Chetna had a knack for everything—acing exams, dominating sports, and charming everyone around her. But love was a puzzle she couldn't solve. Her past relationships had been messy; each guy turned out to be either controlling or arrogant.

“Look, my family knows about us. If we don’t stop, they’ll call your parents and things will get messy,” she’d told Kunal, her latest ex. It was her standard breakup line, reflecting her frustration. "They look cute, like puppies from afar, but up close, they’re all dogs."

Two days later, Kunal was found in the girls' washroom, let's just say not alone. Chetna was determined not to let expectations lead to disappointment again.

Speaking of disappointment, Shashank’s basketball game could not be given any work other than that. He had missed three easy shots and wondered if he'd even make the team again. As he dragged himself off the court, he locked eyes with Chetna, who was venting her frustration in a fierce game.

Chetna was there, radiating frustration. She’d come to vent, and the basketball court was her arena. Grabbing a ball, she stormed into a group of boys, dribbling with fierce determination, the ball flowing with her like a dancer on a battlefield.

Shashank was mesmerized. She played the way he dreamed of playing—effortlessly dominant, commanding the court with every move. She cut left, spun right, leaped—and with a flick of her wrist, she scored.

"Wow," Shashank whispered, though no one heard him.

But Chetna wasn’t finished. She grabbed the ball again and charged toward the opposite basket—wait, she was coming straight for him. Shashank froze.

“STOP HER!” Rohit, Shashank's bully, shouted.

Acting on impulse, Shashank stepped into her path, colliding with her and knocking her to the ground.

The court fell silent.

Furious, Chetna jumped up, eyes blazing. “Khelna nahi aata toh court mein kya kar raha hai?” she snapped, her voice cutting through the silence like a whip. Before Shashank could even react, she punched him in the gut, hard.

The pain was immediate, but what really hurt was the shock. He stood there, stunned, while she brushed past him, leaving him to clutch his stomach in shame.

The goddess of the court had spoken, and Shashank was left in her wake, wondering not just what had happened, but why he couldn't stop thinking about it.

Kunal went home, heartbroken after getting punched by Chetna, the girl he had admired from afar for a year. That night, he cried himself to sleep, realizing he had lost any chance with her.

Meanwhile, Shashank was trying to distance himself from Chetna but couldn't shake his feelings. One day, she approached him, asking for help with studies during her upcoming basketball tournament. In return, she promised to teach him basketball. He agreed immediately.

As the days passed, Shashank kept up with his studies and eagerly waited for her after practice. Despite her exhaustion, Chetna patiently answered his questions about her game and life, and their daily walks home allowed them to bond. They would stop to feed stray dogs, and Shashank would take photos of her, sharing his love for photography. Though Chetna sometimes snapped at him for not standing up to bullies, their connection deepened, and Shashank felt a flicker of hope.