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Ewwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww,” both of them exclaimed in disgust, as if it was the worst thing they had ever heard.

“Is sirfire ko apna pati banane se acha main sanyasi na ban jaaun,” Isha commented, sarcasm dripping from her words.

“Aur is tikhi chatni ko apni biwi banane se acha main zeher na kha loon,” Yuvraj retorted sharply, rolling his eyes and scoffing, as if the idea itself was absurd.

“Huh. Mere jaisi sundar, sushil, pyari, bholi, bhali, hot, tall, smart, and bestest ladki tumhari kismat mein kahan.

Kahan Raja Bhoj aur kahan Gangu Teli,” Isha said, eyeing Yuvraj with judgmental expressions

“Sapne dekhna achchi baat hai, lekin din-dahaade sapne dekhne walon ko pagal kehte hain,” he fired back.

“Arey oyeee, ek chamat padega na abhi dimaag ghoom jaayega, samjhe na. Bhool gaye woh satakk wali thappad?” Isha replied with smug expressions, lifting her chin at the memory of that day.

“Uska badla main leke rahunga,” Yuvraj murmured through clenched teeth.

“Kuch kaha tumne?” Isha raised her eyebrows, trying to keep a straight face even though her shoulders gave away the laughter she was holding in.

“Tum na ke number ki… chudail aurat ho,” Yuvraj replied, folding his arms across his chest, a sly smile playing on his lips.

“Acha? Aur tum shamshan mein ghoomte hue bhoot,” she retorted, pointing a finger at him.

“Ye tikhi chatni kuch zyada chapad-chapad nahi karti?” Yuvraj asked Ayaan, though it was clear he was indirectly saying it to her.

“Mujhe kyun tod raha hai yeh in miya-biwi ke jhagde mein?” Ayaan whispered, leaning towards Avinash, who covered his mouth, pretending to cough to hide his laugh.

“Kiara, tujhe nahi lagta ki kuch sirfire logon ka kad chahe kitna bhi lamba ho, dimaag chhota hi rehta hai,” Isha said to Kiara while glaring at Yuvraj.

“Arey tum log apni baat mein humein kyun ghaseet rahe ho?” Kiara replied, throwing her arms in the air in mock disbelief.

“Haan wahi na. Tum miya-biwi ka maamla hai, hum miya biwi ko kyun pareshaan kar rahe ho—” he blurted out without thinking and instantly slapped his forehead mentally.

“Heinnnn!?” all of them said in perfect unison.

“Kya matlab?” Kiara raised her eyebrow, hands on her hips.

“A… a… woh… zubaan fisal gayi, hehe,” Ayaan replied, scratching his head with mock innocence.

“Zubaan ya… niyat?” Tanu asked teasingly, fueling the fire.

“Arey… didi… kya aap bhi. Zubaan fisal gayi,” Ayaan replied, straightening his posture.

“Har kisi pe fisal jaati hai iski niyat,” Kiara muttered, rolling her eyes.

“Kya matlab?” Ayaan asked in genuine confusion.

“Hahahaha, zyada bhola banne ki zarurat nahi hai,” Kiara replied.

“Arey hoon main bhola,” Ayaan retorted with innocence.

“Haha, nice joke. Dekha maine us din—” Kiara started, but Avinash interrupted, waving his hand dismissively.

“Bas, bas. Sab shaant ho jao. Yuv aur Isha kam the jo ab tum dono bhi shuru ho gaye.”

“Chik— a… I mean Avinash ji, main toh shaant hoon,” Tanu said with mock sincerity, blinking innocently.

All heads jerked towards her instantly.

“Ji!?” Ayaan raised an eyebrow with a knowing smile. “Avinash jiiiiiii,” he repeated, pressing on the word ji.

“Ji? I mean kya kaha, Tanu di—” Avinash was about to speak, but—

“NHIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!” Tanu shouted loudly, like a TV-serial actress when the villain shoots.

“Kya hua!?” Avinash asked in horror.

The group stared at her with horrified expressions. Even people passing by stopped to see what had happened.

