Threads Of Love
Introduction
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Hey guys this is my very first story
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so there isn't gonna be anything special in this ep
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That doesn't mean you can skip it
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It'll be the introduction of the characters
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And I'll give the intro's of the leads
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but I'm not gonna give everybody's parents' introduction
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I mean who's gonna write a intro on the same cold CEO dad's 🙃
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There's a bunch of them so I'm too lazy to write each and everyone's intro
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So let's start ✨😁
Name:- Dhruv Jahaan
Age:- 18
Occupation:- student
Personality:- Quiet, observant, and highly logical. Prefers listening over talking but surprises people with his sharp insights.
Hobbies:- Sketching, reading thrillers, playing Sudoku.
Likes:- Rainy afternoons, minimalistic designs, well-written characters, and silence (which bis friends never give him.)
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Name:- Ishaan Sharma
Age:- 18
Occupation:- student
Personality:- Confident, charming, and effortlessly annoying. Enjoys teasing people but is fiercely protective of his friends.
Hobbies:- Playing the guitar, experimenting with new food, making up ridiculous challenges.
Likes:- Late-night talks, spontaneous adventures, arcade games, and proving people wrong just for fun.
Name:- Dev Mirza
Age:- 18
Occupation:- student
Personality:- Calm, level-headed, and responsible. The group's problem-solver who keeps things from spiraling out of control.
Hobbies:- Playing chess, listening to business podcasts, organizing things.
Likes:- Long drives, black coffee, debates that actually make sense, and seeing his friends happy (though he won't admit it.)
Dhavni Bhanushali
Age:- 18
Occupation:- student
Personality:- Sweet, caring, and a little clumsy. Always thinking about others but tends to panic easily.
Hobbies:- Trying new dessert recipes, collecting antique items. Making mood boards.
Likes:- Warm blankets, soft music, sunflowers, and when people remember the little things about her.
Name:- Sahi Mirza
Age:- 18
Occupation:- student
Personality:- Playful, sarcastic, and a bit of an overthinker. Always ready with a witty comeback but secretly a softie.
Hobbies:- Writing short stories, curating playlists, learning random facts.
Likes:- Bubble tea, last-minute plans, inside jokes, and winning arguments (even if they don't matter).
vishakha jahaan
Age:- 18
Occupation:- student
Personality:- Loud, energetic and thrives on social interaction. Loves pushing buttons (Especially her twin Dhruv's).
Hobbies:- Making travel vlogs, thrifting, finding the best food spots in town.
Likes:- Bold fashion, road trips, dance-offs, and proving she can talk her way out of anything.
Moving out
*Ishaan walks downstairs, still in his pajamas, yawning. He opens the fridge for milk, but spots a half-eaten pastry instead.*
Ishaan Sharma
*grinning, reaching for it* "Well hello there-"
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
*snatches the plate out of his hand* "Absolutely not. You're not starting your day with sugar."
Ishaan Sharma
*Dimpled smile, unbothered.* "Good morning to you too, Mom."
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
*snorts* "It's afternoon, you idiot."
Ishaan Sharma
*dramatic hand to heart.* "Oh, one day I sleep in and you condemn me for it? I did not expect this from you, Mrs. Sharma. How could you say this to your son?"
Ishaan Sharma
"Your only son, who's moving out in just a few days?"
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
*rolling her eyes while pouring coffee.* "Speaking of moving out, when are you actually going to get your lazy self out of this house and buy the things you need?"
Ishaan Sharma
"Chill, Mom. There's still time."
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
"Breakfast?"
Ishaan Sharma
*Shakes his head, slicing an apple instead*
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
"By 'time,' you mean two days. And need I remind you, this is the same boy who packed two whole suitcases for a one-week trip?"
Ishaan Sharma
*grinning* "Relax, I've talked to my friends. We're going shopping this evening."
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
"Make a list. And don't buy random junk. You're moving into a dorm for senior year of high school, not surviving a zombie apocalypse."
Ishaan Sharma
*mock-offended* "Excuse me, I'm a responsible adult who knows exactly what to spend money on."
Spoorti Sharma/Ishaan's mother
*raising an eye brow* "Right. Responsible. I believe the word you're looking for is called splurging."
