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Life moves so fast, like a rollercoaster-never stopping, always teaching us new lessons. Every journey has an end.
One day, you’re stepping into your school, adjusting your uniform like it’s an everyday thing. And the next? You’re walking out of those same gates for the last time, no longer a student, putting your uniform in your wardrobe, knowing you’ll never wear it again.
I sighed, a deep breath that carried the emotions I couldn’t quite put into words.
School life was never the best for
I never had the best school life. In my previous school, people only knew me because of my name on the topper’s board. I had no real friends, no one to share my joys or worries with. I was always alone.
There was a time when I made a best friend, but I still don’t know what I did wrong-she left, telling me that no one would ever be my best friend again. And then Varun shifted to another city, leaving me completely alone.
Over time, I got used to it. I built a habit of keeping to myself, living in my own little world, reserved and distant from everyone else.
But then I came here, and life took a complete 180-degree turn.
I met Tanya, and she became the best friend I never had. We always spent our lunch breaks together, laughing over the most random things.
She was a discipline prefect, but ironically, she was the first to break the rules. I still laugh at the memory of her inspecting students’ uniforms and making sure they had their braids done-only to realize she had forgotten to braid her own hair!
Then there’s Vani. No discussion needed-she’s simply the best. She taught me confidence, whether it was about giving a tight reply to someone-like the stupid species of hemidactylus or carrying myself with grace and full confidence.
Siddharth is my favorite, of course. We both love watching horror movies and never get bored of them. He doesn’t talk much, just like me, and that makes me feel comfortable around him. With him, I never feel the pressure to keep up a conversation-silence is never awkward.
And then there’s Yash-the epitome of entertainment. If you’re sitting with him, getting bored is impossible. But at the same time, he’s the biggest idiot I’ve ever met.
Why can’t he just realize his feelings for Tanya? Vani almost spilled the tea when Yash and Tanya had a little argument, but she stopped herself at the last moment. Thankfully!
We all decided not to get involved because Tanya clearly told us she didn’t want anyone interfering. Besides, she’s trying to forget her feelings.
When this came up, Vani and Tanya had a small argument, and I was stuck between them, not knowing what to do-i was just tossing from right to left.
But in the end, we all knew that even though Vani is short tempered, she understands feelings really well. So, we agreed to stay out of it and let destiny do its work.
I sighed again.
As I finished my breakfast, I found myself standing in my room, holding the pallu of my saree while my mom carefully made the pleats.
“Ruhanika, don’t move. Stand straight, or the pleats will get ruined,” she scolded me, her eyes focused as she worked on draping the fabric properly.
“Urgh, this is so irritating, Mumma,” I grumbled in frustration as the pleats slipped from her hands.
She shot me a sharp look.
“Ruhi, stand straight!” she repeated, gathering the fabric again.
“Draping a saree is so frustrating! You know what? I am never wearing this again. Who even has the patience to go through this headache?” I huffed, frustration clear in my voice as I struggled with the fabric.
“Your dad told you to wear an Anarkali dress. He knew you wouldn’t be able to handle a saree,” she reminded me.
“But I wanted to wear a saree, it’s my Farewell, and I will be able to manage it for today, and after today I am not gonna wear saree again,” I insisted, determined to prove myself.
She just shook her head, a small smile playing on her lips.
She resumed fixing the pleats while I held the pallu carefully.
“Mumma,” I murmured hesitantly.
“Hmm?” she hummed, still concentrating.
“What if ye saree khul gyi toh?” I asked, my worry creeping in.
(What if the saree comes undone?)
Seriously, what if it actually happens? The thought alone made me nervous. Urrgh, I really need to stop my intrusive thoughts. They always jump to the worst possible scenarios. My intrusive thoughts are always dramatic, turning the smallest worry into a full-blown disaster in my head.
She gave me the weirdest look.
“I’m securing it with tons of pins! If it even dares to move, let me see,” she said with full confidence.
But still I can’t trust my intrusive thoughts so that’s exactly why I wore jeans underneath-no risks!
“Kunaallll!” Mumma suddenly yelled, calling my brother.
After ten whole minutes, he finally appeared, still half-asleep.
“What?” he muttered, rubbing his eyes.
“Fix Ruhii’s hair,” Mumma instructed, finishing the last touch on my saree and securing the pallu in place.
He nodded sleepily.
“Bhai, wake up properly before you start working on my hair! I don’t want you messing it up,” I glared at him.
Rolling his eyes, he grabbed the hairbrush.
“Should I make a bun?” he asked.
“No, something simple with open hair,” I replied.
He paused.
“I thought you found open hair annoying?” he asked, gently parting my hair and plugging in the curler.
“I like my hair open,” I muttered, trying to sound casual.
My brother scoffed, raising an eyebrow. “Since when?”
“Oh ho, why are you taking my viva? Just focus on making the best hairstyle!” I shot back, rolling my eyes.
But of course, this nosy detective wasn’t letting it go. He smirked as he gently curled a few strands of my hair. “Just tell us if there’s a special reason for this sudden change in preference…” he teased, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.
