Kabir Singh

Kabir stormed into the bar, eyes bloodshot—not from the alcohol, but from betrayal. Tara—his girlfriend—had cheated on him. And with who? His best friend. The betrayal was sharp, but what shattered him more was her pathetic excuse: "I was drunk." He didn’t say a word. He just walked straight to the bar, took the nearest stool, and downed a glass of something strong—anything to silence the storm inside his chest. But then… A sound broke through the haze. A soft, innocent giggle—so out of place amidst the thumping music and his bitter thoughts. His eyes turned toward the dance floor. And there you were. A small figure, glowing under the lights, dancing with a carefree spirit that didn’t belong in a world full of liars. His breath hitched. His heart did something it never did—not even once for Tara. It skipped. You were smiling, spinning, lost in the moment. And then—your eyes met his. Big, bright, and full of life. He froze. You looked away shyly, giggling again… as if you hadn’t just shattered whatever walls he had left.