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I was running down the corridor like my life depended on it.
Correction….it did depend on it.
Because Meera was on the other end, and if she caught me, I’d probably die of irritation before anything else.
I was almost free, until fate decided to trip me. Literally.
I collided hard with someone, papers went flying, and I nearly face-planted into the floor.
“Ow—!” a voice snapped, sharp enough to slice through the chaos.
I looked up, blinking away the dizziness and there she was.
Long brown hair, not just any brown, but that deep, sun-touched shade that glimmers somewhere between coffee and caramel was neatly braided down her back. A few rebellious baby hairs had escaped, dancing freely around her forehead.
Her skin caught the corridor light, faintly glowing in that warm, early-morning hue. And those eyes are hazel brown, wide and bright, they locked on to mine with the precision of a sniper.
Sharp, assessing, and full of judgement. The kind of eyes that didn’t just see you,.they read every chapter of your life, marked the grammar mistakes, and gave you a disapproving B-minus.
What???
Her lashes flickered once, slowly, like time had decided to take a coffee break. The distant chatter of students, the squeak of shoes against the floor, the hum of fans — everything faded. It was just her. Me.
And the mortifying realization that I was still half-bent over, holding the edge of my bag like a complete idiot.
For a split second, my mind went completely blank.
Uhmmm.
Pretty.
Then—
Reality smacked me across the face like a cricket bat.
“Can’t you see?!” she yelled, and the spell broke.
The corridor noise came rushing back. My brain rebooted.
Ah, great. Just what I needed — another angry human.
“Excuse me,” I said, standing up and dusting off my uniform.
She scoffed, “Mr. Whatever, can’t you see?”
And that was it. My short temper snapped like a cheap pencil.
“First of all,” I shouted back, “who the hell reads a book while walking?”
She flinched… good. Maybe she’d think twice before yelling at me.
I mean, she could’ve just said sorry, right? Civilized conversation, ever heard of it?
“Mr. Whatever, first of all, I was walking perfectly fine around the corner and also leaving room for others, and you got in my way,” she retorted back.
“Can’t you just accept that it’s your mistake.” As I said, I smirked plastered on my face just the thought of her apologizing.
“Why would I accept it when it’s clear that it’s not my fault? You were running in a corridor where it clearly says ‘Don’t run.’ she said angrily, pointing at the school notice board.
I glanced at the board.
Oh.
Yeah, it did say that.
‘Well technically, she’s right,’ my subconscious whispered.
I mentally punched my subconscious in the face.
But Vihaan Raichand never loses so I need to win this argument.
She is rude, arrogant, and pretty witch.
Crap. Cut out the pretty.
“Listen, miss, you can’t talk to me like this….” I began to say but she cut me off.
“Oh, my apologies, Your Highness. I forgot we’re in the presence of royalty. Please, forgive my peasant tongue,” she retorted back with tight lipped smile.
“You—” I started, fuming, but she cut me off again.
“God has given you perfectly fine eyes,” she said sweetly, “use them wisely.”
Then she muttered under her breath, “Ankhein hain ya buttons?”
(Does he have eyes or buttons?)
Oh, I heard that. Loud and clear.
Ahh I don’t like her…She is Rude… Arrogant Chipkali (Lizard) and…and…ahh whatever…I wish I never met her again.
Moving down the corridor, I spotted my friends entering at the same time.
I barely made it ten steps before chaos found me again.
Suddenly, I saw her – to avoid meera i had to confront that arrogant miss.
I mustered a fake smile while she gave me her most irritating grin.
“Vihaaannn,” she sang in that over-the-top sugary tone, stretching my name like she was performing on stage.
Before I could react, she grabbed my hand.
I instantly pulled away, glancing around, scanning for teachers, staff, anyone who could witness this impending disaster. Thankfully, no one seemed to notice.
“Meera, are you out of your mind? This is a school, not a park!” I hissed. “And I already told you, I am not interested.”
Her face crumpled in seconds, her eyes glistening like she’d just rehearsed for a crying scene in some daily soap. Great.
Just what I needed after my lovely morning with Miss Arrogance from the corridor.
And of course, the universe wasn’t done embarrassing me.
People began staring, students whispering, a little snickering.
Perfect.
“Alright, fine,” I muttered under my breath, grabbing her hand again, this time to save both of us from becoming the topic of the day. I dragged her to the nearest storage room before another scene could unfold.
“Meera, please,” I said, trying to keep my voice calm. “Stop crying. Listen to me, okay?”
But she only sobbed louder.
My patience started slipping, “Meera, seriously—”
Nope. Still crying.
I rubbed my temples, took a deep breath, and, “Stop crying!” I finally snapped.
Silence.
She froze mid-sob.
“Look… I didn’t mean it like that,” I said, softer this time. “But you have to understand…it’s all in the past.”
She blinked up at me, sniffling, “Vi… Vihaan, I thought you liked me… and still do.”
I exhaled slowly. Here we go again.
I am tired of her explaining the same thing every time.