I gasped dramatically. “Mummaa! Your son is getting out of control! Please handle him before I throw this curling iron at his head!”
Mumma barely glanced up, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
“Now only your bhabhi can handle him,” she said with a knowing look.
Bhai, who had been grinning seconds ago, suddenly choked on absolutely nothing. He coughed, his ears turning red.
“Oho, Bhai, kya hua? Already blushing?” I smirked, seizing the golden opportunity.
“Shut up and stand still,” he grumbled, focusing extra hard on curling my hair, probably to avoid eye contact.
Me and mumma burst into laughter seeing his face.
“Pass me the pins,” Mumma instructed, holding the pallu in place.
Bhai casually handed her a few pins.
We both turned to glare at him.
This guy just passed hairpins instead of safety pins!
“Do you seriously think hairpins will hold a saree in place?” Mumma scolded him, lightly smacking his arm.
I burst out laughing as he just mimicked me again.
“Kunal, you better learn the difference between pins soon. You’re going to get married one day, and what will your wife think if she asks for help with her saree and you don’t even know this basic difference?” Mumma lectured.
“Don’t worry, I’ll learn. Besides, helping my wife wear a saree is just a part time job, I know what my real job will be,” Bhai muttered under his breath, a mischievous smirk plastered on his face.
But I heard it. And I understood the hidden meaning behind his words.
He glanced at me, realizing that I caught what he said. I watched his reflection in the mirror, his shy, embarrassed smile and he cursed himself.
And i looked away, getting embarrassed why the hell I did understand this. Not my fault.
He carefully curled a few strands of my hair, securing them at the back with hidden clips. Finally, he placed a delicate pearl clip to complete the look.
“Done,” he announced proudly.
I looked at myself in the mirror.
Damn, I look beautiful.
“Am I looking good?” I asked, seeking his approval.
He frowned.
“Good? You’re looking the prettiest,” he said caressing my hair.
I smiled.
I called Vani and Tanya on a conference call.
“Guys, when are you coming?” I asked eagerly.
“We’re on the way!” they said in unison.
“Okay, help me pick a lipstick shade,” I said, sending them pictures of a few options.
“Go with rosewood-apply it lightly,” Vani suggested.
“And add a little gloss. It’ll be perfect,” Tanya added.
“Done!” I said, ending the call and applying the lipstick, completing my makeup.
As I looked at myself in the mirror, memories of our Scribble Day rushed back like a movie playing in my head. A shy smile crept onto my lips, my fingers absentmindedly tracing the edge of my saree’s pallu.
Where am I even getting this sudden confidence from? Since when did I start smiling at my own reflection like this?
Oh, right. Because of him.
Vihaan had teased me so much that day. Ugh, just remembering it makes my cheeks warm.
Shut up, Ruhi. Stop overthinking!
But… it was hot. My lipstick mark on his coat.
Cool down, Ruhi! Think of something else. Anything else.
My hands flew to my cheeks, trying to physically push away my embarrassing thoughts, but it was useless.
I whined, dropping my head against the mirror dramatically.
This chimpanzee is not only corrupting me but also messing with my thoughts!
Seriously, ever since he entered my life, my brain has stopped functioning normally. I used to be a decent, civilized human being, but now? Now, I catch myself blushing over the dumbest things, acting all cheesy, flirty and worst of all the shameless thoughts I have been thinking.
Urghhh, Calm down, Ruhanika Oberoi.
The thing is, this side of me, this giggly, blushy, somewhat shameless version-only comes out when I’m with him. And I love it. He makes me feel so comfortable, like I can just be myself without hesitation.
Although…I have definitely become a bit too shameless because of him. But do I regret it? Absolutely not.
I calmed down, patted my shoulder and did a quick twirl.
I am looking pretty!
(RUHANIKA’S OUTFIT)
I put on my heels and walked downstairs.
Everyone was staring at me.
“What?” I asked, looking between my brother and Mumma and dad.
“You look like a cute little bandariya,” Bhai teased, smirking.
“Go get ready! You’re my driver today,” I shot back smirking at him.
Rolling his eyes, he went upstairs.
“You look beautiful,” Dad said, smiling.
I grinned. I was going to replay that compliment all day.
But before I could, the doorbell rang.
I rushed to open it-only to see the two most beautiful women standing before me.
Vani gasped while Tanya blinked a few times, both staring at me.
As I looked at them, I had to admit my girls are looking absolutely stunning! Tanya is wearing a beautiful mint-colored saree, and Vani is dressed in an elegant black saree. Both of them look absolutely stunning.
“You two look sooo pretty!” I squealed.
For a second, we stared at each other in surprise-then burst into laughter.
“Thank You, Thank You!” they both said dramatically, bowing as if they were accepting an award.
I giggled at their antics before eagerly asking, “How do I look?”
They took a step back, observing me from head to toe with exaggerated seriousness. Then, without missing a beat, they exchanged a knowing glance before breaking into song.
“Kya khoob lagti ho, badi sundar dikhti ho,” Vani sang, twirling around playfully.
“Tum jaan se pyaari ho, tum jaan hamari ho,” Tanya continued, dramatically placing a hand on her chest.
