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The 𝕄orning ℂhaos

The morning sunlight streamed through the curtains of Sia’s room, casting a soft glow over the messy bed where she lay sprawled like a starfish. Her hair, a bird’s nest of tangles, peeked out from under the blanket that she had kicked halfway off during the night. The room was a chaos of colors—sketchbooks, pencils, and an array of mismatched cushions scattered around. It was a reflection of her personality: vibrant, unpredictable, and slightly chaotic.

“Siaaa! Utho, beta! It’s already 8 a.m. Firse late ho jaaogi tum!” her mother’s voice echoed from downstairs, sharp enough to pierce through the fortress of Sia’s sleep.

“Mummaaa, five more minutes… pleaaaase,” Sia mumbled, her voice muffled by her pillow. She shifted slightly but made no effort to open her eyes.

“No more five minutes! I’m coming upstairs, and I’ll call your father if you don’t wake up right now. Seekho apne bhai se kuch—uth kar ready bhi hogaya hai vo school ke liye!” her mother continued, her voice growing louder with every word.

That was enough to pull Sia halfway out of her dreams. She groaned dramatically, flopping around like a fish out of water before finally sitting up. Her hair was a disaster, a wild mane that seemed to have a life of its own. Her uniform shirt from the previous day was crumpled at the foot of her bed, and her face was still creased with pillow lines.

"Why is it always me? Bhaiya never gets yelled at like this," she muttered under her breath, her tone drenched with mock tragedy. As if on cue, she lay back down, only to hear her mother’s voice rise to a pitch that could rival a fire alarm.

“Siaaa! Don’t you dare lie down again!”

Sighing in defeat, Sia dragged herself out of bed, muttering, “This is emotional harassment, I swear.” She trudged to the bathroom, her steps heavy with reluctance, and splashed water on her face.

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Fifteen minutes later, she emerged from her room in her school uniform, the pleated skirt swishing around her knees. She paused in front of the mirror, her eyes lighting up with satisfaction.

"This dress is cute on me," she mused, striking a quick pose. "Bhagwan ji bas aaj bacha lena pleaseeeeee." She ran a brush through her hair, pinning it back with a bright clip, and added a touch of lip balm.

Grabbing her bag, she made her way downstairs, where the familiar smell of parathas and chai greeted her. She spotted her father sitting at the dining table, reading the newspaper, and her mother bustling around the kitchen.

“Good morning, Papa! Good morning, Mumma!” she chirped, her earlier grumpiness forgotten. She served herself a paratha and poured a glass of milk, all the while humming a tune.

Her father looked up from his paper with a raised brow. “Good morning, beta. You’re late as usual. Sit down and eat.”

Sia plopped into a chair and began munching on her breakfast. Between bites, she glanced around. “Papa, Bhaiya kaha hai? He said he’d go with me today!”

Her father didn’t even look up. “He left already.”

Sia froze mid-bite, her eyes widening in betrayal. “What?! He left? But he promised me he’d go with me! How could he do this to me?!”

“Stop complaining, Sia. You’re late. He couldn’t wait forever,” her father replied, his tone practical.

Sia’s face fell, and she poked at her paratha with her fork. “Great. Just great. Now I have to face school alone. On my first day of 10th grade!” she thought, her inner monologue going full dramatic mode.

Images of her walking into the first day of school flashed through her mind—alone, awkward, and painfully aware that everyone would be judging her. She imagined her teachers giving her disapproving looks for being late and the seniors whispering behind her back.

“This is going to be a disaster,” she muttered under her breath.

Her father cleared his throat, breaking her train of thought. “Beta suno, it’s your first day in 10th grade. Make a good impression on your teachers. And stop daydreaming!”

Sia nodded automatically, though her mind was still busy creating scenarios. “What if my teacher hates me from day one? What if they think I’m irresponsible because I’m late? Oh God, what if they give me extra homework as punishment?” "What if-"

Her mother interrupted her thoughts, placing a packed lunchbox on the table. “Stop overthinking, Sia. Just go and do your best.”

With a resigned sigh, Sia finished her breakfast, grabbed her bag, and headed for the door. As she slipped on her shoes, she muttered to herself, “Okay, Sia, you’ve got this. You’re going to survive today. Maybe.”

But deep down, she knew her first day of 10th grade was about to be anything but ordinary.

....

On the other side the first rays of sunlight seeped through the heavy velvet curtains of the mansion, illuminating the organized chaos that was Rudra's life. His room was a reflection of his personality—neat, disciplined, and exuding quiet intensity. The basketball trophies gleamed on the shelves, his desk was a shrine to academic rigor with perfectly stacked books and files, and even his gym bag hung neatly on a hook by the door.

Rudra, dressed in his crisp white school shirt, tie half-knotted, was combing his dark, slightly ruffled hair in front of the mirror. His sharp jawline and brooding expression made him look like a protagonist straight out of a movie. His brown eyes, deep and intense, spoke of someone who bore the weight of his ambitions—and everyone else's expectations.

But for all his self-control, there was one thing he hadn’t planned for this morning: Eklavya.

