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Abhi ignored his cousins as Ava continued on.

She smiled with a soft, dreamy look. “I transferred from Harvard to attend the university that I had always dreamt of going to ever since I was a little girl. My dad attended Simha, and I want to make him proud by graduating from Simha Medical, just like he did.”

Something about the detail she was providing nagged Abhi.

Avantika Patel.

That name rang a loud bell and the fact that her father was a doctor who attended Simha University.

“I’m from San Francisco, California. My parents are both doctors and I have a younger sister who hopes to join Simha too one day.”

Abhi’s heart began racing.

“Ved,” he gritted. “Look her up on the student portal.”.

Ved laughed. “Why, bro? She’s already giving out the information. Have patience.”

Abhi didn’t want to wait. “Pull up her family photo.”

Ved frowned, but noticing the dark tone, his cousin pulled out his phone and looked up Avantika Patel’s student records. And then, tied it to the information available on the internet.

An image popped up.

“Fuck.” Rana let out a soft curse.

“Double fuck,” Ved added.

Abhi didn’t say anything. His eyes were trained on the cell phone screen with Avantika Patel’s family picture.

It was her. There is no doubt about it.

All the soft feelings he had felt towards her before began disappearing. Raw anger began filling instead.

The reason for the biggest sorrow in his life was now standing only a few feet away from him. And seeing her flash her innocent smile made him want to break something.

Anger boiled over.

“I want her gone,” he gritted.

Ved nodded. “I’ll ask someone to take her away.”

“No. Not from the fucking party. I want her gone.” He threw a cold glare towards her. “From Simha University.”

CHAPTER 6

“Whom do you want to go on a date with!” someone shouted.

Ava tried hard not to blush when she got to the last part of the introduction game. Her eyes automatically fell on him. There were other people around him, but her eyes were drawn just to him.

He hadn’t approached her again. He was either busy talking to his friends or simply standing away from the crowd, observing everyone.

But she felt every moment of his charged gaze on her.

“The student council president,” she replied, her cheeks heating. “I want to go on a date with Abhi.”

There were hoots shouting that Abhi made yet another score.

Blushing, she walked back to the group she was with all evening. Nitya was grinning while Pooja, for some reason, glared at her.

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