And just like that, we dissolved into laughter again.
“You girls are looking beautiful,” Mumma said, smiling as she walked in.
She made both of them sit down and served them breakfast.
Bhai finally came downstairs, now fully ready.
“Let’s go,” he said, stuffing a final bite of food into his mouth before heading outside.
Just as he reached the door, he called back, “Call Vihaan too!” before stepping out to take the car out of the parking area.
I nodded and quickly dialed Vihaan’s number.
But, of course, this chimpanzee wasn’t answering his phone!
Sighing, I sent him a message and then decided to call Adhya ma’am instead.
She picked up immediately and assured me that she would inform Vihaan.
With that settled, I took one last glance at myself in the mirror, adjusting my appearance before heading out.
“Vihu, what are you doing? For the last two hours you are getting ready” Mom called out as she entered my room.
“Done,” I replied while fastening the watch around my wrist-the same one Ruh had gifted me.
I adjusted the sleeves of my black tuxedo, the one Prisha Di had specially ordered for me. Sometimes, she acts like a caring older sister, other times, she is a complete Witch.
As I finished, I noticed Mom watching me with a soft expression.
“Am I not looking handsome?” I asked, raising an eyebrow.
She chuckled, “Time flies so fast. I still remember dressing you in your uniform for your first day of school, and now, here you are, getting ready for your last day, about to say your final goodbye.”
She walked over, kissed my forehead, and ruffled my hair.
“Mom! My hair!” I whined, quickly fixing it while she rolled her eyes.
Once I was satisfied with my appearance, I muttered, “Now, I’m looking good,” before rushing downstairs.
Prisha Di had just woken up, still half-asleep as she stretched out on the couch. “Enjoy,” she mumbled in her drowsy voice before dozing off again.
Mom handed me my phone, “Ruhanika called. Kunal is going to drop you off, and I’ll come later, okay?”
I nodded in response. Initially, Sid, Yash, and I had planned to go to school together, but since they were coming separately, I had no choice but to go with Kunal.
As I stepped outside, my eyes instinctively searched for someone specific. But instead of the person I wanted to see, my poor eyes landed on Khadus Kunal Bhai.
“Good morning…saale sahab,” he greeted with a smirk, his tone dripping with teasing intent.
I smirked right back.
“Good morning…..hone wale khadus jiiijuuuuu,” I muttered the last part under my breath, hoping he wouldn’t catch it.
Unfortunately, he did.
“What did you just say?” he asked, narrowing his eyes slightly.
I kept my expression neutral.
“What did you hear?” I shot back, pretending to be confident.
Before we could get into a full-fledged glaring contest, a voice interrupted us.
“Good morning!” Tanya and Vani greeted each other cheerfully.
“Morning,” I replied, grateful for the distraction.
Vani gave me a once-over before tilting her head with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
“For the first time, you actually look decent, like a well-dressed jhingur,” she remarked, eyeing me as if I were a rare artifact.
I scoffed.
“Thanks, but you have always looked like a female jhingur,” I shot back, adding fuel to the fire. Predictably, she looked ready to strangle me but decided to roll her eyes instead.
I looked for Ruh waiting to see her but she is not here yet. I am excited to see her.
Tanya cleared her throat dramatically.
“Looking for Ruhii?” she smirked.
I choked on my own breath and immediately looked away. Tanya chuckled at my reaction, clearly amused.
Just hearing Ruh’s name was enough to make my ears heat up.
Then, I heard the main gate creak open.
I turned instinctively-and that was it.
My breath hitched.
She stepped out, wrapped in a soft pink saree that fit her perfectly, the delicate fabric shimmering metallic finish under the light as if it had been crafted just for her. Her mid-length, light brown hair cascaded over her shoulders in soft curls, a few loose strands falling over her face, framing her delicate features in a way that made my heart stutter.
And then there was her smile-bright, effortless, and so breathtaking that, for a moment, everything else faded into the background.
I sucked in a sharp breath.
But try telling that to my heart, which was now pounding like a drum in my chest.
This feels like a complete bollywood moment, I swear I could hear the violin playing in the background, just like in the movie “Main Hoon Na.” And in my head, all I could hear was-
Tumhe jo maine dekha…
Tumhe jo maine jaana…
Jo hosh tha… Woh toh gaya…
And then, as if the universe had decided to test my self-control, she walked up beside me. Close enough that I could catch the scent of her perfume-a soft blend of fresh rose and jasmine, warm and sweet, wrapping around me like a spell I didn’t want to break.
My heartbeat spiked again.
I clutched my chest dramatically, letting out a small sigh.
“Haaye,” I whispered, pressing a hand over my heart, which, at this point, was practically trying to escape my ribcage and run straight to her.
She cleared her throat and glanced at me from head to toe before smiling.
I know that smile.
It means I did a good job.
Before I could say anything, an extremely annoying voice ruined the moment.
“Ruhii.”
She turned toward her brother. “Ji, Bhai?” she asked curiously, walking over to him.
Meanwhile, I stood frozen, unable to take my eyes off her.
“Sundar lag rahi hai na?” A voice whispered behind me.
(She is looking beautiful right?)
