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Tara Sharma –
Adayein badi funky, kare hai nautanki
Yeh chhori badi drama queen hai
Badi-badi aankhen hai aansuon ki tanki
Yeh chhori badi drama queen hai.
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POV TARA
“TARA SHARMA, GET UP FAST! THIS IS THE LAST WARNING! IF YOU DON’T, I SWEAR I’LL THROW A WHOLE BUCKET OF WATER ON YOU!” Mom’s voice roared through the house, and let me tell you, that women do not make empty threats.
I woke up with a jerk. “MOM, YAAARRR!” I groaned dramatically. First day of 11th grade in a new school where my brother studies and this is how I’m being treated? I mean, why can’t schools start after lunch or something? Is that too much to ask?
“Stop groaning like a ghost and get moving! Manav is waiting for you downstairs,” she barked and left the room, probably plotting new ways to ruin my life.
Dragging myself out of bed like a zombie, I shuffled to the washroom and taking my uniform I took the world’s quickest shower.
Soon after I got ready, I made my way downstairs. “Good morning, my lovely, perfect family!” I chirped dramatically, trying to hide my sleep-deprived soul.
“Good morning, my angel,” Dad said, giving me a kiss on the forehead. Bless him—he’s the only one who treats me like a queen in this madhouse.
“Good morning, lazy ass,” my brother Manav snorted. Ah, there he is—Captain Annoying reporting for duty.
“Good morning, you overgrown chimpanzee,” I shot back, sticking my tongue out. If he was going to start, I was going to finish.
“For heaven’s sake, can you both stop? The neighbors probably have started thinking that a wrestling match happens in our house daily,” Mom said, walking in from the kitchen with a frying pan in hand. Not gonna lie, I got a bit scared.
After surviving breakfast banter, I headed to the pooja room for some divine intervention. Lighting an incense stick, I prayed, “Hey, Bhagwan ji, it’s my first day in this jungle of a school. Please, bless me to not embarrass myself. Also, let my school life be memorable—not the bad kind, pretty please!!”
Feeling semi-blessed, I returned to find my brother tapping his watch like he was some big-shot CEO late for a board meeting. “Monkey, let’s go! We’re getting late!” I yelled, tying my shoelaces in lightning speed.
“But at least have your breakfast!” Dad protested, looking at me like I’d committed a crime against humanity.
“No time, Dad! If we’re late, Monkey will cry like a baby,” I said, grabbing my bag. Before he could reply, I gave him and Mom a quick hug and ran out the door.
Monkey was already on his bike, carefully setting his hair while staring intently into the rearview mirror, like he was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.
“Bas karo baal banana! Itna banate rahoge toh pata chale jo do-chaar baal bache hain, woh bhi na jhad jaye,” I teased, crossing my arms dramatically.
(Stop fixing your hair! If you keep doing it, the few strands you have left might fall out too.)
He shot me a deadly glare. “Huh, stop getting jealous of my gorgeous hair, you rabbit,” he retorted, striking a pose and flipping his imaginary luscious locks.
“Jealous? Of you? Hahahaha! That’s the joke of the century!” I laughed right in his face, which—let’s be honest—was the highlight of my morning.
“Bas kar daant dikhana aur baith jaldi! Nahi toh tujhe yahi chhod ke chale jaunga phir paidal aana khud hi,” he snapped, clearly offended as he revved the bike to make his point.
(Stop showing your teeth (grinning) and sit down quickly! Otherwise, I’ll leave you here, and you can walk to school on your own.)
I rolled my eyes, climbed onto the bike, and smirked. “Huh, jaise toh dad apko yeah harkat karne denge” I said, my ultimate trump card. Blackmailing elder siblings is an art, and I’m a Picasso at it.
(Huh, as if Dad would let you pull this stunt)
He muttered under his breath, just loud enough for me to hear, “Dad ki chamchi…”
(Dad’s little bootlicker)
I leaned forward and whispered smugly in his ear, “Suna maine.” (I heard it)
Ah, sibling banter—it’s the fuel that powers my mornings!
*******
Soon we reached the school, and I jumped off Monkey’s bike like it was on fire. “Aaram se! Itni jaldi kya hai tujhe?” Monkey snapped, his tone dripping with fake anger. I knew better—he’s just super possessive. Classic big brother vibes.
(Relax! Why are you in such a hurry?)
I flashed a sheepish smile. “Ahh, that Ishu, Mahi, and Shivi are waiting for me. You know how it is,” I said, trying to dodge his glare.
He shook his head like a tired dad. “Okay, but listen—take care, and if anyone bothers you, just tell me. I’ll handle it.” Oh boy, there he goes—Possessive Brother Mode: Activated.
“Relax, Mr. Bodyguard. Don’t start being possessive on my first day only” I grinned, waved, and ran off before he could add to his lecture series.