*They both laugh, sipping coffee and sharing the Apple slices.*
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*In the evening at the Mirza house.*
*Sahi's still upstairs getting ready for dorm shopping. Dev's pacing in the living room, like a stressed forty-year old while calling the others on the group chat.*
madhu Mirza/Dev& Sahi's mother
*sipping her tea, amused* "Give them a break. You already told them what time to meet at the mall right? They're not kids, Dev. Not your kids at least."
Dev Mirza
*sighs, checking his watch* "Mom, you know them. Look at your own daughter-still not done glamming up!"
Dev Mirza
*He deliberately speaks louder this time* "We're going to the mall, not Fashion Week!"
*Footsteps upstairs. A very done-with-life Sahi storms down the stairs in jeans and a hoodie.*
Sahi Mirza
*snapping back* "FYI, I was blow-drying my hair, not doing makeup."
Sahi Mirza
*She raises her palm, indicating Dev to shut up* "If you had hair, you'd know what that means. That receding hairline's from stressing over everyone else's lives."
madhu Mirza/Dev& Sahi's mother
*laughing into her tea* "She's not wrong."
Dev Mirza
*deadpan* "Ha-ha. Make fun of me all you want, but if you guys didn't have me-"
Sahi Mirza
*rolling her eyes, grabbing her bag* "We'd probably still be late. Now can we go?"
Dev Mirza
*checking his phone again* "Wait, Ishaan's not picking up. And Dhruv texted that Vishakha isn't ready. As usual."
madhu Mirza/Dev& Sahi's mother
*chuckling* "Then you might as well leave. You know they'll all be late anyway, so why worry?"
Dev Mirza
*grumbling, walking toward the door* "Because someone in this group has to act like the adult."
*Mrs. Mirza just waves him off as Sahi snorts, locking the door behind them.*
Excuse me miss!
*At the mall parking lot. Dev and Sahi are standing near the entrance, waiting Ishaan said he'd be there in five minutes. It's been twenty. No sign of Vishakha and Dhruv either.*
Sahi Mirza
*tapping her foot impatiently* "Why do we have to wait for him? It's not like he doesn't know the way."
Dev Mirza
*smirking* "Feels good to be in my shoes for once, right?"
Sahi Mirza
*shoots him a look* "Don't push it."
*Ishaan's car pulls up. He hops put, hair slightly messy from the wind, and jogs toward them.*
Ishaan Sharma
"Well hello, my favorite people." *he ruffles his hair, grinning.*
Dev Mirza
*checking his watch.* "One down, two to go."
Ishaan Sharma
*throws an arm over Sahi's shoulder* "What's up with him?"
Sahi Mirza
"He's frustrated because of y'all."
Ishaan Sharma
"Come on, Dev. Let's just go in. You know how long it takes Vish to decide on an outfit."
Dev Mirza
*chuckling* "You're one to talk. "
Ishaan Sharma
"Oh, I'm fashionably late, not deliberately. There's a difference."
Dev Mirza
*under his breath* "Of course there is."
*Right on cue, Dhruv and Vishakha's car rolls in. Vish steps put wearing sunglasses like she's walking a red carpet instead of a parking lot*
Sahi Mirza
*grinning,moving Ishaan's hand off her shoulder* "Finally!" *she waves at Vish and Dhruv*
Dhruv Jahaan
*half dead expression* "Hi."
*no one really notices him. Ishaan's busy eye-flirting with a few girls across the lot. Sahi and Vish are already joined at the hip, catching up like they haven't spoken in months.*
Dev Mirza
*pats Dhruv's back sympathetically* "Come on, man. Let's get this over with."
Dhruv Jahaan
"Yeah. Before Vish starts a fashion blog in the middle of the mall."
*They all start walking toward the entrance chaos pending.*
*Inside the mal. Chaos. Pure chaos. Vish, Sahi, and Ishaan have split off like overexcited toddlers, bouncing between stores, filling carts with the most random stuff possible. Dev and Dhruv follow behind like exhausted chaperones on a field trip.*
*Hours later, they finally regroup near the exit,surrounded by shopping bags.*
Vishakha Jahaan
*scrolling through her phone, showing Sahi pictures while dramatically whispering gossip* ".....and then he said that to her face! "
Sahi Mirza
*gasps loudly* "Oh my god. NO WAY that happened."
Dev Mirza
*deadpan, arms crossed* "If you two are done living in season three of your own reality show, can we go home now? We still have to pack all of this."