“A… a… w– woh… tum didi mat bolna,” she said in a barely audible voice, suddenly more interested in examining the road, her face bright red and eyes lowered.

For a few moments, Avinash just stared at her, still processing what she meant. Then realisation hit him—his ears heated up like lava, and he broke into awkward coughs.

“Araam se, Avinash, araam se,” Ayaan said, patting his back, teasing, a smile blooming on his face.

“Ab main kya kar sakti hoon? If he was looking hot. It’s normal to fall for handsome faces, isn’t it?” Tanu said with a bright smile and no hesitation, looking around for support.

Avinash coughed harder, his face turning as red as a beetroot while the others struggled to suppress their laughter.

“Bichaara Avinash, chehra dekh uska,” Isha whispered, leaning sideways—thinking she was whispering to Kiara but actually saying it to Yuvraj, who laughed in response, unaware it was Isha. As their eyes met, they both turned away at once, scoffing.

Just then, the sharp ringing of an incoming call broke the bubble and pulled them back to reality.

Avinash’s mother was calling. He quickly composed himself before answering.

“H– haan, maa… haan, bas ho gayi hai shopping, aa rahe hain… haan.”

After ending the call, he said quickly, “W– woh maa ka phone tha. Chalte hain,” and walked towards the parked bikes without sparing a single glance back.

“Laal-chatak tamatar ho gaya hai, Avi,” Ayaan commented, still not done teasing.

“Haan bhai. Kya hi gajab tareeka hai confess karne ka,” Yuvraj added, turning towards Tanu, who was staring at Avinash’s retreating figure with confused brows.

“Ye chikne ko kya hua?” she muttered, loud enough for the others to hear and burst into another wave of laughter.

“Chikna. Wah, kya nickname hai,” Yuvraj replied, shaking his head in amusement.

“Maza aa gaya yaar,” Isha said, wiping the corners of her eyes.

“Haan yaar. Mujhe ye scene jab bhi yaad aayega, hasi aayegi,” Kiara added.

“Mujhe bhi yaad kar lete toh… khair,” Ayaan muttered, pouting like a child.

“Kuch kaha tumne, besharam bandar?” Kiara asked, lips curving into a sly smirk.

“Heinn? Besharam bandar? Seriously, Kiara?” Ayaan exclaimed dramatically, clutching his chest.

“Bhag. Mera naam apne is ghatiya muh se mat lo,” she winced, scrunching her nose.

“Hayeee, ghatiya hai ya achha woh toh taste karke hi pata chalega na,” Ayaan replied with a shrug and smirk.

“Ewww. Hatt, besharam insaan,” she yelped.

“Chalo yahan se. Is besharam bandar ka satak gaya hai,” she said, turning to Isha and Tanu.

“Arey, par itna toh batao ki agar naam na loon toh tumhein bulaun kya?” he called out, chuckling.

“Devi bula, devi. Pooja kar le meri, besharam,” Kiara shot back.

“Dimaag kharab hai is ladke ka. Us din woh ladki ko kiss kar raha tha, aur aaj openly mujh par line maar raha hai. How cheap,” Kiara muttered.

“Arey shaant ho ja, behen,” Tanu giggled.

“Mazaak kar raha hoga. Chhod na,” Isha reassured her.

“Besharam,” Kiara muttered.

With that, both groups went their separate ways, still chatting about the day’s chaos,Yuvraj and Isha’s fights, Tanu’s accidental confession, Ayaan’s flirting, and everything in between.

✨ Freshers Party –

The college garden was decorated with elegant vibrancy. Fairy lights shimmered above, balloons and streamers swayed gently in the evening breeze, and colorful backdrops with party-themed quotes lit up the space. A decorated stage with LED lights and a DJ setup gave the venue a club-like vibe. Photo booths with quirky props stood near the entrance, while banners reading “Welcome Freshers” made the atmosphere feel warm and inclusive.

Music blended with laughter, the open space felt refreshing and free, and the gentle breeze carried faint floral fragrances. Under the open sky, the garden felt less like a college venue and more like a magical escape.