Without thinking, I nodded.
“Ab ghoor ghoor kar meri dost ko nazar mat lagao,” Vani hissed in my ear, snapping me out of my trance.
(Now stop staring at my friend and don’t cast the evil eye on her)
I smirked, fixing my coat, “Mai hoon na, nazar utaarne ke liye.”
(I am here to ward off the evil eye)
No matter how much I wanted to be near Ruh, my luck had other plans.
Right now, I was stuck in the passenger seat, beside her overprotective Khadus brother, while Ruh sat in the back.
Every time I even dared to glance at her through the mirror, just a fleeting look…my heart betrayed me.
She looked breathtaking, so effortlessly beautiful it made my heartbeat stumble. For a fleeting moment, I wished I could freeze time, steal her away somewhere quiet, just the two of us.
I was still lost staring at her, she turned slightly, and her reflection vanished.
But instead…I was met with her brotherβs deadly glare in the mirror.
His eyes were cold, sharp enough to slice right through my soul. His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I could see it….me lying helpless on an operation table, him holding a scalpel, ready to perform surgery on me without anaesthesia.
I gulped hard, trying to shake off all those haunting thoughts.
I should really keep myself in control in front of him.
Damn it. This guy is getting married soon with my sister-shouldn’t he be spending time with my sister and leave me alone with my Ruh?
Huh!
Tanya, Vani, and Ruhii were in the backseat, whispering and giggling like three aunties gossiping about the people. I squinted at them through the rearview mirror. What was so funny?
And why did I feel like I was the target? I am definitely the target.
I quickly messaged Sid and Yash and they replied they were on the way.
Before I could process, Vani smirked at me through the mirror. The smirk. The smirk that only appears when someone is about to ruin my life.
“Ruhii is looking too pretty today,” Vani said, batting her eyelashes dramatically. “I am sure many boys will get a crush on her.”
She’s doing this just to get on my nerves-I know it.
But damn it, she’s right. Ruh is looking too pretty, urghh i should stick to her so that no one could approach her.
Kunal bhai, who was driving peacefully, suddenly gripped the steering wheel tighter.
“Boys? Then they can try” His voice dropped with a threat. “I will personally have a ‘nice chat’ with them.”
Nice chat-Note the sarcasm.
“But Ruhii will date someone one day,” Tanya added with the energy of a reality show contestant adding extra mirch masala. “What will you do when she suddenly tells you she has a boyfriend?”
Ruh coughed.
Meanwhile, I-her actual boyfriend-was suddenly feeling like a wanted criminal.
Kunal bhai took a deep breath, cracked his knuckles, and smirked.
I am not feeling good.
“Don’t worry,” he said, his voice calm but deadly. “I know how to use my scalpel very well in OT…..and outside OT too.”
I choked. Excuse Me?
I am that boyfriend. The very much alive boyfriend. And I would very much like to stay alive. I didn’t even kissed her and the both father and son duo planning the murder of me.
Someone saved this poor guy.
Meanwhile, Ruh glared at her brother, “Bhai, can you please be a little gentle with people? You always have violent thoughts. You’re so dramatic. It’s not like I’m dating a criminal.”
“That depends,” Kunal Bhai said, side-eyeing me.
Excuse Me Again?
I looked away because right now I feel like he will kill me with his glare.
Vani and Tanya cackled like evil masterminds while I sat there wondering if I should start writing my will what will.
Looks like my love life is about to turn into a full-blown action thriller-misery, tragedy, extra masala, and now featuring ‘Surgery on Vihana Raichand’ performed by Ruh’s very protective brother and khadus father as the ultimate plot twist.
Why me? WHYYY?
After an exhausting, chaotic drive, we finally reached the school. The morning sun casts a soft golden hue over the entrance, the air filled with chatter, laughter, and the gate is decorated with a farewell board.
As soon as the car came to a stop, Ruh turned to Vani and Tanya.
“You guys go ahead,” Ruh said.
Vani gave me a knowing smirk before turning to Kunal Bhai.
“Bye, Bhaiya!” Vani and Tanya greeted him and with that, they disappeared into the crowd.
But Kunal Bhai didn’t leave just yet. Instead, he lingered, talking to Ruh.
For freaking six minutes.
I tapped my fingers impatiently against my wrist. Let her be already! I hadn’t even gotten a proper look at her yet.
Finally-after what felt like an eternity-he pulled away from her and walked toward me, his expression sharp and calculating.
“I hope you will behave around my sister,” he warned, his voice firm.
I scoffed internally and rolled my eyes at him.
As if I’m going to listen to him.
Because, honestly, how could I possibly stay calm when Ruh is wearing that saree? The soft pink saree draped around her petite frame, the delicate pleats hugging her waist. And those cheeks-flushed a soft pink, just like her saree. Only I know how hard I’m trying to control myself. And that lipstick on her lips…..it’s making me think-Stop, Vihaan Raichand. Her brother is right here.
I am doomed.
I forced myself to focus when Kunal spoke again.
“49 minutes,” he stated, arms crossed over his chest.
I blinked, “What?”
His sharp gaze didn’t waver, “For exactly 49 minutes, you have been staring at my sister continuously.”
