Sia’s POV

The bell had rung, and I was slowly making my way to class, lost in a whirlpool of thoughts. It had been one week since I joined St. Xavier’s High, the school that everyone in the city called "the best." But to me, it felt like I had walked straight into the script of a daily soap opera.

Drama. Everywhere.

If someone’s pencil fell, there would be a debate over who owned it. If someone got a stain on their designer uniforms, you'd think they were facing the end of the world. And don’t get me started on the kids here. Just because their parents have fancy cars and private jets, they walk around like they own the Earth, the Moon, and a few asteroids.

Thank God for Nisha. She was my lifeline in this ocean of dramatics, just as loud and crazy as me. And then there was Veer bhaiya’s group—Eklavya, the certified clown, was my favorite. But Rudra Malhotra? Don’t get me started on him. That boy thought he was some kind of royalty. Always walking around with his nose in the air, as if the ground wasn’t worthy of his gaze. "Rudra Malhotra," I scoffed internally, "more like Rude Malhotra."

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Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t even notice the loud footsteps behind me until a familiar voice bellowed, “Sia! Stop!”

I turned around , my eyes narrowing as Eklavya jogged toward me, grinning like he’d just cracked the funniest joke of the century. Trailing behind him, of course, was him. Rudra. Looking as uninterested as ever, his hands casually stuffed into his pockets.

“Good morning, tiny rabbit!” Eklavya teased, his voice dripping with mischief.

Tiny rabbit. That name again. My cheeks puffed up as I glared at him. “Don’t call me that! Got it?” I huffed, stamping my foot for good measure.

Eklavya, being the absolute menace he was, simply laughed. “Sure, whatever you say, tiny rabbit.”

“Ugh!” I groaned, but then a brilliant idea popped into my head. If he wanted drama, I’d give him drama. Throwing my arms wide, I sang out, “Gooooooood morninggggggg!” dragging the words out as dramatically as I could.

Eklavya, ever the entertainer, matched my energy. “Gooooood morninggggg, your highness!”

I couldn’t help but giggle. But then, my eyes darted to Rudra. He stood there, stoic and cold, as if our entire exchange was beneath him. Feeling a sudden urge to break through that wall of arrogance, I turned to him and chirped, “Good morning, Rudra!”

Silence.

He didn’t even look at me.

“Good morning, Rudra!” I repeated, louder this time, a little edge creeping into my voice.

And then it happened. He walked right past me, ignoring me as if I was invisible. No nod, no glance, nothing. Just the swish of his blazer as he strode toward his class.

I froze. Did…did he just IGNORE ME? Completely? My jaw dropped.

“Excuse me, what does he think he is? The king of World?” I muttered under my breath, my mind racing. “No, wait, even kings have manners! He’s just—ugh! Rude aggront Malhotra it is!”

Eklavya chuckled beside me. “Don’t mind him, Sia. He’s like that with everyone. Walking, talking iceberg.”

I huffed. “Walking, talking attitude problem, you mean.”

Eklavya just grinned as we started walking toward class. Trying to shake off Rudra’s rudeness, I asked, “By the way, which class are you in?”

“Same as Veer and Rudra—12th A, elite batch,” he replied casually.

“Oh, elite batch,” I repeated, dragging out the words dramatically. “Do they have golden desks too? Maybe a red carpet?” Eklavya laughed so hard he almost doubled over, and I felt a little better.

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Author's pov

The school corridors were abuzz with chatter as students hurried to their classes, their footsteps echoing off the marble floors. Eklavya strolled alongside Sia, casually tossing his basketball in the air.

“What about your class?” he asked, breaking their light conversation.

“10th B,” Sia replied. They walked together until they reached her classroom. Sia paused at the door, waving at him cheerfully. “See you later!”

Eklavya nodded and watched as she disappeared into the classroom. With a sigh, he turned to head toward his own, idly dribbling his basketball against the floor. His mind was occupied with the upcoming practice session, barely paying attention to his surroundings.

But just as he turned the corner, he collided hard with someone.

