𝐇𝐞𝐲 𝐄𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐨𝐧𝐞✨❤️
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𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐬 𝐈 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐮𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐥𝐥🌸✨.
𝐃𝐨 𝐯𝐨𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬💫🩷
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The second morning at Starlight International began with chaos disguised as routine. The school gates buzzed with activity, phones pinging with schedule changes, and students darting in all directions like caffeinated ants. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Saanvi Mishra stepped out of the auto-rickshaw with her bag slung over one shoulder and a fresh layer of confidence painted on her face.
"Day two," she muttered, glancing up at the school building. "Bareilly girl still standing."
Inside the campus, the cliques had reassembled. Seniors marched toward the auditorium for council duty, juniors huddled with tiffin boxes, and the sports committee was already arguing about inter-school trials.
Reyansh Malhotra was exactly where everyone expected him to be-standing near the notice board, impeccably dressed, organizing the updated class schedules with all the charm of a government clerk.
"Reyansh, you're obsessing again," said Samar, casually tossing a basketball from hand to hand. "It's just timetables, not nuclear codes."
Reyansh didn't look up. "One mismatch and ten kids will land in Chemistry instead of History. Chaos."
"That sounds... entertaining."
Prisha approached with a clipboard, frowning. "There's a minor change. Ms. Fernandez's class is shifted to Lab 2."
"See?" Reyansh replied without missing a beat. "This is why I obsess."
Meanwhile, Saanvi entered the building, eyes scanning the boards. Her gaze locked with Reyansh's for a brief moment-polite nods were exchanged, nothing more. But it lingered.
Samar leaned closer to Reyansh, smirking. "You sure she's not your type?"
"She's chaotic," Reyansh replied.
"So are storms. People still fall in love with those."
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Inside Class 12-B, Vivaan Batra was trying-and failing-to hide a bag of chips under his desk. Prisha caught him from across the room.
"Vivaan."
"Yes, Perfect?"
"Chips. Away."
"Ma'am, this is my breakfast."
Devansh looked up from his notebook. "Maybe try waking up ten minutes earlier."
"Don't shame my hustle, bro," Vivaan shot back. "My body runs on chips and charm."
Inaaya, quiet as ever, sat in the third row by the window, scribbling something in her journal. Her eyes occasionally drifted toward Devansh, though she quickly looked away whenever he adjusted his jersey sleeve or ran a hand through his hair. The silence around her was comfortable-until Saanvi slid into the seat beside her.
"Morning, poetry princess," Saanvi chirped. "Have you written anything about me yet?"
Inaaya blinked. "You barely gave me time to process yesterday."
"That's fair," Saanvi replied, grinning. "I move fast. Life's short."
"Tell that to Reyansh," Vivaan muttered from the next row. "He lives like he's preparing for a job interview with God."
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As the bell rang for the first period, the class settled into their rhythm. But nothing at Starlight stayed quiet for too long.
By recess, the canteen was full of animated conversations, food trays clinking, and teenage drama unfolding in real time.
Saanvi had claimed a table near the window. "You all really eat fries every day?" she asked, pulling out a tiffin stacked with paneer rolls and mango pickle.
Rivan sat across her, half-listening, half-reading. "You act like that's a crime."
"It is. Fry-crime. Someone call the food police."
Aadhya dropped into the seat beside Rivan, pulling out her earbuds. "Why are you always talking so much?"
"Because everyone else is so mysterious," Saanvi said. "You, for example. Full eyeliner, full attitude. What's your story?"
Aadhya raised an eyebrow. "I don't do stories. I'm the cliffhanger."
Samar joined them, offering his chips like currency. "Cliffhanger or not, this table's getting interesting."
Vivaan appeared seconds later with a chocolate bar and zero shame. "I heard there's drama here."
"Only if you bring it," Prisha said, appearing from behind him. Her tone was cool, but her eyes gave him a once-over that Vivaan didn't miss.
"Oh, I always bring it," he replied with a wink.
Inaaya was sitting a little apart from the group until Devansh arrived, tray in hand, and took the seat next to her without a word. She glanced up.
"You don't have practice today?"
He shook his head. "Coach gave us a break. Tournaments start next month."
"You'll win," she said softly.
He didn't smile, but his expression softened. "Hope so."
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After lunch, the group filed into their elective classes. The Literature room was cozy, lined with books and sunlight. Saanvi was clearly in her element.
Ms. Kamat, their literature teacher, clapped her hands. "Today, we'll explore poetry. Write a stanza about someone who made an unforgettable first impression."
Saanvi leaned toward Inaaya, whispering, "If you write about Devansh, blink twice."
Inaaya blushed.
Vivaan scribbled two lines and passed his notebook to Prisha.
She read it and sighed. "This is a haiku about biryani."
"Because biryani made an unforgettable impression on my soul."
"Get serious."
"I am serious. Rice has never betrayed me."
Prisha rolled her eyes but didn't pass the notebook back. Instead, she underlined a word.
"You spelled unforgettable wrong," she murmured.
Vivaan grinned. "Guess I need a tutor."
"Guess you do."
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As the last bell rang and students flooded the hallways, Saanvi walked toward the gate, phone in hand. Reyansh was already there, waiting for his driver, flipping through notes.
"You're always reading," she said, walking past him.
"Some of us like being prepared."
"Some of us like living."
He looked up. "Living without a plan is just... chaos."
"Then maybe chaos isn't so bad."
They stood in silence for a beat too long.
"You ever just... take a break?" she asked.
"I don't have time."
"That's a shame," Saanvi replied, hopping into her auto. "The best things happen when you're not looking."
As the auto sped away, Reyansh found himself still staring at the spot where she'd stood.
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That night, their worlds continued in parallel.
Saanvi flopped onto her bed, video-calling Aarohi.
"Second day: survived. Made a few frenemies. Possibly cracked Reyansh's shell."
Aarohi smirked. "You're not going to crush on the Headboy, are you?"
"I don't crush. I conquer."
Meanwhile, Reyansh sat at his desk, notes in one hand, thoughts far away. Kavya peeked in.
"You okay?"
"Fine."
"She's still in your head, huh?"
He didn't answer.
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Elsewhere, Vivaan stared at his notebook where Prisha had corrected his spelling. He grinned and whispered, "Smart girls are dangerous."
Devansh sat on the terrace, sipping protein shake, while Inaaya reread her poem five times before tearing it into tiny pieces.
Aadhya watched a street dog curl under her building's gate. She threw it a biscuit. Rivan, from his balcony above, watched quietly before going inside.
Everyone was moving through their own story, but something had shifted.
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Twelve students.
Six potential love stories.
And day two had only just ended.
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𝗘𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿
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