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Pia Malhotra has always been the responsible one. As the eldest daughter, her life is a careful balance between family expectations, school, and taking care of everyone around her. She doesn't complain. She doesn't ask for help. She just... keeps going. Aayush, her childhood neighbor and the most annoying boy she knows, has been part of her life since they were six. From stealing her chocolates to teasing her every single day, he has always been there-whether she likes it or not. Now Pia is in 12th grade and Aayush is also in 12th grade at Sunshine College, and somehow their lives are still tangled together. Between college chaos, teasing friends, late-night study sessions, and years of shared memories, their friendship begins to change into something neither of them expected. But when the person who knows you the best is also the one who can break your heart the most... what happens when friendship slowly turns into love? A childhood friendship. A boy next door. And a love story that was growing quietly all along. © ALL RIGHTS RESERVED ANJUXWRITESSS
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AUTHOR'S POV The evening felt unusually quiet. After Pia entered her house, she dropped her bag near the sofa and walked into the kitchen. Her mother, Rekha Malhotra, was cooking dinner.

AUTHOR'S POV Sunshine College was loud. Too loud. Students were everywhere-walking through corridors, laughing in groups, rushing to classes. The sound of conversations mixed with the occasional ringing of lockers and the distant whistle from the sports ground.

Pia's POV Being the eldest daughter means two things. One: you wake up before everyone else. Two: your life belongs to everyone except you.

Pia Malhotra The responsible sunshine. • messy bun and oversized hoodies • highlighter-filled textbooks

For the eldest daughters who learned responsibility before freedom. For the girls who quietly became the second mother of their homes. For the eldest sons who carried expectations without ever complaining. For childhood friendships that grow quietly over years.