"Do you even care for me? " the girl said with fire in her eyes .

　　Armaan kept standing there, not knowing what to say ." Your mom wants us to marry !!! Is this what i have to go through everyday? " the girl shouted in anger.

　　" you are over reacting" Armaan said in a calm tone.

　　" i am over reacting? Am i?!!!! Your heart is so full of her, there’s so space for anyone else !stop making a fool out of everyone and see what’s inside you ."the girl said and turned to leave.

　　" i care for you " Armaan said .

　　The girl stopped in her track and turned " yes you do ! But as nothing more than a friend !!! Open your eyes before you end up hurting yourself and her " she said and left .Armaan closed his eyes , shooking his head .

　　" its not the truth....i cant love her like that ...i cant " he said and punched the wall in anger.

　　Chapter 1

　　A 15 years old boy, could be seen driving his bike recklessly on a crowded road with some other boys . When he reached his school, he took off his helmet and got down .he was a handsome boy with fair skin ,honey brown hair on his head , his eyes a shade darker . His best friends

rafay , musa

also got down from their bikes and they headed inside .

　　Armaan Malik was walking in middle of his friends , his every step was as if he owned the school and nothing was far from it . Armaan was the young master of a well known family .Malik family had connections all over the country and in countries as well.

　　His mother owned her own fashion line, his father handled the family bussiness .Armaan was brought up by nannies .he was used to commanding and having everything according to his wishes .as it was the only way to handle him from childhood .his parents loved him, but they never had time for him.

　　Rafay and musa were from the same class, their parents having no extra time for them.armaan became friends with them in 1st grade .the trio knew how to make anyone's life hell.

　　Armaan was rowdy, he tried everything dangerous, but he was good at studying also.

　　After school, they went to rafay's place. They ate and played video games for sometime .

　　Armaan left for his house after that .he saw his mom sitting on a sofa, she got up and kissed his cheek" how is my boy ?" It wasn’t like they didnt love him, but sometimes it was difficult for Armaan to understand .

　　" i am not a boy anymore, mom" Armaan said with an eye roll, Mrs Malik chuckled in response.

　　Then her expression changed into serious ones " actually , i need to tell you something .your father's cousin, who died some days ago, they had a daughter , your father is the only relative she has and he has decided to take her in."

　　" okay, what does this have to do with me ? " he asked impatiently .

　　" i have her room arranged on your floor, its on the opposite corner, she wont disturb you .i have already informed kashaan about it " her mother said mentioning his 8 years old brother .Armaan nodded and headed towards his room, he didnt care about who lived in their house.