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Here is chap 2

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Their voices cut through the cafeteria.

The murmurs, gossip, suppressed laughs—everything died at once. Students who had been whispering about Isha and Yuvraj’s cat-and-dog fight suddenly went quiet.

Kiara walked up to Isha, equal parts irritated and embarrassed by the scene. She grabbed Isha’s hand and pulled her aside.

“Chal yaar, kya kar rahe ho tum dono? Sab dekh rahe hain,” she hissed, glancing around.

“Aur clearly teri galti thi na. You spoiled his shirt,” she added in a low whisper.

“Arey tu bhi shuru mat ho. Meri koi galti nahi hai,” Isha shot back, completely unapologetic. “Jaanbujh ke thodi kiya maine.”

“But still… result to disaster hi hua na? At least apologize, yaar,” Kiara whispered again.

“Nahi.”

Isha’s voice was firm. Final.

“Main kya karun tera, Isha…” Kiara muttered to herself. Then, in a stricter tone, “Theek hai, bas ye faltu ki ladaai band kar. Sab dekh rahe hain.”

She threw one apologetic glance in Yuvraj’s direction before dragging Isha out of the canteen.

Ayaan and Avinash walked up to Yuvraj.

“Kya bhai, ye kya scene tha?” Ayaan asked, throwing an arm around Yuvraj’s shoulder, a smirk tugging at his lips.

“Dikh nahi raha kya? Tu bhi andha hai kya?” Yuvraj snapped, clearly in a foul mood.

“Arey us pe kyun bhadak raha hai?” Avinash teased.

“Tum dono shuru mat ho.”

Yuvraj glanced down at his shirt. What had been white now looked muddy and ruined. He sighed, muttering,

“Pagal ladki hai. Shirt kharab ki aur suna ke bhi chali gayi.”

Ayaan and Avinash burst out laughing at his expression.

“Bhai, bilkul tere takkar ki ladki hai,” Ayaan teased between laughs.

“Bas bas. Aur mat sata. Warna uski jagah tera sir phod dega Yuv,” Avinash whispered dramatically to Ayaan, failing to control his laughter.

“Tum dono mere dost hoke mujh pe hi hans rahe ho? Sharam nahi aati?” Yuvraj scoffed, gesturing at himself.

“Ab kya karun main? Aise thodi ghoomunga poora din.”

“Chal tension mat le. Main hamesha spare clothes rakhta hoon na. Abhi ke liye wo pehen le,” Avinash said, his tone softening.

“Bacha liya tune,” Yuvraj replied, opening his arms for a hug.

Avinash instantly stepped back. “Mere kapde bhi kharab karna hai kya, be?”

Yuvraj huffed a laugh, then his tone shifted.

“Arey haan na… us tikhi chatni ne mera dimaag hi kharab kar diya. Pagal kahin ki.”

“Tikhi chatni? Ye kya naam hua?” Ayaan asked as the three of them walked toward the lockers.

“Haan, tikhi chatni. Yahi naam suit karta hai us band dimaag pe,” Yuvraj replied casually.

“Uski shakal dekh ke hi khoon khaulta hai mera,” he added through clenched teeth.

“Wah. Aaj hi mulaqat hui aur aaj hi khoon khaulta hai,” Avinash chuckled.

“Wahi to. Matlab we know you’re the cold, rude type, par first day hi dushmani?” Ayaan joined in.

“Us ladki se pehli hi baar mein nafrat ho gayi hai,” Yuvraj said flatly.

The teasing died instantly.

“Bhai, ye to kaafi serious lag raha hai,” Avinash whispered to Ayaan.

“Hmm… dekhte hain kya hota hai,” Ayaan replied.

Soon, the bell rang and students drifted back to their classes ,some thrilled to have gossip on the first day itself, others brushing it off as personal drama.

In the classroom, Kiara finally turned to Isha and noticed her serious expression for the first time that morning.

“Kya hua?” Kiara asked, concerned , knitting her brows.

“Kitna ghamandi banda hai. Ek number ka sirfira,” Isha muttered.

