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Yuvraj’s voice rang through the corridor. He instantly stepped back, cursing under his breath as he soothed his ribs where Isha had just punched him.

She folded her arms across her chest, lifting her chin high.

“Mere najdeek aane ki sochna bhi mat. Huh.”

She warned him, pointing a finger at him.

“Why would I do that, stupid?” he retorted, raising a brow, his expression caught somewhere between amusement and surprise.

“Oh hello. Jyada nautanki mat karo. Don’t you dare invade my personal space ever again,” she snapped, only to find him smirking smugly. His expression didn’t change even a bit—the earlier calm and peaceful smile still lingering on his face, which triggered Isha’s irritation even more.

“Miss tikhi chatni, waise to mujhe koi interest nahi tha tum mein, aur na hi mera koi irada tha tumhare najdeek aane ka. Par ye reaction? Uffff. So satisfying.”

He exclaimed, placing his hand on his heart dramatically, as if it had touched the deepest core of his heart.

The others were still standing there, lips pressed into thin lines.

“Sirfire ho tum. Ek number ke,” she rolled her eyes.

“Aur tum tikhi chatni,” he replied.

“Dekho, is baar halke se nahi marungi. Bata rahi hoon,” she warned.

“Tumhari saari taakat laga ke bhi marogi, tab bhi meri is gym wali body pe koi asar nahi hoga,” he shrugged casually.

“Huh. Gym wali body pe asar nahi hoga,” she mimicked his words, making faces.

“Guys, enough. Jo ho gaya, so ho gaya. Ab chalte hain,” Kiara said, her tone light, though tension lingered beneath it.

“Haanji, chalo,” Ayaan replied, looking at Kiara like a kid eyeing his favourite candy.

“Huh?” Kiara frowned.

“A-a… I mean haan, chalo guys,” he blinked, snapping out of his bubble after realising what he had said.

“Ajeeb insaan hai,” Kiara muttered.

Tanu stepped forward, adjusting her posture before dramatically announcing into an invisible mic,

“Ahem ahem. So isi ke saath aaj ka show samapt hota hai. Taaliyaaa!”

Isha and Yuvraj, who had been glaring at each other, turned to her with expressions that practically screamed hein?

Kiara closed her eyes, taking a deep breath.

Ayaan suppressed his laugh with a cough, and Avinash stared at Tanu in disbelief.

Ye kya tha? he thought.

“Matlab yahan is sirfire insaan ne meri brand-new heels ka kabaada kar diya aur tum ye bol rahi ho?” Isha questioned, throwing her hands up in the air.

“Gajab,” she muttered.

“Ye dono teen baar mile hain aur teeno baar jhagda kiya hai,” Ayaan chuckled, shaking his head.

“Haan yaar. Kyun jhagadna hota hai tum logon ko?” Kiara asked.

“Main nahi jhagadti. Ye sirfira shuru karta hai,” Isha replied, rolling her eyes.

“Wahh, ulta chor kotwal ko daante. Matlab bhid tum mujhse gayi thi dono baar, aur main jhagadta hoon?” he asked, raising a brow.

“Haan to—”

Isha was about to fire back when Kiara stepped forward and grabbed her arm.

“Bas bas. Dono ki galti thi, ab chalte hain.”

“Haan haan, dono ki galti hai,” Ayaan repeated, glancing at Kiara before quickly looking away.

“Hadd yaar, faltu logon ke saath ruk ke kya faayda,” Isha commented, while Yuvraj stared at her with a sly smile. But inside, his emotions were completely opposite,something unreadable. Hate? Irritation? Frustration? Or something else?

Isha quickly removed her heels and started walking forward.

“Oye, ye kya kar rahi hai?” Tanu asked in confusion, seeing her walk barefoot and leave the heels behind.

“Ye nahi pehnungi main. Kabaada bana diya hai,” she declared, though the regret of losing her new heels lingered in her mind.

Yuvraj stared at her with unreadable eyes, his jaw clenching.

For what reason? Frustration over the interaction?

“Par tere pair mein pathar chubh jaayenge,” Kiara said, worried about her best friend.

“Yuvraj ko bol de utha ke le jaayega,” Tanu whispered, giggling mischievously.

Isha stopped in her tracks and glared at Tanu, who instantly pressed her lips together, though her shoulders gave her away.

“Tsk, didi. Is aag mein ghee kyun daal rahi ho?” Kiara whispered.

“Chal bhai, hum bhi chalte hain,” Ayaan said, starting to walk forward.