What the heck -?! How the hell does he always notice?! Does he always count?
My lips twitched into a smirk, “Tch tch tch, wrong, Kunal bhai-it’s actually 49 minutes and 53 seconds of admiring fine genetics at work. Sadly, your traits only include the ‘angry old man’ vibe and an impressive talent for being grumpy 24/7.”
His eyes twitched. Damn Good job Vihu.
Vihaan: 1
Kunal Bhai: 0
Looks like counting was a habit we both shared.
Before he could explode, his phone rang.
I tilted my head slightly to peek at the caller ID. My sister’s name flashed across the screen.
And then-I saw it. I gasped in horror.
Kunal Bhai…..was blushing.
What the freak-
He is blushing. Getting shy like a new bride. I pinched myself wondering if I was dreaming but no, it’s true.
A slow, wicked grin spread across my lips as I seized the golden opportunity.
“Okay, bye, hone wale khaduuuss Jiiiiju,” I teased, dragging out the last word.
His face turned crimson.
Before he could react, I turned and ran through the crowd of students until I reached Ruh.
She stood near the entrance, engaged in a conversation with Advay.
This guy.
The sight of him talking to her sent an irritating prickle down my spine. My jaw clenched as I strode forward, barely sparing him a glance before stepping between them. Without any hesitation, I muttered, “Sorry, I need to talk to my girlfriend for a moment.”
I made sure to stress the word girlfriend just enough to make my point clear. Before either of them could react, I grabbed Ruh’s hand and pulled her away.
“Vihaan-what the hell?!” she slightly yelled at me and i gently led her to the backyard of our school.
The moment we reached the storeroom, she crossed her arms over her chest, her hazel-brown eyes flashing with a threat, “What is wrong with you?”
I didn’t answer. Instead, I stepped closer, my hands sliding around her waist, pulling her against me.
She inhaled sharply, her confusion evident, “Vihaan…?”
Damn when she calls my name. My heart melted like a cheese melting in microwave.
My grip tightened slightly as I looked down at her. Her soft curls framed her delicate face, her lips slightly parted in surprise. I reached up, tucking a loose strand behind her ear, letting my fingers trail against her skin for a moment longer than necessary.
Leaning in, my lips hovering just above hers, I whispered, “Ruh, do you have any idea how insanely pretty you are looking right now?”
Her breath hitched.
I continued, my voice dropping lower, “The mere thought of anyone else even breathing within a kilometer of you is already driving me crazy. I just want to make sure that no one, no matter how far, can even think about getting close to you.”
I leaned in closer, my eyes searching hers, wanting to make sure she was comfortable. She sucked in a deep breath, her chest rising and falling before she gave a small nod before i could ask.
That was all I needed.
Slowly, I closed the little distance between us and pressed my lips gently against her neck.
Her skin was warm, soft, and sent a shiver through me. I could feel her body tense for a moment before she gripped the sleeves of my coat tightly, holding on as if to steady herself.
Her pulse was fast beneath my lips, her breathing uneven. I stayed there for a moment, just feeling her, letting the warmth between us grow.
Finally, I pulled away, my eyes locking onto hers.
She stared at me, completely still, slightly in shock.
Her body trembled slightly as she whispered, “Vihaan…”
I finally pulled away, my eyes locking onto hers.
She snapped out of it instantly, her face turning red.
Frowning, she crossed her arms and muttered, “Vihaan, stop staring at me like that.”
I took another step closer, my voice is softer now, “Just let me admire My Ruh for a moment.”
Her breath hitched again.
The golden sunlight passing through the small window casts a warm glow over her face, highlighting every delicate feature.
She hesitated, then, almost shyly, fiddled with the edge of her saree pallu.
Her voice was softer this time, “Mai kaisi lag rhi hu”
(How do I look?)
A slow smile tugged at my lips as I leaned in and whispered, “Bilkul Meri Ruh jaisi lag rahi ho”
Her eyes widened slightly before she quickly looked away, biting her lip. But still chuckled, “From where are you learning these cheesy dialogues.”
I watched, mesmerized, as the color on her cheeks deepened.
The urge to pinch her cheek was impossible to resist. Smirking, I reached out and pinched her cheek lightly.
“Eii! You’re so annoying!” she huffed, swatting my hand away. And before I could react-
She stomped on my foot.
“Ow, Ruh!” I yelped, jumping back.
She looked completely unapologetic as she shrugged, “That’s for pinching my cheeks.”
I groaned, rubbing my foot. “What? I can’t resist myself to not pull your cheeks, “
She glared, “Vihaan-“
Before she could say anything else, I suddenly muttered, “I have something for you.”
Her eyes flickered with curiosity, “What is it?”
I stepped back slightly, reaching into my pocket. Her gaze followed my every movement as I pulled out a small, neatly wrapped packet and handed it to her.
She unwrapped it carefully, her fingers grazing over the fabric inside. The moment she saw it, her lips parted in surprise.
A delicate White bow clip, embroidered with tiny flowers.
She stared at it for a long moment before whispering, “This is beautiful.”