“Par galti—”

“Arey nahi yaar, meri galti nahi thi. Sachi. Main bas mud rahi thi aur wo saamne tha. Main hawa mein thodi ud sakti hoon,” Isha pouted.

“Fine fine, got it. Relax.” Kiara placed a hand on her shoulder.

“And he should’ve had the sense to understand it was just a situation,” Isha added, her tone firmer.

“Baat to sahi hai. He overreacted,” Kiara admitted.

“Overreacted? Sirf usne kiya. Main pehle shant thi. Phir usne mujhe naam bulane shuru kar diye, to maine bas reverse kar diya,” Isha said with a dramatic hair flip and eye roll.

“Ha meri maate, shant ho jao,” Kiara folded her hands in surrender.

Just then, the professor walked in.

“Settle down, students. It’s your first economics class. These starting days are the base for your future,” she announced.

The lecture began.

Some students scribbled notes, some whispered, some stared into space.

Isha was deep in her own world—planning outfits, imagining new styles. Beside her, Kiara wrote diligently, nodding along.

The professor’s gaze fixed on Isha.

“Miss Isha Chauhan. Stand up.”

“Huh—oh, yes ma’am.” Isha sprang to her feet.

“Who is the father of microeconomics?”

Isha glanced at Kiara for help. Kiara just smiled wide—'go on, answer'.

“Miss Isha?”

“Ma’am, that’s microeconomics ka personal matter, ma’am. I don’t invade people’s personal space,” Isha said with complete innocence.

Giggles rippled across the class. Some students laughed openly, others hid their faces.

Kiara shook her head, muttering, “Iska kuch nahi ho sakta.”

The professor silenced the class with a glare.

“This isn’t a comedy show, Miss Isha. Focus in class.”

Isha nodded, eyes down,not out of guilt, but to hide her smile.

“Sit down.”

Isha sat, barely holding in her giggles. Kiara pinched her lightly.

“Oww!”

“Kahan kho gayi thi? Dhyaan de class mein,” Kiara scolded.

“Yaar kitni boring class hai. Neend aa rahi thi. Isliye kuch aur soch rahi thi. Waise bhi ma’am ka chehra—”

“Bas bas. Chup. Mujhe bhi phasa degi,” Kiara cut her off.

“Ha ha, sun rahi hoon, madam padhaku,” Isha muttered, flipping her pages, paying attention, but only halfway.

Tanu was in the science section, senior to Isha and Kiara.

“Tanu beta, ye file principal sir ko de aao. Cabin mein honge,” the professor said.

“Ha ha, main to aapke baap ki naukar hoon na,” Tanu muttered under her breath, flashing a fake smile.

“Kuch kaha?” the professor asked, confused.

“Haan— I mean, sure ma’am,” Tanu replied sweetly and walked out, cursing quietly.

In the corridor, her eyes suddenly snapped to the Computer Science classroom.

“Arey… ye to wahi chikna hai. Jisko maine online post mein dekha tha,” she murmured.

Flashback

Late at night, Tanu lay on her bed, scrolling.

“Yaar bore ho raha hai.”

A random post popped up ,a boy in black tee and denims.

“Bhai, kya chikna banda hai. Iski ID stalk karti hoon.”

She sat up, bored expression turning mischievous.

“Hmm… Avinash Gupta. Banda to hot hai. Follow karun ya nahi? Agar follow back nahi diya to? Rehne dete hain. Abhi ke liye stalk hi theek hai.”

Flashback ends

“Haan wahi hai. Avinash Gupta. Ye mera junior?”

A slow, smug smirk curved her lips.

“Maze ki baat ho gayi. Ab roz offline tadungi. Aur agar possible hua… line bhi maar lungi. Yay.”

With that thought, she walked toward the principal’s cabin.

At lunch, Isha and Kiara headed toward Tanu’s classroom. They peeked inside, scanning for her, and there she was, sitting at her desk, lost in her own world, smiling to herself.

“Hello, Miss Tanu Verma. You are caught red-handed,” Isha said in a fake-strict voice.