“Haan chalo,” Avinash added.

But Yuvraj was still staring at her retreating barefoot, his face scrunched in irritation.

“Chal na, kya hua?” Ayaan asked, shaking Yuvraj’s shoulder.

“A-haan, chalo,” he replied, walking towards the main gate.

After a few steps, he stopped abruptly.

“Kya hua?” Ayaan asked in confusion.

“Main apni book class mein bhool gaya. Tum log bikes parking lot se nikaalo, tab tak main leke aata hoon,” he excused himself, walking back towards the college corridor.

Ayaan and Avinash exchanged confused glances but walked towards the parking lot.

After a few minutes, Yuvraj returned, his expression unreadable.

“Chalo,” he declared, hopping onto his bike and starting it with a loud roar.

Chauhan mansion

Kiara and Tanu walked into the Chauhan mansion with Isha.

It was around 4 PM.

Which meant her siblings were still not home, and her parents would be back around 6.

The house was completely calm, filled only with the distant chirping of birds and the faint honking of vehicles somewhere far away.

Isha dropped her bag on the floor and flopped onto the couch with a loud sigh. Tanu and Kiara settled beside her comfortably, as if they belonged there. The three of them had practically grown up like soul sisters.

“Didi, maine mummy ko call kar diya hai ki hum baad mein aayenge,” Kiara said, relaxing properly on the couch.

“Thik hai. Mujhe pata hai unka reaction,” Isha replied.

Before she could say more, both Tanu and Kiara spoke in unison,

“Donooo wahiii toooo rehtiii hooo,”

and burst into laughter. Isha joined them.

“Haan yaar. Apan kitne lucky hain ki hamare parents close hain,” Isha said with a soft smile.

“Haan yaar,” Kiara agreed.

Tanu nodded, a faint smile playing on her lips.

Rathore mansion

The three boys stopped their bikes outside the mansion.

“Chalo bye phir,” Ayaan waved at Yuvraj.

“Haan, kal milte hain,” Avinash chimed in.

“Andar nahi aaoge?” Yuvraj asked, hopping off his bike and adjusting his bag strap over one shoulder.

“Nahi, aaj papa ne jaldi aane bola hai,” Avinash replied.

“Meri to date hai aaj,” Ayaan announced, running a hand through his hair with a proud grin.

“Bataya tha na, ek hot si ladki ne coffee date pe pucha hai,” he added smugly.

“Ja bhai ja. Enjoy kar,” Yuvraj replied.

“Tera sahi hai, aaye din koi na koi date. Teri type mil kahan jaati hai tujhe? Mujhe to nahi mil paayi aaj tak,” he added, shaking his head lightly.

“Iski type ladki dekh ke badalti rehti hai,” Avinash commented with a chuckle.

“Main dates pe jaata hoon, shaadiyan karne nahi. Jo type dekhoon,” Ayaan scoffed.

“Mujhe kaunsa unke saath zindagi bitaani hai,” he shrugged.

“Ye nahi sudhrega,” Avinash threw his hands in the air in surrender.

“Aise kaise nahi sudhrega. Kisi din iski akal thikaane lagane waali sudhaar degi,” Yuvraj commented.

“Koi aisi ladki aaj tak paida bhi nahi hui jo mujhe apni baat manwa sake. Sudharna to door ki baat hai,” Ayaan declared, holding his chin high.

“Bas bas. Dekhte hain. Abhi ye panchayat khatam karo,” Avinash waved his hand.

“Main chalta hoon. Bye,” he said, starting his bike.

“Haan chal, main bhi chala,” Ayaan replied.

“Haan. Kal sunana apna date-puraan,” Yuvraj chuckled, walking towards the mansion.

Inside Rathore mansion,

He entered the house, welcomed by Neeti’s sweet smile.

“Aa gaya mera baccha?” she asked warmly.

“Haan maa. Kaisa tha aapka day?” he asked, settling beside her on the couch.

“Thik tha, hamesha ki tarah,” she replied.

“Mera chhod, tu bata, tera first day of college kaisa gaya?” she added, pulling his left cheek playfully.

“Kya yaar, mummy. Ab to mere gaal kheenchna band kijiye,” he complained, rubbing his cheek, half annoyed, half amused.

Her question brought back all his interactions with Isha.

“Kya bataun maa. Ek tikhi chatni jaisi ladki thi jisne poora din barbaad kar diya,” he narrated everything,how she bumped into him not once but twice and then blamed him for it.

