Aarav and I were never friends.We grew up in the same house because our mothers were best friends, but that didn’t make us close. While they laughed and shared secrets, we argued over everything—small things, big things, even the way we breathed seemed like a competition. I teased him; he teased me back. We were enemies by habit, rivals by nature.Then my mother moved me away. Years passed. Memories of our fights, the laughter, and the endless teasing faded into quiet nostalgia. I didn’t think much about him… until the day I came back.Joining a new school was nerve-wracking, but