Pride swelled in my chest, “Of course. It took me two weeks to embroider it myself.”
Her head snapped up, eyes wide, “You made this?”
I smirked, leaning in slightly, as I winked at her, “Your boyfriend is quite talented, right?”
She didn’t say anything for a second, just stared at me. Then, after a moment, she kissed me on my cheek.
My brain? Not braining anymore.
My heart? Dancing like crazy.
Me? Gone.
Then held the bow out to me, “Make me wear it.”
It reminded me of the time I had put the mint bow clip in her hair. Back then, I had tried so hard to win, but in the end, I couldn’t. Yet, that bow had always meant to be with her. That’s why that uncle became my savior, and we exchanged gifts we won.
The last time I had put a bow in her hair, we weren’t what we were now.
Back then, it was just a fluttering feeling. Now, it meant everything.
I gently ran my fingers through her soft hair, tucking a few strands behind her ear before carefully placing the bow. Adjusting it slightly, I made sure it sat perfectly.
When I pulled back, she turned to me, “How does it look?”
I grinned and gave her a thumbs-up. “Perfect.”
She giggled, but then suddenly gasped, “Oh gosh, Vihaan! We’re late-we need to be at the auditorium!”
“Yeah, let’s go before they send a search party,” i muttered as i realised we are late.
If mom finds it. I am gone.
We sneaked out through the backyard and rushed to the auditorium.
As we settled into our seats, I noticed her fingers constantly reaching up to touch the bow, as if afraid it might fall off.
I chuckled softly. It’s not going anywhere, Ruh.
Yash and Sid shot us questioning looks.
“Where were you two?” Yash raised an eyebrow.
“Yeah, we were waiting for you Vihu baby,” Sid added dramatically.
Then, out of nowhere, Sid wiped fake tears, “You forgot your best friends!”
I rolled my eyes, “Stop calling me that, and are you both done with the drama?”
They burst into laughter.
β’β’β’β’β’
“Good morning, students,” our teacher said as we all stood up and sang in unison, “Goooooood morning, maaaam!”
She laughed and signaled for us to sit down.
Then__________ the microphone died.
Everything in life is temporary, but the school mic is not working? That’s permanent.
The principal took the stage, tapping the mic. Finally, after a few tries, her voice echoed through the auditorium.
“My dear students, you are like seeds that have been planted, and now you’ve grown so much. It’s time to say goodbye. Every year, a batch leaves with smiles as they begin their journey. You have all blossomed into beautiful flowers, and I pray you will find success in life. There will be many challenges ahead, but don’t give up. If you ever feel stuck, take a break and rest, then get back up with full determination. Success is waiting for you. Always choose the path of honesty, no matter how difficult it may seem,” she said, with emotion in her voice as a year escaped from her eyes.
The sound of claps filled the auditorium.
Then, it was time for the junior students to speak. They share some poems.
“A very good morning to our beloved seniors, I am your host for the day, your junior, Advay,” said a voice.
I frowned as I heard his name. As he stood, he looked around, and his gaze landed on Ruh. He gave her a playful smile, and she faintly smiled softly.
I leaned closer to Ruh, giving her a fake smile while glaring at Advay.
He cleared his throat and continued.
The juniors performed a few dances and skits, and they did a great job.
Afterward, they announced game time. The games were to be done in group or pairs or individually, and we had to draw chits to mimic, dance or sing or any kind of act.
Yash had to mimic the famous scene from Sholay. It was hilarious, and we all laughed at his dramatic performance. This clown.
Next was Sid. He had to sing nursery rhymes with action. His actions were so funny, we couldn’t stop laughing.
Meanwhile, Vani, being Vani, got completely lost in watching him, whispering, “How can someone look so hot while singing nursery rhymes, his glasses, his hair….”
I murmured, “Have some shame. You are staring at my best friend right in front of everyone,” to which she shot me a glare.
“What can I do when your best friend always looks so tempting?” I coughed awkwardly.
What the hell.
Please save my best friend with her predatory eyes.
I turned to Ruh and asked, “Won’t you go up too?” She shook her head, not wanting to.
“I’m happy here, all alone,” she said, even though I could tell she wanted to join.
“Let’s go together. Don’t worry, no one will judge you. Everyone is just enjoying making memories, and no one really cares. We can be ourselves on stage,” I encouraged her, knowing she often missed out on fun because of her shy nature.
“Yes, Ruhii, you should go. I will record a video of you and this jhingur.” Vani added.
“Yes, you should go, look i had to dance to a funny song, it was so embarrassing but fun!” Tanya insisted.
“But what if I get something I don’t know?” Ruh muttered, shaking her head. “No, you go. I’ll watch.”
“No, you are coming with me,” I said, standing up and gently pulling her. She resisted at first but eventually agreed.
“Trust me, people’s opinions don’t matter when it comes to your happiness. It’s our last day at school, and we won’t get another chance like this. Let go of your reserved self and enjoy,” I encouraged her, and she nodded.
We went to the bowl where the chits were placed, and Ruh picked one. She looked at me, and I whispered, “Trust me, It will be fun, Ruh.”