Kiara smacked her lightly on the shoulder.

“Huh? S-sorry, ma’am, I was just—”

Tanu started in panic, then froze mid-sentence when she recognized them. Isha and Kiara burst into laughter.

“Kya Miss Tanu ji, kiske khayalon mein kho gayi thi aap?” Isha smirked.

“Haan di, kis baat pe aise khud se muskura rahi thi?” Kiara asked, half-teasing, half-curious.

“Pehle canteen chalo. Khate khate bataungi,” Tanu said with a wide grin.

“Chalo chalo,” Kiara agreed, and the three of them walked toward the canteen.

They settled at a table with their food trays.

“Haan ab bolo, kya hai is khushi ka raaz?” Isha asked, leaning forward with a teasing smile.

“Avinash,” Tanu replied dreamily.

“Huh? Wo kahan se aa gaya?” Kiara frowned.

“Arey, wo college aaya na,” Tanu said casually.

“Haan aaya… par yahan kaise aaya? Jalebi jaisi baatein kyun kar rahi ho, di?” Isha squinted.

“Arre suno na,” Tanu leaned closer, lowering her voice.

“Actually, kuch din pehle maine ek post dekha. Usme ek mast… chikna— I mean, handsome ladka tha. Maine thoda stalk kiya. Aaj corridor mein usi ko dekha. Avinash. Tumhari class ka.”

“Ohhh,” Isha drawled.

“Matlab jise aap online tad rahi thi… wo Avinash nikla?”

“Exactly! Socho, ab mujhe online tadne ki zarurat hi nahi. Roz offline dekhne milega,” Tanu said smugly.

“Ab to meri attendance kabhi kam nahi hogi.”

“Di, yaar… pehli baat to aap ‘chikna’ bol ke tadne ki baat kar rahi ho, aur doosri baat, wo aapka junior hai,” Kiara said, torn between disbelief and amusement.

“Chill, Kiaru babe. Age is just a number,” Tanu shrugged.

“Yooo! TD rock, Kiara shock!” Isha cheered.

“Tu aur teri TD. Dono hi pagal ho,” Kiara muttered.

Isha and Tanu exchanged a look, then said together,

“Whateverrrrrr,”

and burst out laughing.

Kiara tried to stay annoyed but failed. “Okay okay. Phir kya plan hai?”

“Bas dekhti jao kaise us chikne ko apne pyaar mein lattu banati hoon,” Tanu declared with a smug smile.

“Waise maine suna, tu aate hi pange le baithi?” Tanu turned to Isha.

“Kya pange? Wo sirfira insaan jab dekho achanak saamne aa jaata hai, phir bolta hai main usse bhidti hoon,” Isha said, making a face.

“Achhaaa,” Tanu said with fake shyness.

“Dhyaan se haan, mera devar… ya shayad jeth.”

“Lo, sapne to madam ke dekho,” Kiara teased.

“Arre haan, to apne devar ya jeth ko samjha dena ki mujhse tameez se baat kare,” Isha played along.

All three of them broke into laughter, enjoying their lunch.

In the corridor, Yuvraj, Ayaan, and Avinash were walking when Ayaan suddenly slowed down, staring at something… or someone.

“Arey chal na, kya hua?” Avinash said, noticing his pause.

Ayaan’s gaze was fixed on Kiara, laughing with Isha and Tanu in the canteen.

Yuvraj followed his eyes.

“Ohhh… to ye baat hai,” he smirked.

“Ladki tad raha hai?”

“Haan— I mean, nahi. Main tad nahi raha, main dekh raha hoon,” Ayaan corrected himself, failing miserably.

“Par tu tad hi raha tha. Maine dekha tha kaise dekh raha tha Kiara ko,” Yuvraj teased.

“Shhh! Pagal hai kya? Chup reh,” Ayaan hissed, glancing around.

“Aur jaisa tum soch rahe ho waisa kuch nahi hai. Mujhe bas wo achhi lagi. Aise wala achha nahi… bas nature achha laga,” he added softly, his ears turning red.

