Baavle Utaavle ~ A RuNak Three-Shot [Completed]

Jhanak and Aniruddh are two individuals who cannot stand each other. However, unbeknowst to both of them, both have the same obsession "Lose virginity". What happens when this common obsession brings them face to face with each other?

Prologue:

Jhanak Chatterjee was the queen bee of St. Xavier's College. With her edgy leather jackets, fiery personality, and a reputation for turning heads wherever she went, she wasn't just popular—she was untouchable. Known for her boldness and sharp tongue, Jhanak was the girl every guy wanted and every girl envied. She breezed through college life like a force of nature, with a crew of equally confident friends who only amplified her magnetic presence. But beneath the confident smirks and the air of effortless cool, Jhanak harbored a secret that she'd never dare share with anyone: she was obsessed with the idea of "losing her virginity."

It wasn't about romance or love—no, Jhanak didn't have time for that sentimental nonsense. For her, it was a matter of control, a step into adulthood that she believed would shatter the pedestal people had put her on. She wasn't about to let anyone think she was perfect or untouchable anymore. No, she was determined to tick this off her list.

On the other side was Aniruddh Bose, the complete opposite of Jhanak. While she basked in the spotlight, he found comfort in the shadows. A lanky, bespectacled psychology student and Jhanak's super-senior, Aniruddh spent more time immersed in books than interacting with people. He avoided parties and college events, choosing instead the quiet companionship of his laptop. Intelligent, reserved, and almost invisible, Aniruddh lived a life of deliberate anonymity—just the way he preferred it.

If Jhanak was the college rockstar, Aniruddh was the guy who sat in the last row of her fan club meeting, pretending not to care. They'd crossed paths several times, but their interactions were always laced with disdain. To Jhanak, Aniruddh was a boring, uptight know-it-all who needed to loosen up. To Aniruddh, Jhanak was the epitome of chaos and drama—everything he avoided in life.

But like Jhanak, Aniruddh had a secret of his own. While he appeared to be the picture of academic perfection, his mind often wandered to one singular, embarrassing fixation: he, too, was obsessed with the idea of losing his virginity. For Aniruddh, however, it wasn't about control—it was about freedom. He believed shedding this part of his innocence would make him feel like less of a misfit in a world that constantly seemed ahead of him.

Unbeknownst to either of them, their paths were about to collide in the most unexpected way.

In a twisted game of wit, pride, and desperation, their paths intertwine in ways neither could have predicted. And as their "secret mission" to shed their innocence brings them face to face with one another, they're forced to confront not just their differences but also the undeniable sparks flying between them.

Chapter 1

The Collision

St. Xavier’s College was abuzz with excitement for the annual Freshers' Party. The hall was a kaleidoscope of lights and energy, filled with students eager to make an impression. For Jhanak Chatterjee, the queen bee of the college, it was just another stage to dominate. Draped in a stunning black dress and her signature leather jacket, she entered with her entourage, radiating confidence. Her bold, piercing gaze silenced conversations, and the room practically parted to let her through.

On the other side of the hall, unnoticed by most, stood Aniruddh Bose, a senior psychology student who had been roped into the party by his friend Sameer. Aniruddh had little interest in the social chaos around him. He adjusted his glasses and focused on his phone, hoping the night would pass uneventfully.

But fate had other plans.

When the emcee announced a game, the crowd buzzed with excitement. Two bowls were presented: one contained the names of seniors, and the other, the names of freshers. Two chits would be drawn, and the chosen pair would have to perform a romantic couple dance.

Jhanak leaned back, confident her name wouldn’t come up. She had better things to do than dance with some random senior. But as luck would have it, her name was the first one drawn from the fresher's bowl. A wave of cheers erupted. Jhanak smirked, flicking her hair, as she walked toward the center of the hall.

The senior’s name was drawn next: "Aniruddh Bose."

The room went silent for a moment before laughter and whispers filled the air. Jhanak froze, her smirk vanishing. Aniruddh’s head shot up, his face pale as he processed what had just happened.