As I walked into the school building, I was greeted by a bizarre scene—girls were running like their lives depended on it, rushing in my direction like they were in the finals of the Olympics.
“Inhe kya ho gaya? Aise kyun bhag rahi hain jaise koi saand unke peeche pada ho,” I muttered, dodging a girl who almost crashed into me. Seriously, what was this chaos?
(What’s wrong with them? Why are they running like there’s a bull chasing them?)
“TARAAA!” I suddenly heard my name being screamed from behind. Turning around, I saw my three besties—Shivi, Ishu, and Mahi—waving like maniacs. Oh, and they had some new girl with them.
“What took you so long? Were you posing for a slow-motion Bollywood entry or what?” Shivi teased, putting a hand on my shoulder.
“Ahh, nothing like that! Just… I was wondering why all these girls are running like this. It’s like some wild stampede,” I replied, pointing at the trail of chaos.
Before my friends could reply, the new girl spoke up, “Oh, they’re running because… F4 has arrived!”
“F4?” we all chorused like confused parrots.
“Yes! F4! There are these four boys in 12th science—Tarun, Rajveer, Manav, and Rahul. All of them are super hot, but Tarun… oh my god! Half the school has a crush on him. He’s rich, he’s cool, and he doesn’t care about anyone. It’s *so attractive*! But personally, I like Manav. He’s sooo handsome.”
And just like that, I choked on my own spit. “Wait a minute,” I said, trying to stay calm. “What’s Manav and Rajveer’s full names?”
“Uh… Manav Sharma and Rajveer Singh,” she replied nonchalantly.
“WHAT?!” all three of us screamed in unison, loud enough to turn heads. The girl looked like we’d just announced the end of the world.
“Why are you all screaming? What happened?” she asked, thoroughly confused.
“The Manav guy and Rajveer guy you’re fangirling over? They’re their brothers,” Ishu said, pointing to me and Shivi.
The poor girl looked mortified, her face turning bright red. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry! I had no idea!” She nervously rubbed her neck. “By the way, I’m Tiya Malhotra.”
“No problem,” I said with a smile. “I’m Tara Sharma, and this is Shivi Singh.” We shook hands like civilized people (even though I was dying inside from the idea of monkey being called handsome).
Before we could talk more, the bell rang.
“Let’s go, guys. Assembly time,” Tiya said with fake enthusiasm. Ugh, the dreaded morning assembly—a.k.a. standing in the sun and listening to our principal’s inspirational speeches that no one asked for. We groaned but marched toward the ground after dumping our bags in class.
At the assembly, Tiya stood right in the front, then Mahi, then Ishu, then Shivi, and finally, me. I have a strict policy of never standing in the front—it’s safer at the back.
As we stood there, I overheard some girls from another class whispering behind me.
“Did you see how handsome he looked today? Oh my god, and he glanced at me! I’m so happy!” one of them squealed.
I rolled my eyes. Ugh, another fan club meeting for this mysterious Tarun guy.
But then, my brain hit pause. Wait a minute… girls were fangirling over Monkey too. Seriously? From when did my brother become Mr. Popular? Did I miss a memo? What’s next—a fan page for him? I was so lost in my thoughts I didn’t even realize the prayer had started.
It wasn’t until the prayer singer’s mic screeched that I snapped out of my lala land. With a sigh, I half-heartedly joined the prayer. Oh well, just another day in this crazy new school.
*******
Soon, our painfully boring prayer finally ended (thank God!), and everyone started walking to their classes in a perfectly disciplined line. Well… everyone except our group. Because, you know, we firmly believe rules are optional.
“Yrr Tiya, isn’t there any handsome boy in our class? I mean, give me a reason to wake up and come to school every day,” Mahi said dramatically, flipping her imaginary hair.
We all chuckled, and Ishita jumped in, “Mahi darling wait wait let me tell Rahul Bhai he will tell you then what handsome boy means!”
“Yrr Ishu, please don’t ruin my morning by taking his name,” Mahi groaned, throwing her hands up like she’d just been cursed.
Tiya raised an eyebrow. “Wait, are you talking about Rahul Mehta?”
“Yep, the same Rahul Mehta,” Ishita replied with a smirk. “He’s totally into our dear Mahi, but she doesn’t even give him the time of day.”
“Because he’s not my type! He once called my dress ‘nice’—what does that even mean? ‘Nice’?! Have some taste!” Mahi said, rolling her eyes.
While they continued their rahul-vs-mahi gossip session, I suddenly felt something tugging at my foot. Glancing down, I noticed my laces were open. Great. These stupid laces have betrayed me yet again.
Seriously, tying shoelaces is a full-time job for me. I can never get it right, and usually, Monkey helps me out. But today, I was on my own. With a dramatic sigh, I bent down to tie them, muttering curses under my breath about shoes being overrated.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity of struggling, I stood up… only to slam right into someone.
“Ow!” I yelped, stumbling back a little.
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