Neeti burst into loud laughter.

“Kya gajab ladki thi. Bilkul teri takkar ki lagti hai. Bohot bolta tha na koi aisa nahi hai jo tujhe pareshaan kar sake. Le, aa gayi,” she chuckled.

Just then, Gourav entered the living room, raising an eyebrow at the sight of his wife laughing and Yuvraj sulking with his arms crossed.

“Kya baatein chal rahi hain maa-beta ke beech? Interesting lag rahi hain. Humein bhi batao bhai,” he said, sitting beside Yuvraj.

“Aapke is bete ke din ki ek tikhi chatni ne kya watt lagayi hai na,” Neeti laughed again.

“Maza aa gaya mujhe to.”

“Achha? Phir to mujhe bhi jaan-na hai kaun hai wo tikhi chatni jisne is barf ke patthar ko hila diya,” Gourav chimed in mock interest.

Yuvraj groaned as Neeti narrated everything to Gourav, who listened with widened eyes and an amused smile.

“Chalo, koi to hai jo iske dimaag ko garam kar sakti hai,” Gourav commented, chuckling.

“Yaar, aap log mummy-papa mere ho aur side us tikhi chatni ki le rahe ho? Hadd hai yaar,” Yuvraj complained.

“Mummy-papa to tere hi hain. Bas wo ladki badi pyari, baddie type ki hai,” Neeti said, her eyes shining with amusement.

“Baddie my foot. Tikhi chatni hai, tikhi chatni,” he muttered, scoffing.

“Achha achha. Ab ja ke fresh ho ja. Tab tak Aru bhi aa jaayengi, Abhi lene gaya hai,” Neeti said.

Yuvraj nodded and went upstairs to his room.

Once inside, he locked the door softly. He opened his bag, pulled out something wrapped in paper, and carefully placed it deep inside the cupboard between his clothes. Closing it, he leaned against the cupboard and exhaled slowly.

“What the hell are you doing, Yuvraj?” he muttered before heading to the bathroom.

Gupta house

The evening sky was painted in golden hues—orange and red brushed with a soft touch of purple. Birds chirped, temple bells rang faintly in the distance, announcing aarti time.

The Gupta household was calm, except for Aditya humming lyrics from his favourite Rockstar’s newly launched album.

Suman worked on her laptop, sorting upcoming business meetings and social gatherings.

Manav watched TV in the living room.

Avinash sat on his bed, scrolling mindlessly through social media.

After a few moments, a post popped up on his feed. His thumb froze.

It was Tanu—dressed in a white kurti, soft cotton, traditional with a hint of modern design. He stared at the screen for a few seconds.

A loud knock on the door snapped him out of his thoughts.

“Avi bhai, door kholo na.” Avinash's younger brother called out from other side of the door.

“Aaya!” he replied quickly, opening the door.

“Kya hua?” Avinash asked.

“Bas aise hi,” Aditya flopped onto the bed, folding his arms behind his head.

“Huh?” Avinash raised a brow.

“Phone ki battery dead ho gayi thi. Bore ho raha tha, to aa gaya,” Aditya shrugged.

“Hatt be chomu. Ja yahan se,” Avinash smacked his head lightly.

“Arey baithne do na. Thodi der bas aapka phone chahiye tha,” Aditya said, already reaching for it.

“Abe nahiii! De mera phone!” Avinash snapped, holding his hand out.

Aditya smirked. “Kyun, aisa kya chhupa raha hai?”

Is gadhe ne phone kholte hi agar wo post dekh liya to pakka kuch ulta hi sochega, Avinash thought.

“Aisa kuch nahi hai. Bas kisi ka phone bina permission use nahi karna chahiye,” he said, trying to sound calm.

“Bhaiyon mein chalta hai,” Aditya replied, unlocking the phone.

Avinash snatched it back instantly.

“Dekh, pit jaayega. Ja yahan se.”

“Arey par—”

“Aditya, beta, Rohan aaya hai,” Manav called from the lobby.

“Haan papa, aaya,” Aditya replied loudly.

“Aaj to bach gaye aap, lekin main pata laga ke rahung

a ki kya chhupa rahe the,” he said, shooting Avinash a teasing look before leaving.

Once the door closed, Avinash exhaled in relief and dropped onto the bed.

But the relief lasted barely a second.

His eyes fell on the phone screen.

“Ohhhhh shitttttttt!!!! Ye kya ho gaya!!!”

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