Hey Dovies, This's the 2nd chapter of "Humming Hearts" ✨️
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The sun was already unforgiving by the time the students assembled on the ground.
Rows upon rows of uniforms. Heads bowed. Sweat forming alliances with frustration.
Saanvi stood beside Aditi, wiping sweat from her forehead discreetly.
“This is pure torture,” Aditi muttered, glaring at the blazing sky. “Khud pankhe ke paas khade ho jaate hain, aur hum jaise pyaare masoom bachchon ko iss dhoop mein khade kar dete hain.”
Saanvi patted her back sympathetically. “Bade bade deshon mein aisi chhoti chhoti baatein hoti rehti hain.”
They both burst into laughter.
A sharp glare from a nearby teacher shut them up instantly. Saanvi bit her lip, trying to look innocent.
Aditi leaned closer and whispered, pointing ahead, Aditi leaned closer and whispered, pointing ahead, “Waise… the girl you met earlier? She’s Myra Kapoor. Our class head girl. Beside her is Rohan, the head boy.”
Saanvi’s eyes widened. “Oh.”
The prayer ended soon after, and students were dismissed class-wise. On their way back, head boys and head girls stood at the entrance, inspecting uniforms and ID cards with impressive seriousness.
Myra stood confidently, checking each student.
“Button band,”
“ID card?”
“Hair properly tied.”
She was moving with robotic efficiency until she looked up—and the world seemed to tilt.
In front of her stood a boy who looked like he’d stepped out of a high-fashion edit. He was tall, with sharp features softened by a calm, effortless presence. For a second, the noise of the corridor faded. The heat didn't seem to matter.
“Hello?” he said, waving a hand slightly.
Myra blinked, snapping out of it. “Uh—class?”
“12th,” he replied. “New admission.”
“And your ID card?”
“Haven’t received it yet.”
She frowned, trying to stay authoritative. “Then why didn't you tell the others at the gate?”
“They didn’t listen,” he said simply, his gaze holding hers.
Myra studied him for a second longer than necessary. “It’s fine. You can go.”
He nodded and walked away. Myra watched his retreating back, an unintentional smile tugging at her lips. She didn't even notice Saanvi and Aditi passing her until Aditi nudged her playfully.
Inside the classroom, chatter filled the air.
Aditi proudly introduced Saanvi to everyone, and soon the room buzzed with casual curiosity. But the atmosphere shifted abruptly when three students entered together.
Whispers followed.
Saanvi looked up and stiffened.
It was Myra…
the boy she’d argued with earlier…
and another boy walking beside him.
She leaned toward Aditi. “Why is everyone suddenly acting weird?”
Before Aditi could answer, Myra slid into the seat next to Saanvi, offering a warm, genuine smile. “Hi. I’m Myra. Sorry about earlier—ignore Rehan, he has no filter.”
“It’s okay,” Saanvi replied, her tension easing.
“Just a heads up,” Myra grinned teasingly. “The teacher loves making new students introduce themselves. Prepare your speech.”
Saanvi groaned. “No—please. I’ll die of awkwardness.”
Aditi laughed. “Too late now.”
True to Myra’s word, the teacher arrived and called Saanvi to the front. As she spoke, her eyes involuntarily drifted to the back bench. There he was. He was leaning back, watching her with a lazy, unreadable curiosity. Beside him, the other boy—Ishaan—watched her with a more polite, steady gaze.
She quickly returned to her seat, pretending not to care.
Classes passed in a blur.
During recess, Aditi dragged Saanvi around the campus, narrating school gossip like it was sacred knowledge.
By the final bell, exhaustion settled in.
As Saanvi packed her bag, two boys walked in—
one was the same guy she’d run into earlier that morning.
They came to Myra’s desk.
“We’re leaving,” the other boy said casually.
Myra stood up, waving goodbye to the girls.
Before she could step away, the boy smirked at Saanvi. “So… we’re in the same class.”
“So?” Saanvi replied flatly.
He raised an eyebrow. “What’s your name? Didn’t catch it earlier.”
She smiled sweetly. “I didn’t throw it.”
Laughter erupted.
Before he could retort, the other boy grabbed his arm. “Come on, Rehan.”
Aditi leaned forward, her eyes landing on the boy next to Rehan. “Hi, Ishaan.”
Then, turning a sweet smile toward Ishaan, she added, “Suniye, jaate jaate hume bye toh kehte jaaiye.”
Myra and Rehan chuckled.
Ishaan rolled his eyes. “In your dreams,” he muttered, dragging both of them away.
As they disappeared down the corridor, Saanvi exhaled sharply.
Not only was Rehan Oberoi arrogant, smug, and unnecessarily irritating—
He was now a permanent part of her everyday life.
Myra hopped onto the back of Ishaan’s bike, Myra hopped onto the back of Ishaan’s bike, and Rehan started his own.
As they rode, Rehan’s mind was a chaotic mess. He was still thinking about the collision. A small, traitorous part of his brain reminded him that he hadn’t been looking where he was going either in the corridor.
He had been looking at her.
Even before they hit each other.
There was something about the way she carried herself, like she owned the corridor despite being the new girl, that had caught his eye.
He forced a scowl, trying to shake the thought. “It was just a collision, Rehan. Get a grip.”
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