As Aniruddh hesitantly walked toward her, Jhanak’s disgust was evident. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she muttered under her breath.

The music started, and the crowd began chanting for them to dance. Aniruddh, visibly uncomfortable, extended his hand toward Jhanak. “Let’s just get this over with,” he mumbled.

Jhanak scoffed loudly. “With you? Are you serious?” Her voice cut through the noise, and everyone turned their attention to the pair. “I’d rather dance with a broomstick than with you.”

The crowd erupted into laughter, and Aniruddh’s face flushed with humiliation. He turned and walked off the stage, his shoulders slumped. Jhanak’s friends cheered her for her wit, but a small flicker of guilt gnawed at her as she watched him leave.

Later that night, Aniruddh sat in his dimly lit room, replaying the humiliation in his mind. The words stung more than he cared to admit. “Why did I even go to that stupid party?” he muttered. Sameer tried to console him, but Aniruddh waved him off.

Meanwhile, Jhanak was equally frustrated. While she reveled in her queen-bee image, her sharp words had unsettled her. She drowned her thoughts in loud music, hoping to shake off the unease.

Both found themselves venting to their respective friends. Sameer, in an attempt to cheer Aniruddh up, mentioned a new app that promised casual encounters with strangers—no strings attached. “Dude, you’ve been stuck in your books for too long. It’s time to live a little,” Sameer said.

On the other end, Jhanak’s friend Megha suggested the same app. “You keep talking about breaking that ‘untouchable’ image. Why not just go for it? No one will know.”

Fueled by frustration and a desire to escape their emotions, both Jhanak and Aniruddh reluctantly downloaded the app and created profiles.

The app worked on a unique algorithm—it paired users based on their proximity and preferences. Within minutes, both received a notification: You’ve been matched.

Jhanak smiled smugly, assuming she’d get paired with someone who matched her fiery energy. Aniruddh hesitated but finally accepted the match, hoping for someone who’d help him break free from his self-imposed isolation.

The instructions led them to a small, discreet café where strangers often met before heading to private arrangements. Both arrived at the same time, unaware of what awaited them.

Jhanak entered first, scanning the room confidently. Her eyes landed on a figure sitting awkwardly in the corner, fidgeting with his glasses. She froze.

“Aniruddh?!” she blurted out, louder than she intended.

Aniruddh looked up, equally stunned. “Jhanak? No way…”

They stared at each other in disbelief, the absurdity of the situation sinking in.

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To be continued.

Beautifully written. please continue writing

Chapter 3 (Last Chapter)

The warmth of the morning sun woke Jhanak. She stretched lazily, the events of the previous night rushing back to her in vivid detail. A small, contented smile played on her lips as she remembered Aniruddh’s touch, his tenderness, and the surprising connection they had found.

But when she turned to the other side of the bed, she found it empty.

Her smile faded as confusion set in. She glanced around the room, hoping to see him somewhere, but the stillness of the space confirmed he was gone.

Her heart sank. Why had he left? Did he regret what had happened?

Jhanak sat up, pulling the blanket around her as her mind raced. For the first time in years, she felt unsure, exposed. Last night wasn’t just about physical intimacy—it had been something more. Something she hadn’t expected to feel with someone like Aniruddh.

She stared at the spot where he had lain beside her, her fingers brushing against the faint imprint of his presence. The emptiness he left behind felt heavier than she could have imagined.

“Why would he leave?” she murmured, her voice barely audible.

Meanwhile: Aniruddh’s Struggle

Aniruddh wandered aimlessly through the streets, the city’s noise doing little to drown out the storm in his mind. His chest felt hollow, and yet his thoughts were a cacophony of doubts and regrets.

He hated himself for leaving, but he hated the thought of facing her even more. The humiliation he had endured in the past haunted him, making him believe that last night was a fluke—something she might laugh about later or pretend never happened.

“She’s Jhanak Chatterjee,” he muttered to himself, bitterness lacing his words. “The queen bee of St. Xavier’s. And I’m… no one.”