Vishakha Jahaan
"Excuse me? I still have so much tea to spill. We're getting ice cream and you'll wait. That's it."
Dev Mirza
*under his breath* "It's not like you guys don't meet every other day..."
Dhruv Jahaan
*looking around like he's planning an escape route* "I think I'll go over there and....I don't know,sketch vending machines or something?"
Dev Mirza
"Are you sure? Because if I don't sit in a quite place right now, I might start meditating in slef defense."
Dhruv Jahaan
*nodding,seriously* "My social battery's at zero, bro. I need to recharge. Sorry, tough crowd. But wait, where's Ishaan?"
*They both look around. cut to the other side of the mall, Ishaan is casually helping two older women carry their shopping bags to the parking lot. *
Dev Mirza
*staring, horrified* "What the hell-"
Dhruv Jahaan
*deadpan* "You're actually gonna stop him?"
Dev Mirza
"Hell yeah. Especially when his own bags are still lying here."
*Dev storms across the floor. Ishaan flashes his signature dimpled smile mid-conversation.*
Ishaan Sharma
"Let me help you carry those to your car. Must be tough handling all this-"
Dev Mirza
*grabs his sleeve, dragging him aside* "How about you handle your own stuff first?"
Ishaan Sharma
*grinning, hands up* "Whoa, chill! You're acting like my jealous wife."
Dev Mirza
*blank soulless stare*
Ishaan Sharma
*cracks up, throwing his head back* "Alright, alright! Sorry, Captain."
Ishaan Sharma
*he turns to the women* "Ladies, please excuse me. My friend here has a serious case of separation anxiety."
Dev Mirza
"Go sit somewhere. I'm heading to a café, I need to breathe actual oxygen."
Ishaan Sharma
"You just interrupted my peace. So, naturally I'll take revenge by coming with you." *he smirks*
*Dev exhales deeply and walks off. Ishaan trails behind, humming.*
*Outside the mall. Ishaan and Dev load all the bags into their cars and go looking for a quiet spot, or as quiet as it can get with Ishaan around.*
Dev Mirza
*irritated* "If you're going to follow me, Ishaan, can you stop waving at every random woman you see?"
Ishaan Sharma
*gives him a side eye, pretending to be offended.* "Some people call that being friendly."
*Before Dev can respond, the first few raindrops start to fall.*
Dev Mirza
*looking up, groaning* "Great. Of course it rains now."
Ishaan Sharma
*shielding his head with his hand* "Wait here. I probably have an umbrella in the car."
Dev Mirza
"Oh, thank goodness. You're doing one thing right for once."
"Ishaan jogs to his car, rummages through the back seat, and triumphantly pulls out a clear umbrella. He runs back, opens it, and holds it up for both of them."
*They cross the street and step into a cozy café shaking off the rain.*
Dev Mirza
"I'll find us a table."
Ishaan Sharma
"Got it." *he folds the umbrella and walks to the stand near the door. *
*At the exact moment, someone brusts in through the entrance, nearly colliding inti him. Ishaan instinctively steadies them with a hand in their arm.*
Ishaan Sharma
"Whoa! easy there, tiger."
Dhvani Bhanushali
*flustered, wide eyed* "Oh my god, I'm so sorry! I didn't even see you there."
Ishaan Sharma
*trying not to laugh, raising an eye brow* "Yeah...right."
Dhvani Bhanushali
*realizing how dumb that sounded* "I uh sorry again."
Dhvani Bhanushali
*She awkwardly turns to leave.*
Ishaan Sharma
*grinning* "Hey, your umbrella. You can leave it here, Miss-uh-‘didn't-see-me.’"
Dhvani Bhanushali
"Oh my god." *awkward laugh* "Right, yeah, thanks."
*She quickly places the umbrella in the holder and walks straight ahead, clearly wanting the earth to swallow her whole. Ishaan just stands there, amused.*
*He finally walks over to Dev, laughing under his breath.*
Dev Mirza
"What's so funny?"
Ishaan Sharma
"Nothing, just... someone nearly took me out at the door." *He nods toward Dhvani's table.*
Dev Mirza
"Poor girl. Don't make fun of her."
Ishaan Sharma
"I'm not." *still smiling.*
*They order their coffees and sit in comfortable silence, Ishaan occasionally glancing toward Dhvani's table with that infuriating half smile.*
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