased "ohh uss wajah se mujhe kuch dhak dhak ka sound aara tha, mujhe toh pata hi nhi tha woh dhak dhak nhi woh toh meri dost ki dhadkan badh gyi thi kisi ko dekh kar..."

Kashvi threw a pillow at her. “Chup!”

Both of them started laughing.

After a moment, Saanvi became a little serious.

“Waise… usne tujhe pehchana?”

Kashvi paused.

She remembered the way he looked at her. The silent stares. The intensity.

“Pata nahi,” she replied honestly. “Kabhi lagta hai haan… kabhi lagta hai nahi.”

Saanvi smirked. “Mujhe toh lagta hai usko bhi kuch feel hua hai.”

Kashvi’s heart skipped. “Aise hi mat bol…”

Saanvi leaned closer. “Sach bata… jab usne apna naam bola na — ‘I’m Netrabhan’ — tab kya feel hua?”

Kashvi looked down shyly.

“Acha naam hai… Netrabhan,” she whispered unconsciously.

Saanvi gasped dramatically. “Bas! Case serious hai!”

Kashvi hid her face in the pillow.

Outside, evening light slowly faded into night.

Inside that room—

Two best friends were sitting on the edge of something new.

Something unpredictable.

And somewhere in another house—

Netrabhan is also be replaying the same day in his mind.

Because sometimes…

Coincidences are not just coincidences.

Netrabhan Pov:

It was supposed to be a normal day.

New session. Same classroom. Same people.

I don’t usually pay attention to new admissions. They come, they adjust, life moves on.

But that morning—

When the principal walked into the class with two new girls—

Something felt different.

I wasn’t even trying to look.

But I did.

And then I saw her.

She looked nervous. Not weak-nervous. Just… overwhelmed. Like someone trying very hard to stay composed.

When the principal said her name—

“Kashvi.”

I repeated it silently in my head.

Kashvi.

I don’t know why.

I’ve heard hundreds of names before.

This one just stayed.

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When I introduced myself — “I’m Netrabhan.” — I kept my voice normal.

Controlled.

But for a second, our eyes met.

She looked at me like she was trying to understand something.

Or maybe I was the one trying to understand.

Throughout the class, I noticed something unusual.

She focused on studies.

Properly.

No attention-seeking behavior.

And when the teacher told them to take notes from us—

She asked everyone.

Except me.

That was strange.

Not insulting.

Just… noticeable.

Did she feel awkward?

Or was she avoiding me?

I didn’t offer my notebook either.

I don’t know why.

Maybe I wanted her to ask.

And when she didn’t—

I felt something unexpected.

A small disappointment.

Which makes no sense.

It was just notes.

During lunch, when Ishvik asked about Instagram and she said “haan hai” —

I didn’t react.

I don’t use it anyway.

But when they found out I don’t use Instagram, I noticed her reaction.

She didn’t laugh.

She didn’t mock.

She just… observed.

Like she was thinking something.

And that look—

It wasn’t judgmental.

It was curious.

In the free period, when we went to the back bench—

I wasn’t planning to sit there.

But I did.

And every time she tucked her hair behind her ear, or looked down shyly when teased—

I found myself noticing details I shouldn’t be noticing.

That’s not like me.

I don’t get distracted easily.

Especially not on the first day.

And when the final bell rang—

I don’t know why I looked at her before leaving.

But I did.

She was already looking at me.

That moment was quiet.

No smiles.

No words.

But something passed between us.

I don’t know what.

And that’s what’s bothering me.

Because I don’t believe in instant connections.

I don’t believe in filmy coincidences.

Yet today—

A girl I met for the first time managed to disturb my focus without even trying.

And I don’t even know why.

I don’t know her story.

I don’t know what she thinks.

All I know is—

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When I closed my book that night…

Her name crossed my mind again.

Kashvi.

Strange.

Very strange.

But no.

I shouldn’t think about this.

I have goals.

I have priorities.

Distractions are not for me.

From tomorrow—

I will start avoiding her.

I cannot get distracted.

No matter what.

That was the final thought before I turned off the lights.

Author Pov:

After teasing, drama, and overreaction, Kashvi finally left Saanvi’s house.

The evening air felt cooler now.

But her thoughts were still warm.

Busy.

Full.

She walked home slowly, replaying every single moment of the day.

The way he said his name.

The way he didn’t use Instagram.

The way he just… watched.

When she reached home, her mother called from the dining area, “Dinner ready hai.”

Kashvi freshened up and joined her family at the table.

Her father asked casually, “School kaisa tha?”

“Achha tha,” she replied softly.

Simple answer.

After dinner, she went to her room, closed the door gently, and placed her bag on the study table.

She took out the notebooks she had borrowed and started completing the notes carefully.

Her handwriting was neat.

Focused.

But between the lines—

Her mind drifted.

Once she finished, she arranged everything properly.

Then she opened her drawer.

And took out her diary.

The one place where she hides nothing.

She sat on her bed, legs folded, and opened to a fresh page.

For a few seconds, she just stared at the blank paper.

Then slowly—

She started writing.

Dear Diary,

Today something strange happened.

I saw him again.

Or maybe… for the first time properly.

His name is Netrabhan.

Acha naam hai na?

He doesn’t talk much. He doesn’t smile much either. But when he looks… it feels like he’s thinking deeply about something.

I don’t know why I couldn’t ask him for notes.

I don’t know why my heart beats faster when he looks at me.

I don’t even know what this feeling is.

But today when he said “I’m Netrabhan”… it felt like that moment stopped for a second.

Maybe I’m overthinking.

Maybe it’s nothing.

But diary… if I could tell him something, I would tell him this—

You don’t know me.

And I don’t know you.

But today, for some reason… you stayed in my mind longer than you should have.

She paused.

Her pen hovered in the air.

Then she added one last line—

Let’s see what tomorrow brings.

She closed the diary gently and kept it under her pillow.

Turned off the lights.

But even in darkness—

One name echoed softly in her heart.

Netrabhan.

So… kaisa laga chapter? 🥺💗

I know this chapter was a little short, but next time pakka I’ll try to make it longer and more interesting for you all.

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Bye bye, see you in the next chapter. Take care! 💖✨