But even as he tried to convince himself that leaving was the right thing to do, a part of him longed to turn back, to take the risk, to see if she felt the same.

Jhanak’s Realization

As the hours passed, Jhanak couldn’t shake the heaviness in her chest. She replayed their moments together, from their awkward beginnings to the tenderness they’d shared last night. And then, a thought struck her—what if he had left because of her?

Her behavior at the Fresher’s Party, her harsh words, her fiery defenses—all of it must have hurt him more than she realized. Jhanak had always worn her confidence like armor, using it to push people away, but Aniruddh had seen past that. He had seen her for who she really was, and she had hurt him in return.

For the first time in her life, Jhanak felt regret—not just for her actions, but for the walls she had built around herself.

“I have to find him,” she whispered, determination setting in.

Jhanak’s Search

Jhanak wasted no time. She threw on her clothes, her mind racing with thoughts of where Aniruddh could have gone. She knew he wasn’t the type to vanish without reason, and deep down, she knew he was struggling just as much as she was.

She started with the obvious places—his favorite coffee shop, the campus library, even the quiet park near his hostel. Each time she came up empty-handed, her frustration grew, but so did her determination.

Finally, as the afternoon sun began its descent, she spotted him on the stone steps of an old church tucked away in a quiet corner of the city. He was sitting alone, his head resting in his hands, lost in thought.

Aniruddh’s Pain

Aniruddh had spent the day battling the voices in his head. One moment, he wanted to go back to Jhanak and tell her everything he felt; the next, he convinced himself that she could never truly love someone like him.

When he heard footsteps approaching, he didn’t need to look up to know it was her. Her presence was electric, impossible to ignore.

“Aniruddh,” she called softly, her voice laced with a mix of relief and hesitation.

He stiffened but didn’t respond.

She sat down beside him, her proximity unsettling him. “Why did you leave?” she asked, her tone more vulnerable than he’d ever heard.

“Why did I leave?” he repeated bitterly, finally lifting his head to meet her gaze. “Jhanak, do you really need to ask? You’ve always made it clear what you think of me. I was a joke to you, wasn’t I? Just another way to pass the time.”

His words stung, but Jhanak refused to let them push her away. “No, Aniruddh. That’s not true.”

He stood abruptly, stepping away from her. “Then what is true, Jhanak? That last night was some… experiment for you? That you’ll wake up tomorrow and go back to being the queen bee, and I’ll be forgotten?”

Jhanak’s Confession

Jhanak stood too, her chest tightening at his words. “You think that’s what last night meant to me?” she snapped, her fiery personality breaking through. “Do you think I’m the kind of person who would share something so… personal, so real, with just anyone?”

Aniruddh looked away, but she wasn’t done.

“I’ve spent my entire life hiding behind this facade,” she admitted, her voice trembling. “The confidence, the attitude—it’s all just armor. But last night, with you, I wasn’t hiding. I was just… me.”

Aniruddh’s eyes flicked back to hers, his defenses starting to crumble.

“And you,” she continued, stepping closer, “you’re the first person who’s ever made me feel seen. You saw past the act, past the walls, and you still cared. You made me feel safe, Aniruddh. And for the first time, I didn’t feel alone.”

Tears welled in her eyes, but she didn’t care. “I’m sorry for the way I treated you before. I was scared. Scared of letting anyone in, scared of getting hurt. But I’m not scared anymore. I love you, Aniruddh. I don’t care what anyone thinks or says—I love you.”

Aniruddh’s Response

Her words hit him like a tidal wave, washing away the doubts and insecurities he’d clung to for so long. He took a step toward her, his own tears threatening to spill.

“Jhanak,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “You have no idea how much I needed to hear that.”

He reached out, cupping her face in his hands. “I’ve loved you since the day I first saw you, even when I thought you’d never look at me twice. Last night… it wasn’t just a moment for me. It was everything. You’re everything.”

Their eyes met, and in that instant, the world around them seemed to fade away.