“Oh ho! Ek minute,” Avinash blinked.

“Ye tu hi bol raha hai? Ayaan Bansal? Jo ladkiyon ko ‘pataka’, ‘hot’, ‘bomb’ bolta hai?”

“Arre haan bhai, ye kaunsa naya version hai?” Yuvraj added.

“Chup karo tum dono. Bakwaas mat socho. Chalo,” Ayaan said quickly, walking ahead—but not before throwing one last glance at Kiara.

Yuvraj and Avinash followed him, smirking.

Lunch break ended, and students returned to class.

Avinash sat by the window, with Yuvraj beside him and Ayaan next to Yuvraj.

Yuvraj doodled aimlessly.

Ayaan hummed under his breath, scrolling secretly under the desk.

Avinash took notes peacefully until Ayaan ruined it.

“Arey bottle de na. Mera paani khatam ho gaya,” Ayaan said, holding out his hand without looking up.

“Mujhe bhi,” Yuvraj added, still doodling.

“Meri bottle tum dono pehle hi khaali kar chuke ho. Ek ko pata nahi paani kahan jaata hai, doosra laata hi nahi,” Avinash sighed.

“Chal yaar, paani bhar ke aate hain,” Ayaan said, standing up with his bottle.

“Tu ja na. Mujhe notes lene hain,” Avinash replied.

“Abe oye, padhaku keede. Chal na. Yuvraj, tu bhi chal. Thoda ghoom bhi lenge. Bore ho raha hai,” Ayaan said, snatching Yuvraj’s pen.

“Chal theek hai,” Yuvraj stood up.

“Tum dono jao. Mujhe nahi aana,” Avinash protested.

Ayaan smacked the back of his head lightly. “Chal chup chaap.”

“Tum dono khud nahi padhte aur mujhe bhi phasa dete ho,” Avinash complained, finally getting up.

“Ma’am, we are going to fill our water bottles,” Yuvraj announced.

“Ek minute—asking  ya declaring?” the professor asked sharply.

“Declaring, ma’am. Kyunki ye hamara right hai,” Yuvraj replied confidently.

“Battameez ladke kahin ke,” the professor muttered and continued teaching..

In the corridor—

“Bhai, kya akad dikhai ma’am ko,” Ayaan laughed.

“Haan, aise baat nahi karni chahiye thi,” Avinash added.

“Chup karo. Sahi kiya Yuv ne,” Ayaan smacked Avinash playfully.

“Arey maine kaunsi akad dikhai? Normal hi to bola,” Yuvraj said, genuinely confused.

“Yeah yeah. Classic Yuvraj behaviour,” Ayaan shook his head.

Avinash chuckled. Yuvraj shot them both a glare.

At the water tap, Avinash reached out to open it just as someone else did.

Tanu.

“Oh— you go first,” Avinash said politely, stepping back.

“Nahi nahi, you came first,” Tanu smiled sweetly.

“No, no, please,” Avinash gestured.

“Arre nahi, aap pehle—”

“Aap kar lijiye,” Avinash said, patience thinning.

“Mujhe nahi chalega na chik— i mean— aap pehle use kar lo,” Tanu blurted.

Avinash stared, confused.

She exhaled in defeat. “Theek hai.”

She started filling her bottle—

a bottle that was already full.

Flashback

Tanu had spotted Avinash heading toward the water tap.

“Arey, mera chikna pani bharne ja raha hai? Main bhi jaati hoon,” she muttered, grabbing her already-filled bottle.

Flashback ends

None of the three noticed her bottle was full; they were

too busy chatting.

She pretended to fill it, stealing glances at Avinash.

Afterwards, she walked back to class, giggling softly.

“Paas se to aur bhi hot lagta hai mera chikna.” she murmured, walking away.

“Mujhe pata nahi kyun laga uski bottle pehle se bhari hui thi,” Ayaan said casually.

“Haan, mujhe bhi,” Yuvraj nodded.

“Kuch bhi. Agar bhari hoti to kya main yahan tap ke paas tadne aati?” Avinash rolled his eyes.

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