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Oky students, timetable jaldi note down kar lijiye. Aur aapka daily first period mere saath hoga, History ka. Now, take out your books and open chapter one," Miss Shah commanded, her sharp voice setting the strict tone for the academic year.

Suddenly, the door creaked open, and a school peon stepped into the room.

"Good morning, mam. Aapko principal mam ne abhi bulaya hai, kuch urgent kaam hai.""Oky, I'm coming," Miss Shah replied, collecting her notes. Turning back to the rows of desks, she pointed a warning finger.

"Students, aap log chapter read kariye, mai aati hu. Ira, class ko zara dekhna." With that, she vanished down the corridor toward the administrative wing.The entire room collective let out a massive sigh of relief.

Veer instantly slumped against the desk. "Hushh, finally mam gayi! Kya yarr, abb rozz subha-subha History padhni padegi... neend alag se aayegi!"

Tara rolled her eyes, her fingers tracing the freshly copied schedule. "Mujhe tho History pasand hai." She scanned the sheet, reading the track of her daily life aloud.

"So, we have English, History, Political Science, Home Science, Music/Dance, and Sanskrit. Oky..."Suddenly, a realization struck her brain.

She bolted upright, her eyes sparkling with sudden mischief. "Oyee Ira, sun! Jese aaj hume timetable mila hai, vase aaj dusri classes ko bhi timetable mila hoga nahh?""Hmmm, mila hoga," Ira replied casually without looking up. "Aur hamesha ki tarha hum monitor ki meeting mai timetable discuss hoga, agar hame kuch change karwana ho tho."

Tara leaned in closer, a wild smile spreading across her face. She tightly grabbed Ira's bicep, her voice dropping into a sweet, syrupy register.

"Toh tu bhi jayegi uss meeting mai, kqyki abhi bhi tu hi monitor hai?""Hannn," Ira murmured, suddenly suspicious of the sudden physical affection.Veer snickered from the side desk.

"Tu jab-jab itna meetha bolti hai, tab-tab kuch galat hota hai.""Shut up!" Tara snapped at him before turning back to Ira with ultimate puppy eyes. "Ira, meri cutu, ek kaam karegi mera...

Pls?""Kya?""Zadya kuch nahi! Buss tu 11A, Ayan ki class ka timetable le aa, buss!" Tara pleaded, clasping her hands together.Ira folded her arms, instantly shutting her down.

"Ji nahi! Mai yesa-vesa kuch nahi karungi."Veer leaned across the desk, frowning in confusion. "Han... wahi toh! Tu kya karegi uss timetable ka?"Tara gestured aggressively for him to lean closer.

"Aree pagal, idhar aa!" She leaned toward his ear and whispered her master plan.Veer’s jaw dropped, a huge, impressed grin breaking out on his face.

"Ohh jaannn! Tu toh badi kamal nikli! Mere dimag mai ye idea kqy nahi aaya?!""Dimag hota toh aata nahh," Tara shot back smoothly.

Turning back into a unified front, both Tara and Veer began aggressively pleading before Ira.

"Pls Ira, maan jaaaa! Bhen nahi hai?!" Tara whined."Han yarr, pls maan jaa! Dekh, hamra ghar bass jayega!" Veer added dramatically."No means no!" Ira stated firmly, burying her face back in her book.

Meanwhile, in Classroom 11A...The atmosphere was profoundly different from the chaotic energy of 11C. Even though their class teacher had also been summoned to the principal's room, most of the students were quietly studying, while a few discussed topics in low, muted whispers.

Near the window rows, Ayan, Zara, and Aron sat together at a three-seater desk. Ayan was entirely absorbed in a thick textbook, while Zara leaned over, trying to follow the complex text.

Aron, however, had completely checked out. His gaze kept drifting toward the corridor, his mind entirely occupied by a certain topper in Class 11C.He let out a heavy, dramatic sigh, slumping onto the desk.

"Yrrr, kitna padhte ho!"Zara and Ayan both pulled their eyes away from the book, looking at him in amusement.

"Kya huaaa?" Zara asked."Wahi toh! Kya benefit hua tumhra mere dost hone ka?!" Aron whined, executing a highly dramatic roll of his eyes.Ayan flipped a page, his voice exceptionally calm. "Saaf-saaf bolega kuch?"

"Yarr, meri love story ko aage badhane mai help karo nahh! Jab dekho padhte rahte ho... Mera ghar nahi basana kya?!" Aron pleaded, shaking Ayan's shoulder. "Kuch karo nahhhh!

Zara, tu kuch kar nahh!"Zara threw her hands up. "Mai? Mai kya karu?!""Han wahi toh, hum kya kare?" Ayan added, completely unfazed.Aron leaned in, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper.

"Huh, kuch mat karo! Buss ek kaam kar, Ayan—tu mujhe 11C ka timetable bata de. Baki mai dekh lunga.""Mai kha se batau? Mere pass nahi hai," Ayan deadpanned."Aree, tumhri monitor ki meeting mai pata chalega nahh!

Tab bata diyo, bhai nahi hai? Pls!" Aron begged, crossing his fingers. After a few seconds of silent deliberation, Ayan finally gave a subtle, giving nod.Just then, another teacher briefly poked her head into the room, scanning the chalkboard

. "Oho, mai chalk lana toh bhul gayi...""It's oky, mam! Mai le aata hu," Aron shot up instantly. Seizing the golden opportunity to wander the corridors, he bolted out of the classroom to head toward the administrative office.

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