“Meera, you’re thinking wrong, that was just…..”I tried to explain, but then guard uncle opened the door to avoid another drama, so I sneakily took her out through the back door.
“Meera, stop crying and just forget about me, okay?” I told her and left there.
Why can’t she understand it was all in the past?
As I stepped into the corridor again, two familiar hands landed on my shoulders.
Sid and Yash. Of course.
“What was going on with Meera in the storage room,” Yash said with that annoying smirk of his.
I just shrugged, “Nothing, just clearing up a little misunderstanding,” and they seemed satisfied with my response.
Moving to our seats, I spotted Miss Corridor, sitting and laughing.
Oh no. Please tell me she’s not in our class.
Out of all the classrooms in this building, she had to end up in mine.
The universe really needs a new hobby.
And of course, my luck was what it was, the only empty seat left was right behind her.
I groaned inwardly.
“Great. Fantastic. Could this day get any worse?” I muttered under my breath, dragging my bag to the second row, third seat, the classic middle-row trap.
Sid and Yash immediately took the other two seats nearby, grinning like traitors.
“Bro, this seat is free,” Sid said, smirking knowingly.
Yeah, I bet it is.
I plopped down on the seat behind her, trying my best not to breathe too loudly or make it obvious that I was silently dying inside.
When the class teacher walked in, we all chimed in with our usual iconic exaggerated tone, “Goooodddd Mooorrrnnnniiinnnggg Maammmm.”
She just replied with a simple “good morning and sit down.”
And as expected, we responded in our usual overdramatic manner, “thhaannnkk yoouu maammm.”
She just sighed at our antics. We all took our seats, and then she started with her introduction…”Hii baccha log, how’s everyone doing? As you know I’m Ragini Sharma, your physics lecturer and class teacher. Let’s make this session awesome,” she said cheerfully.
We cheered, obviously louder than necessary, and she immediately gave us the look that death glare teachers reserve for moments like these.
Then came the announcement, “Oh, by the way, there are a few new students here, so let’s give them a warm welcome. Come on over, guys.”
Four students stood up. My gaze automatically found her.
Miss Corridor.
You have got to be kidding me.
Easy target, I thought to myself with a smirk. I will make you apologize Ms. Corridor infornt of whole class…just wait and watch. You messed up with the wrong person.
I locked eyes with her as she rolled hers.
Introductions began.
Then it was Ms. Corridor’s turn. She seemed a bit nervous, but eventually spoke up in a soft voice, “Hey, everyone, I’m Ruhanika Oberoi. Hopefully, we can all get along.”
Her name sounds familiar for some reason?
But wait.
Soft voice, huh? Vihaan, don’t forget she’s your enemy, I told myself, feeling a bit irritated by my wierd thoughts.
She came back to her seat, right in front of mine and I gave her a look that said I haven’t forgotten our morning war.
She rolled her eyes again.
I swear, if she keeps doing that, one day her eyes will roll right out and I’ll have to pick them up from the floor.
Soon, we all delved into the physical world. The first chapter of physics was done in ten minutes, and then we tackled units and dimensions.
Did I mention this chapter is also good? I found it really easy to grasp.
Looks like I can easily tackle the physics chapters, because the very first chapter seems too easy.
(Author- shuru shuru me ye units & dimensions wali galat fehmi mujhe bhi thi but later meri galat fehmi dur ho gyi🥲👍🏻)
After two consecutive physics classes, we had bio and maths before heading to recess.
“Why are all the teachers so determined to cover everything on the very first day? They should at least interact with us,” I complained to Yash, who had been dozing off during all the lectures.
Sid yawned, “we are in 11th now, not 10th. The syllabus is basically Mount Everest. They are just trying to get a head start.”
“Yeah, and I am already falling behind,” I muttered. “Let’s go to the canteen before they hand us another assignment.”
We got up and joined the flood of students rushing out. The corridor buzzed with laughter and chatter, the classic first-day chaos.
And that’s when it happened.
I turned a corner too fast and collided with something soft, like walking into a cloud. Except this cloud was solid enough to send me crashing to the floor. My body hit the ground with a thud.
For a split second, I was ready to explode, “What the—”
Then I looked up.
Hazel-brown eyes stared back at me. The same ones that had rolled at me a dozen times today. Only now, they were wide with surprise.
My anger fizzled out instantly.
Great. Of course it’s her.
Of course, she’s the one I bump into.
Why is my heart racing like it’s training for the Olympics? Chill, heart. You are not supposed to be competing today.
I swallowed, trying to sound composed, “You seriously have a habit of showing up everywhere I go, don’t you?”
I mean I need to win this argument.
She blinked once, straightened herself, and said calmly, “Maybe you just need to start watching where you’re going.”
Ouch!
I stood up, brushing imaginary dust off my shirt, “Right. Next time, I’ll look for the warning sign that says Beware of Miss Corridor.”
She smirked, brushing past me while muttering, “Better make it glow in neon, since clearly, your eyesight needs assistance.”
And there I was, standing in the middle of the corridor, trying to convince myself that my heartbeat wasn’t doing somersaults for her.
Actually it totally was.
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