A sharp hiss of pain snapped him out of his thoughts. He looked up, startled, and saw a girl clutching her shoulder. Her face was scrunched in discomfort, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“Hey, are you okay?” Eklavya asked, panic lacing his voice as he stepped closer. “Are you hurt? I didn’t see you—”

“None of your business!” she snapped, cutting him off mid-sentence. Her voice was sharp, dripping with irritation.

Eklavya froze, blinking in surprise. “What?”

The girl straightened, glaring at him with narrowed eyes. “First, learn to watch where you’re walking before you go crashing into people!” she spat, her tone cold and unforgiving.

Eklavya stared at her, dumbfounded. She looked furious, her fiery gaze boring into him like she was seconds away from snapping again. “I-I didn’t mean to—” he stammered, but she didn’t let him finish.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, brushing past him as if he were nothing more than an obstacle in her way. Eklavya turned to watch her retreating figure, still stunned.

As she walked away, she didn’t even bother to glance back, her long hair swaying behind her. The intensity of her reaction had left him speechless. He stood there for a moment, trying to process what had just happened.

“What was that?” he muttered to himself, running a hand through his hair. A faint smirk crept onto his face despite his confusion. “Man, someone’s got a temper.” He shook his head, still baffled, and continued toward his class.

While in the 10th B ,the classroom buzzed with chatter, chairs scraping, and the usual hum of students exchanging notes and gossip before the teacher arrived. It was just another ordinary day in 10th B—until the door creaked open.

All eyes turned to the doorway, and the noise died down like someone had pressed pause on the chaos. A girl stood there, framed by the morning sunlight streaming in through the corridor windows.

She wasn’t just pretty—she was striking. Her long, raven-black hair cascaded down her back in soft waves, catching the light as if it had a shine of its own. Her almond-shaped eyes, dark and sharp, scanned the room like she was assessing a crowd beneath her notice. Her sharp cheekbones and smooth, honey-colored skin gave her an almost unreal beauty, the kind you’d only see on the glossy pages of a magazine. But her face? Completely unreadable.

There wasn’t a hint of nervousness, no awkwardness that usually accompanied new students. If anything, she carried herself with an air of quiet authority, as if she were the one doing the judging, not the other way around.

Whispers broke out like wildfire.

“Who is she?”

“She looks like some celebrity!”

“Why’s she so… serious?”

The girl walked into the room without acknowledging the stares, her footsteps quiet but deliberate. The teacher, who was busy organizing her notes, looked up and paused briefly before smiling politely.

“Introduce yourself,” the teacher said, gesturing for her to step forward.

The girl stopped in front of the class. Her voice was calm and low, smooth like silk but laced with an edge that hinted at something distant. “My name is Aisha.” She didn’t add anything more—no pleasantries, no forced smile, just her name, like it was all the class needed to know.

The teacher, unfazed, pointed to the empty seat at the back. “You can sit there, behind Sia.”

Aisha nodded once and walked down the aisle with the same quiet confidence. Her movements were graceful, her posture so perfect that it made everyone else suddenly aware of how slouched they were.

Sia, sitting in front of the empty seat, was already brimming with excitement. A new student! This was her chance to make a friend. She couldn’t wait to get to know her.

As Aisha sat down, Sia turned around, her face lit up with her usual bubbly energy. “Hi! I’m Sia,” she chirped, her voice bright and full of warmth.

Aisha’s piercing gaze met hers, and for a split second, Sia thought she saw a flicker of something in her eyes—annoyance, maybe? Or was it something else entirely?

“Don’t disturb me,” Aisha replied flatly, her tone cutting like ice.

The words hit Sia like a punch. Her smile froze, and her enthusiasm fizzled out like a deflated balloon. “Oh… sorry,” she said softly, her voice barely above a whisper as she turned back around in her seat, her face tinged with embarrassment.

As the lesson began, Sia stole occasional glances over her shoulder, her curiosity burning. Who was this girl? Why did she act like she wanted nothing to do with anyone? There was a story behind those piercing eyes, Sia could feel it.

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