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The bright morning sun kissed the bus stop as Sia stood tapping her foot impatiently, glancing down the road for the bus. Her backpack hung loosely on her shoulder, and her brows furrowed in mild frustration. As soon as the bus arrived with a faint screech of brakes, she climbed on, scanning the seats. Suddenly, a loud, familiar voice called out from the back.

"Sia! Over here!" Nisha's excited voice echoed through the bus.

Sia smiled and maneuvered her way through the crowded aisle, dodging elbows and backpacks. Reaching Nisha, she plopped down beside her.

The ride was filled with laughter and endless chatter. Nisha teased Sia about her mismatched socks, and Sia shot back with a dramatic retort about fashion being subjective. Their giggles filled the air as the bus rattled along. Soon, the looming gates of their school came into view. As the bus screeched to a halt, the girls hopped off, shoulders bumping playfully as they walked.

"I talked to Rudra yesterday," Sia began, sighing dramatically, brushing back her loose hair. "He said he'll think about helping Aisha. Can you believe that? Head boy hai vo! Aur abhi iss matter me sochna kya hai bhai?

("He's the Head Boy! What's there to think about?")

"Well," Nisha replied, smirking, "it's Rudra. Thinking is his personality."

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They laughed, but their smiles faded as they approached their classroom. A thick crowd of students blocked the doorway, their hushed murmurs and occasional chuckles unsettling. The two girls exchanged uneasy glances.

"What's going on?" Nisha whispered.

"I don't know," Sia replied, already pushing her way through the crowd. Her heart thudded in her chest as she finally broke through the barrier of students-and the scene before her made her freeze.

Time seemed to slow.

Aisha sat on the cold, tiled floor, her knees tucked to her chest and her head bowed low. Her uniform, once neatly pressed, was stained with a mess of colors-red, yellow, green-splattered across her like a cruel, chaotic painting. Around her, balls were being thrown with relentless force, bouncing off her shoulders and legs. Each impact made her flinch, but she stayed silent, trembling like a fragile leaf in the wind.

At the teacher's desk sat Riya, her posture regal, a smug smile playing on her lips. Her gang flanked her like bodyguards, laughing and egging on the chaos.

Sia felt her blood boil, her fists clenching at her sides. A lump formed in her throat, and her chest tightened with a mix of fury and heartbreak. She stepped forward, her voice sharp and trembling with anger.

"Riya! Stop this nonsense right now! Aisha's getting hurt!"

Riya barely acknowledged her, lazily flipping her hair over her shoulder. "Relax, Sia. We're just having a little fun. Aren't we, Aisha?" she asked mockingly, her voice dripping with cruelty.

Aisha didn't respond. Her head remained down, her shoulders shaking slightly.

Sia's heart cracked. She turned to the students who were throwing balls and colors, her voice rising in desperation. "What is wrong with all of you?! Stop this, right now!"

Nisha joined her, stepping forward with fierce determination. "Have you all lost your minds? This isn't funny!" she yelled, swatting a ball out of someone's hand.

But the crowd only laughed louder, their cruelty growing more intense as if fueled by Sia and Nisha's protests. Sia looked around, her eyes pleading for someone-anyone-to intervene. But no one did.

Her chest felt heavy as she turned back to Aisha, who sat motionless, a tear rolling down her cheek. That sight was the final blow. Without thinking, Sia ran forward and crouched down in front of Aisha, spreading her arms wide like a protective shield.

"Stop it!" Sia screamed, her voice echoing through the room. "If you want to throw something, throw it at me!"

Nisha rushed to her side, glaring at the crowd. "What's wrong with you people? She's a human being! Have you all forgotten what that means?!"

But the students didn't stop. Balls and colors continued to rain down, hitting Sia's back. She winced but held her position, her arms trembling as she shielded Aisha.

Aisha looked up, her tear-filled eyes meeting Sia's determined gaze. "Stop helping me," she whispered, her voice breaking. "You'll get hurt. Please, just go."

Sia shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. "No, Aisha. I won't leave you like this. You don't deserve this. None of this is your fault."

The chaos continued, but Sia didn't move. Her heart ached with every hit, but her resolve only grew stronger. Nisha, standing guard beside her, shouted at the top of her lungs, "Enough! What are you all, monsters?!"