And then, the music began-
Ooo haseena zulfon waali, jaane jahaan~
Ruh smiled shyly, tossing her hair back and looking at me with a playful glance.
Dhoondti hai kaafir aankhein kiska nishaan~
I moved around her, stepping carefully, trying to keep the energy lighthearted and fun.
Mehfil mehfil, ae shama phirti ho kahaan~
Mehfil mehfil, ae shama phirti ho kahaan~
Ruh gave a small grin and, feeling more comfortable, took a small step forward and twirled gently, her movements a little hesitant at first but starting to flow as she picked up the rhythm.
Woh anjaana dhoondhti hoon~
She placed her hand on her forehead, pretending to look for someone in the distance, her steps becoming more confident.
Woh deewaana dhoondhti hoon~
Ruh turned toward me with a shy smile, and I pointed at myself jokingly. I couldn’t help but feel proud that she was enjoying herself.
She giggled and twirled again, her movements getting smoother as she followed the beat.
Jalaa kar jo chhup gaya~
Woh parwaana dhoondhti hoon~
By now, we were both fully in the groove, having fun with each step. We moved more freely, laughing at ourselves. As our dance ended we both were breathless.
The crowd cheered, and when we finished, Ruh looked at me, a huge smile on her face. “It was fun,” she said as we returned to our seats.
Vani showed us the video she had taken.
“You both looked so cute!” she exclaimed.
“Send me this video,” I asked, smiling.
Ruh walked back, but she tripped a little. I caught her, “Aaraam se, Ruh.”
(Be careful Ruh)
She gave me a thankful look, and everyone teased, “Ahnnnn Ruuuuhhh!”
Then, it was time for the juniors to give us our titles As we all stood in the school ground, surrounded by the buzz of excitement, everyone eagerly tore open their farewell title cards.
Yash nudged me, curiosity evident in his voice, “Vihaan, what did you get?”
I unfolded my card and read out loud with a smirk, “Mr. Charmer.”
Vani, who was standing beside me, dramatically flicked her hair.
“Ha! I got ‘Miss Queen Bee with a Sting!’ And honestly, I love it!” She grinned wickedly, clearly proud of her title.
Perfect title for her. I burst fits of laughter as she glared at me.
Sid showed us his card, “I got ‘Mr. Silent.’ Well kind of true.”
Tanya, practically bouncing on her feet, held up hers, “mine is ‘Stage Slayer’.”
“Of course! Your dance literally sets the stage on fire every single time,” Yash teased. Tanya beamed in response, clearly pleased with the compliment as she shyly looked downwards.
And we all clear our throat.
Ruh, who had been quietly examining her own title, finally spoke up, her voice soft yet amused. “I got ‘Miss Etiquette Icon-Politeness and discipline, always on point.'”
Vani said, “This title was practically made for you. You’re like the textbook definition of discipline!”
Tanya leaned in, grinning mischievously, “Absolutely! The most innocent girl in our entire school.”
I took the opportunity to lean toward Ruh, lowering my voice so only she could hear. “Only I know how not-so-innocent you can be,” I murmured teasingly, my breath brushing against her ear.
Ruh’s eyes widened slightly before she coughed, quickly looking down and fidgeting with the edge of her saree. A deep blush crept onto her cheeks.
I chuckled at her reaction, enjoying how easily I could fluster her.
Meanwhile, a loud groan erupted from Yash, “What the hell-?!”
We all turned to him as he held up his card with an utterly betrayed expression. “Mr. Handsome-Fool?
What does that even mean?”
Sid shrugged, “Maybe the juniors decided on it.”
“Or maybe it’s because you once called Ragini Ma’am ‘beauty-fool’ instead of beautiful,” I smirked, nudging him.
Yash’s eyes widened in realization.
“Correct,” came a familiar voice.
We all turned to see Ragini Ma’am standing nearby, arms crossed with a triumphant smile.
“Maaaa’ammm, but whyyyy?” Yash whined like a child.
Ragini Ma’am laughed, clearly enjoying his reaction, “Oh, come on! It’s a good title. I personally asked them to write it.”
Yash looked at her in disbelief.
Ragini Ma’am shook her head, her expression softening as she looked at all of us.
“You guys are going to leave soon. I’ll miss my students all stupidity, your endless chatter, and the way you all would avoid discussing the test after exams as if it would change your marks.” She chuckled before her voice turned fond.
“I’ll miss Mr. Sharma’s entertaining moments, the way you all sprinted like marathon runners into class after playing outside during lunch break, the stupid doubts you asked just to pass the time so that period got over, and how you cleverly distracted me by asking a topic from taking surprise tests.” Her eyes glistened slightly.
“I’ll miss you all so much.”
The moment was so emotional that, without thinking twice, our entire class rushed toward her, engulfing her in a massive group hug. Of course, we made sure not to topple her over.
She took a deep breath before giving us a final piece of advice. “Life will throw many hurdles at you, but always be happy. Be honest in everything you do, and success will find you. If you ever feel lost, don’t let despair take over. Everyone has their struggles. Never choose the wrong path, no matter how tempting it seems. Shortcuts may bring quick success, but they’ll always have hidden traps waiting to make you fall. Work hard, be truthful, and trust in yourself. And remember-, ten years from now, if you plan a reunion and return here, I want to see each and every one of you thriving, achieving success.”
