Aadhya's POV
Next day.
I walked into school like—
"Welcome to the lion's den."
No background music.
No hero entry.
Just me.
And my bad luck.
—
I entered the classroom.
And—
Silence.
Again.
"Wow."
"Main itni famous ho gayi kya?"
My eyes went to the back.
Vivaan.
Nikansh.
Both—
Glaring.
Same intensity.
Same dark vibe.
Like I committed some crime I don't even remember.
Others?
Avoiding me.
Straight up ignoring.
"Okay…"
"Good."
"Peaceful environment."
"I like it."
(I don't.)
I walked to my seat and sat down.
—
First period.
Surprisingly—
I focused.
Actually focused.
Notes likhe.
Samjha bhi thoda.
"Progress."
Second period—
Same.
"Adi evolving."
"Proud moment."
—
Then—
Lunch break.
Finally.
I grabbed my bag and walked out.
Straight to first floor.
Less crowded.
Better survival chances.
I looked around.
Rooms.
Different doors.
Music room—open.
Another room—
Closed.
Locked.
Specifically locked.
"…suspicious."
"Yahan kya hai?"
"Treasure?"
"Dead body?"
"Secret lab?"
I tried peeking through the window—
Nothing.
"Of course."
"Life kab easy hoti hai."
I ignored it and sat on a table nearby.
Today—
No cafeteria.
"No Rey. No drama."
Safe choice.
I opened my lunch.
"Aloo puri."
Made by me.
"Masterchef Adi."
I took a bite—
"Wow."
"Main khud se shaadi kar lu?"
Within minutes—
Finished.
Completely.
"…"
"I should have brought more."
"Greed is real."
—
I leaned back.
Peace.
Finally.
Then—
"Oh."
The letter.
From yesterday.
I took it out.
Opened it.
Started reading.
—
My love Samar…
I raised a brow.
"Love letter…"
Continued reading.
Busy.
Olympiad.
Rumours.
Trust.
Birthday.
Music room.
I reached the end.
"…Jiya."
I folded it slowly.
"Samar…"
"Why does that name sound familiar?"
I thought for a second.
"…maybe classmate?"
"Also sounds like a playboy."
"Girls chasing him?"
"Huh."
"Typical."
I shrugged.
"Not my problem."
"Stay out of it, Adi."
Bell rang.
—
Back to class.
Same scene.
Same silence.
Same ignoring.
"Consistency."
I sat down.
Focused again.
Notes.
Writing.
Trying.
"I don't want to fail."
—
Last period.
Madam Garima.
Beautiful as ever.
But mood?
Dangerous.
She looked around.
At the class.
At the mess.
At the broken dignity of this room.
"Did I enter a class… or a dumping site?"
Dead silence.
I almost laughed.
Accurate.
"You all will clean this room."
Oh.
"Nice."
"No study."
"Cleaning duty."
"Perfect school life."
"I have a meeting," she continued.
"When I return, I want this class spotless."
Spotless.
She emphasized it.
Like a threat.
Then she walked out.
—
And just like that—
Explosion.
Cheers.
Claps.
Whistles.
Everyone walked out.
Door—almost empty.
Just me…
…and him.
Vivaan.
Of course.
Because why would my life ever be peaceful?
"Clean the room."
He said it like a command.
Not even looking properly.
"Why me again?" I shot back instantly.
He finally looked at me.
Blank face.
Cold eyes.
"Because you're annoying."
…
Excuse me??
Before I could respond—
He turned.
Walked out.
"Clean it. Or you won't go home."
Click.
Door locked.
—
I stood there.
Processing.
"Annoying?"
"ANNoying??"
"Bhai sahab khud kya hai?"
I took a deep breath.
"Adi… don't waste time."
"Finish it and leave."
—
So I started cleaning.
Windows first.
Dust everywhere.
Cobwebs too.
"Wow."
"Free gym + free cleaning job."
While cleaning—
I heard voices outside.
Muffled… but clear enough.
"What should we do? She doesn't even care."