Nisha's heart pounded as she watched Sia struggle to protect Aisha amidst the chaos. she dashed out of the classroom, her breaths ragged and eyes stinging with tears.

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The hallways echoed with Nisha's hurried footsteps, her breath shallow and heavy as panic gripped her chest. Her heart thudded loudly, each beat a reminder that Sia and Aisha were in danger. Her hands trembled as she clumsily pushed past students who turned to glare at her, muttering complaints about her haste. But Nisha had no time to apologize.

As she reached the 12th A classroom, she found it eerily empty, her heart sinking further. Her voice cracked as she asked a passing student, "Where's the 12th A class?"

The boy, preoccupied with his phone, barely glanced at her. "Whole school's at the playground. Basketball match, remember?" he replied nonchalantly before walking away.

Nisha's legs wobbled, but determination overtook exhaustion. She murmured, "I have to get there," and started sprinting toward the playground. Her breaths grew heavier, her throat dry, and her chest burned as the distance to the ground felt endless. Sweat dripped down her forehead, but she didn't slow.

Back in the classroom, the chaos was only worsening. Sia, crouched over Aisha, was trying her best to shield her from the relentless attacks. Aisha's muffled whimpers broke Sia's heart into a million pieces, but her own pain didn't matter. Every color packet thrown at her, every ball that struck her back only strengthened her resolve. The laughter of their classmates rang in her ears, sharp and mocking, but Sia focused solely on Aisha. "It'll be okay," she whispered, her voice trembling, but Aisha remained silent, tears streaking her color-stained face.

Nisha finally reached the basketball court, panting heavily, her vision blurry from the tears and exhaustion. The sight of the crowd in the middle of an intense match filled her with dread. She knew she was about to interrupt something important, but the urgency in her chest outweighed all her fears. She pushed past the cheering spectators and ran straight onto the court.

The players froze as a ball hurtled through the air, heading straight for Nisha. She didn't even notice it, too consumed by panic, but Eklavya caught the ball just in time, his reflexes sharp. He glared at her, confused and annoyed.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eklavya's voice cut through the murmurs of the crowd as the match ground to a halt. The audience and players turned their attention to Nisha, who stood at the center, her chest heaving and face pale.

"I... Sia... vo..." she stammered, struggling to find the words.

Eklavya's frown deepened. Rudra, standing on the opposite side of the court, rolled his eyes, his jaw tightening in irritation. His mood had already been sour after yesterday's loss, and this interruption pushed him to his limit.

Veer stepped forward, his brows knitting in concern. "Nisha, what's wrong?" he asked, ignoring the murmurs and protests from the other players.

Nisha tried to speak again, but her breaths came out in short gasps. She was on the verge of breaking down. "Sia... Aisha... they're getting... bullied," she managed to say between gasps, her words cracking under the weight of her emotions.

Veer's face turned ashen, his hands curling into fists. Before anyone could process the gravity of her words, he bellowed, "The match is canceled! Everyone, move!"

The court fell silent, and the crowd began to disperse hesitantly, grumbling under their breath.

Rudra walked over to Veer and Nisha, his expression cold and rigid. "What's going on?" he demanded, his tone sharp as a blade.

Nisha, trembling, tried to stand taller despite her exhaustion. "Sia and Aisha... they're getting hurt. They need help!" she cried, her voice breaking.

Rudra's eyes flickered with a mix of shock and fury, though his face remained impassive. He turned to Veer, who didn't waste a second and sprinted toward the 10th B classroom.

"Eklavya, take her to the medical room. I'll go with Veer," Rudra ordered, his voice steely. Without waiting for a response, he followed Veer, his footsteps echoing with purpose.

Eklavya knelt beside Nisha, his hardened expression softening as he saw her condition. Her knees were trembling, and her face was flushed, tears streaming down her cheeks. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked gently.

Nisha opened her mouth to reply, but her body betrayed her. Overwhelmed by stress and exhaustion, she collapsed into Eklavya's arms.

"Nisha? Nisha!" Eklavya's voice rose in panic as he caught her limp form. Her head lolled to the side, and her breathing was faint. He didn't waste a moment, scooping her up in his arms bridal style.

The players, still lingering on the court, watched in stunned silence as Eklavya carried Nisha toward the medical room. His mind raced with worry, his usual carefree demeanor replaced with urgency. "Hang in there," he muttered, his grip tightening protectively around her.

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