A New Beginning

Aniruddh leaned in, his lips brushing hers in a kiss that was tender and full of promise. Jhanak melted into him, her arms wrapping around his neck as the weight of their insecurities finally lifted.

When they pulled apart, they rested their foreheads together, both of them smiling through their tears.

“This doesn’t mean I’ll stop teasing you,” Jhanak said playfully, her fiery spirit returning.

“And this doesn’t mean I’ll stop calling you out on your drama,” Aniruddh countered with a smirk.

They both laughed, the sound filled with relief and joy.

Hand in hand, they walked away from the church, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead. Together, they had found not just love but a sense of belonging—a connection that neither of them had ever imagined possible.

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The End.

Epilogue:

The annual Valentine’s Gala at St. Xavier’s College was the highlight of the academic calendar. The campus buzzed with excitement as students filled the grand auditorium, decorated in hues of red and gold. Glittering lights hung from the ceiling, and the air was thick with anticipation. This year, the organizers had introduced a new feature—a surprise romantic couple dance.

Jhanak Chatterjee, the queen bee herself, was the center of attention as usual. She walked into the auditorium dressed in a striking crimson gown, her confidence radiating like a beacon. Whispers and admiring glances followed her as she made her way to her seat. Aniruddh Bose, on the other hand, quietly lingered near the back of the room, blending into the shadows as he always did. But tonight, his eyes couldn’t help but follow Jhanak.

As the event unfolded, the host grabbed the mic with an air of excitement. “Ladies and gentlemen, it’s time for our most awaited moment—the romantic couple dance!” Cheers erupted from the crowd.

The host grinned mischievously. “But here’s the twist! The couples will not be pre-selected. Instead, our most popular fresher will choose their dance partner first. And who else could that be but Jhanak Chatterjee!”

The crowd erupted into applause, and Jhanak gracefully stood, smirking. Everyone leaned in, eager to see who she would choose. Surely, she would pick one of the college’s heartthrobs—maybe a senior football player or a fellow fresher with a reputation as big as hers.

Jhanak scanned the crowd, her eyes searching for the one person who truly mattered. The auditorium hushed in anticipation. Finally, her gaze landed on Aniruddh, who stood frozen at the back of the room, clearly caught off guard.

A playful yet sincere smile spread across her lips as she pointed at him. “I choose Aniruddh Bose,” she announced, her voice echoing through the hall.

The silence that followed was deafening. A collective gasp rippled through the crowd as every head turned toward Aniruddh. Whispers broke out like wildfire.

“Aniruddh? The quiet psychology nerd?”

“Did she just pick him over everyone else?”

But Jhanak didn’t waver. Her gaze remained fixed on Aniruddh, daring him to join her. Slowly, he walked forward, his face a mix of surprise, disbelief, and something far deeper.

As he reached the dance floor, Jhanak held out her hand. “Dance with me?” she asked, her voice softer now, meant only for him.

Aniruddh took her hand, his confidence growing as he looked into her eyes. “Always.”

The music began—a soft, romantic melody that seemed to echo their unspoken connection. As they moved together, their steps perfectly in sync, the crowd watched in awe. Jhanak’s fiery grace and Aniruddh’s quiet strength blended seamlessly, creating a performance that was as mesmerizing as it was unexpected.

For Jhanak, this wasn’t just a dance—it was a declaration. She had chosen Aniruddh, not because of what others thought, but because he had seen her for who she truly was. And for Aniruddh, this was a moment of validation—a chance to stand beside the girl who had taught him to believe in himself.

As the music swelled, the two lost themselves in the rhythm, their movements speaking volumes about the bond they had forged. When the song ended, the audience erupted into applause, but Jhanak and Aniruddh didn’t seem to notice.

They stood on the dance floor, their foreheads touching, their smiles saying everything they didn’t need to say aloud. In that moment, they weren’t just Jhanak Chatterjee and Aniruddh Bose, the queen bee and the loner. They were equals, partners, and something more—two souls who had found a home in each other.

Amazing. two perfect souls found each other.