A hush fell over us as her words sank in. A few students wiped their eyes, and before we knew it, more teachers and juniors joined in for a final group photo.
The sun was starting to set, casting a warm golden glow over our school grounds. The air was thick with nostalgia, realization sinking in that this was it-the last time we’d all be here together as students.
After our group photo, we broke into smaller clusters, capturing as many memories as possible.
That’s when I remembered-there was still one more thing I had to do.
Mission: Making Ruh’s pallu stuck to my watch.
As everyone clicked pictures, I subtly positioned myself behind Ruh, waiting for the perfect moment. I tried to gently pull the edge of her saree to get it caught on my watch.
First attempt-failed. She turned around too quickly.
Second attempt-failed. She moved away before I could make it happen.
Third attempt-failed again. Ugh!
But then, as if the universe finally decided to help me, a sudden wind lifted her pallu, and it brushed against my wrist, perfectly getting stuck on my watch.
Done!
Ruh turned, confused, and followed the fabric with her eyes, only to see it caught on my wrist.
I grinned, “Looks like only your dupatta or saree’s pallu can get stuck to my watch.”
Her cheeks flushed a soft pink.
Click!
Sid, standing a few feet away, had captured the moment perfectly.
“Oh my god, you both look so cute in this picture!” Sid announced, showing us the photo.
“Guys, stand still, let me take more!” He quickly positioned us properly and started clicking away.
Ruh shyly adjusted her pallu, focusing on the camera, while I stood beside her, subtly stealing glances at her flustered expression.
Then, just as Sid was about to take the final shot, I turned and quickly placed a kiss on Ruh’s cheek.
Click!
“PERFECT!” Vani squealed from behind Sid.
Ruh stood frozen, her eyes wide, lips slightly parted in shock. Her breath hitched, and slowly, her gaze dropped as she avoided looking at anyone. I could feel, her getting all flustered.
I chuckled, shaking my head at her adorable reaction.
β’β’β’β’β’
After our photo session, I realized Ruh was no longer in the crowd. I looked around, but she wasn’t there.
“Where is she?” I asked Tanya.
“Oh, she went back inside the school,” she replied.
Nodding, I made my way inside to find her. But just as I turned the corridor-
I collided straight into someone.
I heard a familiar voice, “Ugh, this corridor has some serious personal grudges against me.”
I looked up to see Ruh rubbing her forehead, clearly annoyed. The moment she noticed it was me, her lips curled into a smirk.
“Can’t you see where you’re going?” she teased, her voice laced with fake irritation.
A spark of memory hit me. This was exactly how we met the first time.
I smirked back, “Excuse me?”
“Mr. Whatever, can’t you see?” she repeated, mimicking the very words she had said to me during our first encounter.
I raised an eyebrow, “First of all, who even looks at the floor while walking?”
She crossed her arms, “Mr. Whatever, I was walking perfectly fine. You were running in the corridor-where it clearly says ‘Don’t run.'” She pointed at the school notice board, which had probably been hanging there for years.
I grinned, “I ran so I could fall for you.”
Her giggle was like music.
“What magic did you use to make me fall for you?” I asked dramatically.
Leaning in, she whispered, “Ruh’s special magic.”
She laughed, her eyes twinkling.
Everything was the same-except for us.
I gently cupped her face and placed a soft kiss on her forehead.
“Let’s go, Ruh,” I murmured, holding out my hand.
She took it without hesitation, and together, we walked out of the school, leaving behind the walls that had witnessed our story unfold.
This corridor will always remain special to us.
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Finally Chapter 53…!!!
So how was the chapter….??
The comfort chapter for me.
I am gonna miss their school phase so muchπ
Your favourite scene?
Mine was their stage scene oo haseena zulfon wali ππ¦
(Ek aisa scene toh me bhi deserve krti hu apne pasandida mard ke sath….π« π€π» koi baat nhi akele hi enjoy kr lungi)
And second their last part where they recreated their first meet.π
Okay it was the kind of filmy chapter but I loved it.π
Btw ain’t Ragini Mam is too good.
My 11-12 class teacher was also like her, she was our biology teacher and she always motivated us, kaafi masti kri hai aur kabhi bhi dusre section me saath kuch bhi tamasha hota sabse phle unke paas jaate the.
I miss that time so muchπ₯Ή
Okay so I had to write a little scene of their farewell which i couldn’t in the last chapter and it was decided i will write 2k-3k words but I ended up writing 7K+ words….me toh thak gyi.
Baki you guys, board exam acche se do, ho sake Wattpad se break le lo and if you are reading in your break time set up the timer, 15-20 minutes se zyada nhi aur tension mat lo, stress free exam dena (kya mtlb mene khud ro ro kar board exam pass kiye hain π₯²)
Chalo ab acche se vote and comment kr dena! I am waiting. Bahut saare comments krna.
Enjoy Reading β₯οΈ
Stay Tuned for further updates….!!!
Bye Cutiepies…!!!π
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