"Yeah… even if we ignore her, she's still the same."
"Let's scare her. She'll transfer."
My hand stopped mid-air.
Ohhh.
So this is the plan.
"Will do that… but not now."
Vivaan's voice.
Calm.
Controlled.
Dangerous.
—
I smirked to myself.
"Really?"
"You think I'll get scared?"
"Try harder."
"I don't give up that easily."
"You'll just waste your time."
—
I continued cleaning.
Packets.
Dust.
Benches.
Tables.
Even those useless boxes at the back.
Finally—
Done.
I looked around.
"…wow."
"Yeh mera room hota toh mummy emotional ho jaati."
"'Meri beti sudhar gayi.'"
I laughed softly.
Then walked to the door and knocked.
—
Door opened.
They walked in.
Vivaan in front.
He looked around.
And for the first time—
He looked…
shocked.
"What the…"
"I cleaned it," I said casually.
"Bas back ke boxes hata diye."
Simple.
Done.
Over.
But no.
Of course no.
"It's still dirty."
…
I blinked.
"WHAT?"
"It's clean!"
I pointed around.
"Are you blind?"
He didn't answer.
Just—
Snapped his fingers.
Mahi came forward.
Didn't even look at me.
Picked up the dustbin—
And—
THREW IT.
Everywhere.
Dust.
Wrappers.
Trash.
Flying.
Back to zero.
My eye twitched.
"It's still dirty."
He smirked.
And turned.
"Clean it again."
—
Silence.
Inside me—
Something snapped.
"Okay."
"Bas."
"Ab hogaya."
I picked up another dustbin.
Walked straight to him.
He turned—
Confused for half a second—
And then—
WHOOSH
All the dust—
Right on him.
—
Dead. Silence.
—
"It's still dirty."
I said.
Glaring straight into his eyes.
—
His expression—
Changed.
Completely.
No smirk.
No sarcasm.
Just—
Pure anger.
His eyes darkened.
Sharp.
Cold.
Dangerous.
"Oh no…" someone whispered behind.
"She's gone."
"Vivaan's mad."
"Call Nik…"
—
"You foolish woman!"
He shouted.
Loud.
Explosive.
I flinched a little—
But stood my ground.
"Don't you dare shout at me."
"You started this."
My voice—
Firm.
Unshaken.
—
For a moment—
We just stared at each other.
Like war.
Like neither of us willing to back down.
—
He stepped forward.
I didn't move.
Not even an inch.
—
And just when it felt like—
This is about to get worse—
"WHAT the hell is going on?"
Nikansh.
Entered.
Looked at Vivaan.
Covered in dust.
"…why are you bathing in garbage?"
—
" SHE started it."
"HE started it."
We both spoke—
At the same time.
—
Silence.
Everyone froze.
—
We looked at each other.
"Stop copying me."
Again.
Same time.
—
"…what the hell?"
—
"STOP."
Nikansh snapped.
"Both of you."
"Look at yourselves."
"Fighting like kids."
—
I crossed my arms.
He looked away.
—
"Clean the room."
Nikansh ordered.
—
"I don't clean."
Vivaan said instantly.
"I'm the class president."
—
"Dheeraj is returning tomorrow."
Nikansh cut him off.
—
Silence.
—
Vivaan froze.
For a second.
That name—
Hit something.
—
"Dheeraj…"
I whispered in my head.
"Where have I heard that?"
Oh.
Naman.
He mentioned him.
The one he fought.
—
"So… he's the real class president?"
Then what is Vivaan?
Self-declared king?
—
I looked at him.
He looked…
Not angry.
Not smug.
Something else.
Unsettled.
—
Without another word—
Everyone walked out.
One by one.
Leaving—
Me.
And him.
Again.
—
Click.
Door locked.
From outside.
By Nikansh.
—
I slowly turned.
Looked at Vivaan.
He was already looking at me.
Dust on his uniform.
Hair messy.
Eyes still burning..
Great.
"Round two?" 😶