A few students were already present, chatting with their friends, laughing, and complimenting each other’s outfits.

In the middle of the buzzing party, the three boys stood side by side,well dressed and strikingly handsome. Their presence commanded attention effortlessly, as if the crowd subtly parted around them.

Yuvraj wore a formal black outfit. The fitted black blazer gave him a sharp, commanding look, while the deep maroon shirt worn slightly open at the collar added a bold hint of attitude. A sleek cross pendant rested against his chest, subtle yet eye-catching. Paired with black trousers, his overall look was dark, mature, and dangerously charming.

Avinash was dressed in a black shirt worn slightly open at the collar, giving him a relaxed yet bold edge. A silver chain rested subtly against his chest, paired with black trousers, a neat belt, and a metal wristwatch. His style was minimal but intentional,calm, charismatic, and effortlessly stylish.

Ayaan went for clean sophistication. He wore a crisp white shirt, neatly fitted and worn with the collar slightly open. The rolled-up sleeves added a casual confidence, while black trousers and a belt kept the look sharp. A classic wristwatch and a subtle chain completed his refined, confident appearance.

Their looks drew attention instantly and they knew it. They could sense the giggles and whispers floating around them.

“Bhai, aaj toh ladkiyan pagal ho jaayengi apne peeche,” Ayaan whispered, pride blooming in his voice.

“Woh toh hamesha se hoti aayi hain,” Yuvraj replied with a cocky smirk.

“Kya pagal log ho tum dono. Khud ki tareef khud kar rahe ho,” Avinash muttered, glancing upward as if complaining to the universe.

“Kya dekh raha? Upar se Tanu di thodi tapke gi,” Ayaan teased, nudging Avinash.

Avinash’s face turned red instantly.

“Unhe kyun la raha beech mein? Mera unse kya matlab? Main thodi unki raah dekh raha hoon,” he defended himself awkwardly.

“Dekh raha hai, Ayaan? Kaise ‘unhe, unko’ chal raha hai,” Yuvraj teased.

“Arey, bade hain na,” Avinash muttered, now fully flushed.

Just then, his eyes caught sight of someone and his whole world froze.

Tanu.

She wore a black off-shoulder short dress that sat neatly along her shoulders, giving her look a graceful, modern touch. The fabric flowed smoothly, highlighting her silhouette without looking overdone. Minimal accessories a slim watch and a delicate necklace kept the look simple yet elegant. She looked like a soft dream wrapped in black.

Avinash forgot to blink.

Before Ayaan could tease him further, his own gaze shifted and his breath hitched.

Kiara.

She wore a deep navy off-shoulder, full-length gown that flowed smoothly along her frame, creating a refined and elongated silhouette. The fitted bodice added structure, while the soft drape of the fabric gave her an effortless grace. Her hair was tied in a messy yet elegant bun, loose strands framing her face, enhancing her natural charm. She looked poised, composed, and quietly stunning.

Ayaan’s throat went dry. The world blurred around him.

Unaware of the inner tornadoes raging inside them, Yuvraj was scrolling through his phone.

“Arey, dono achanak shaant kyun ho gaye ho?” he asked, not looking up. “Abe kuch bolo—”

He finally looked up.

And froze.

Isha.

She wore a deep wine-red draped evening gown that balanced elegance with boldness. The soft ruching of the fabric enhanced her silhouette, while crystal-embellished straps and a matching waist detail added just the right touch of glamour. A thigh-high slit brought a confident edge to the graceful look. Her hair was styled in loose, side-parted waves, framing her face perfectly.

She didn’t walk—she commanded the space.

Yuvraj stared, his phone forgotten in his hand. The world faded into the background, and for a moment, there was only her.

The three boys stood frozen in place, silently staring at the girls as if time itself had paused.

After what felt like an eternity for them but only a few seconds for everyone else, Yuvraj finally spoke,

“Ye tikhi chatni, tikhi laal mirch banke kyu aa gayi.”

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