Eklavya Chaudhary, the self-proclaimed life of their friend group, had burst into Rudra’s room like a whirlwind, his loud, animated voice filling every corner. Eklavya was the antithesis of Rudra. His unruly black hair looked like it had been styled by the wind itself, his oversized hoodie and ripped jeans gave him a careless, boy-next-door vibe, and his wide grin radiated unfiltered energy. While Rudra thrived on control and discipline, Eklavya thrived on chaos and dramatics.

“Bro, you won’t believe how insane my trip was!” Eklavya exclaimed, plopping himself down on Rudra’s pristine bed, his sneakers dangerously close to the pillow.

Rudra’s left eyebrow twitched. “Feet. Off. The bed,” he said curtly, adjusting his tie in the mirror.

“Oh, come on! You need to loosen up. Life isn’t a timetable, Rudra,” Eklavya teased but removed his feet nonetheless. “Anyway, where was I? Oh yeah, my grandmother’s village! Bro, you should’ve seen me! I was, like, the king there. Everyone was asking about my college plans, my basketball skills, my—”

Rudra tuned out the rest, nodding absentmindedly as he double-checked his bag. Chemistry notes? Check. Math assignments? Check. Basketball jersey? Check. He wasn’t ignoring Eklavya entirely—he was just prioritizing. But Eklavya, being Eklavya, noticed.

“Rudra, are you even listening, or am I just wasting my breath here?” he demanded, crossing his arms dramatically.

“I’m listening,” Rudra replied flatly without looking up.

“Liar! What did I just say?”

“You were talking about… uh… the village?” Rudra offered, his tone deadpan.

“Ugh! I knew it!” Eklavya threw his arms up in mock despair. “You’re such a boring ass. Pata nahi veer jhelta kaise hai tujhe?”

Rudra smirked faintly. “Patience.”

“Well, I’m running out of it! This is our last year of school, bro! Live a little. Be spontaneous! Skip class. Date someone. Do something crazy for once!”

Rudra shot him a glare, the kind that could silence an entire classroom. But Eklavya, unfazed, only grinned wider.

“Anyway, where’s Veer? He’s always on time." Eklavya asked, rolling his eyes playfully.

Rudra shrugged. “Haven’t seen him. Let’s go. We’re getting late.”

“Late? Us?” Eklavya checked his watch and burst into laughter. “Rudra, the school is ten minutes away, and there’s a whole thirty minutes before it even starts! You’re such a nerd.”

“We’re going,” Rudra said firmly, grabbing his bag.

“You know what? You’re impossible.” Eklavya sighed dramatically, throwing his hands up in surrender. “But fine. Lead the way, Captain ANNOYING_ASS!”

.......

As they headed downstairs, Rudra couldn’t help but marvel at Eklavya’s ability to fill silence with his chatter. It was both infuriating and oddly comforting. For someone like Rudra, who lived by rules and structure, Eklavya was an unpredictable storm.

They were an odd pair: Rudra, the head boy, school topper, and basketball team captain, walking next to Eklavya, the group’s wildcard—dramatic, loud, and occasionally annoying. But for all his antics, Eklavya had a knack for pulling Rudra out of his head.

Not that Rudra would ever admit it.

“Itna kyu shant hai bhai? ” Eklavya asked, breaking into Rudra’s thoughts. “Apni girlfriend ke baare me soch raha hai? ? Oh! Sorry shit, teri toh hai hi nahi”

Rudra rolled his eyes. “Not everyone is obsessed with relationships, Eklavya.”

“haan haan... Keep telling yourself that. But mark my words, Rudra Maharaj, by the end of this year, even you will be in a love story. And I’ll be the one narrating it!”

Rudra shook his head, unable to hide the faintest hint of a smile. As annoying as Eklavya was, his ridiculous optimism was oddly infectious.

...

Sia stepped out of the auto, the morning sun gently warming her face, and found herself standing in front of what could only be described as a palace. Her jaw fell open. This was no school—it was a masterpiece of architecture! The sprawling campus stretched endlessly before her, with a grand arched gate, polished white walls glistening in the sunlight, and tall, elegant buildings lined with lush green gardens.

"Yeh? yeh mera sachool hai???” she muttered, awestruck. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight. A fountain at the center of the courtyard spouted water in perfect symmetry. The massive clock tower loomed above, its golden hands ticking away. Students in crisp uniforms walked confidently, chatting and laughing like they owned the place. Sia clutched her bag tighter, feeling like a fish out of water.

“School ke naam par bhool bhulaiya bana diya.. Huh.. Class kaisee milegii abb!!????"she mumbled, the panic creeping in. Her lips curved into a pout, and her brows furrowed. “And where the hell is Bhaiyaa? Wasn’t he supposed to show me around?” she grumbled, a mix of stress and irritation bubbling within her.

Letting out a dramatic sigh, she adjusted her bag and entered the gates, trying to exude the confidence of someone who knew exactly where they were going. She didn’t. Not even a little.

Just then, she noticed a huge crowd near a notice board close to the gate. Students swarmed like bees, all trying to peek at a single piece of paper pinned to the board. She turned to the security guard nearby, her voice tinged with urgency.

“What’s happening over there? Why is everyone pushing like it’s a concert?”

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