Hey you… yes, you who just opened this story.
Before we dive into UNWRITTEN RULES, let me warn you—this isn’t your usual college romance. There’s tension. There’s obsession. There are moments that will make you bite your nails and whisper “Oh no, don’t do that!”
Meet Reyansh and Niyati soon. He’s unpredictable, charming, a little dangerous in ways you won’t expect. She’s calm, quiet, deadly with words, and not the kind of girl anyone can ignore.
Things will get messy, things will get intense… and trust me, you’re going to love every complicated second of it.
Ready? Let’s break some unwritten rules.
—Your storyteller- S 🎀 ✨
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📍 Aarambh University – Next Day, Same Classroom
“Bro, I swear he only looks at her.”
“I noticed too. Yesterday he made two students stand—except her.”
“She doesn’t even talk much. Why is she his favorite already?”
Whispers filled the corridors before class even began.
And in the middle of it all?
Niyati Roy.
Same seat. Same calm posture.
Unbothered. As always.
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Reyansh entered—again with that same effortless authority.
Same black watch, same rolled-up sleeves.
Except today…
he glanced at her the moment he stepped in.
Too quick for anyone to call it out loud.
But not quick enough to go unnoticed by a few.
Especially not Ishika Mehra.
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📍 Front row – Ishika’s POV
She was pretty. Loud. Confident.
And she hated Niyati Roy.
Because no matter how much makeup she wore,
how high her heels clicked in the corridor,
how many seniors she flirted with—
Niyati still stood out.
Without trying. Without speaking.
Today, she watched Reyansh walk in.
And how his eyes paused on Niyati.
Even for a second.
And that was enough to ignite her next move.
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Reyansh (dropping a stack of papers):"Pop quiz. First 5 minutes. Based on yesterday’s concept—‘Perception Distorts.’"
Groans echoed.
Students scrambled for pens.
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Five Minutes Later…
Reyansh (reading answers aloud):“‘Media influences thought.’ Basic. Weak.”
Tosses paper aside.
“‘Psychology defines media decisions.’ Wrong direction.”
Tosses another.
He paused.
Picked the next one.
His eyes scanned the page.
Then looked up… directly at Niyati.
Reyansh:“Who wrote this?”
Silence.
Niyati (quietly):“I did.”
Reyansh (reading her words):“‘We don’t consume media. We surrender to it. And by the time we realise it, our reality has already changed.’”
A beat of silence.
Reyansh:“Well written. Impressive clarity.”
He handed it back without a smile.
Without a compliment.
Just… acknowledgement.
And that meant more.
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📍 Backbench – Two Girls Whispering
“She didn’t even smile.”
“Who wouldn’t smile after that praise?”
“She’s so… weird.”
“But sir keeps noticing her.”
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📍 Later That Day – Cafeteria
Ishika (loudly, across the table):“So Niyati, how does it feel to be professor’s favorite already?
He’s clearly obsessed with you.”
The table went quiet.
Niyati looked up from her book—expression unchanged.
Niyati (calmly):“If noticing intelligence is obsession, then maybe your name was never in danger.”
Dead. Silence.
Ishika’s smile dropped.
Everyone else tried not to laugh.
And in the corner of the café, unknowingly watching?
Reyansh.
Coffee in hand.
Eyes on her.
Expression unreadable.
But mind?
Already asking:
> “Why does she never flinch?”
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To be continued...
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