CHAPTER 4

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"Humming Hearts" ✨️

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As the days went on, the class had accepted one fact—

Saanvi Malhotra and Rehan Oberoi could not exist in the same space without tension.

Rehan was already seated when Saanvi entered the classroom that morning. He was leaning back, his long legs stretched out under the desk, looking like he owned the air around him.

She slowed for half a second before reaching her seat beside him.

“Morning, Malhotra,” he greeted, his lips curling into that signature, infuriating smirk.

Saanvi’s jaw tightened. “My name is Saanvi. Not Malhotra.”

He tilted his head, watching her with dark, observant eyes. “I know.”

“Achha to tum ye sab jaan bujh ke kar rahe,” she snapped, placing her bag down harder than necessary. “You’re honestly so mean. Do you enjoy irritating people? Or is that your special talent?”

She launched into a full-scale rant, her hands moving as fast as her words. Rehan didn’t interrupt. He didn't even look annoyed. He just watched her, his gaze steady.

For Rehan, this was… refreshing. Most people spoke to him in whispers or avoided his eyes because of the "incident." But Saanvi? She looked at him with pure, unfiltered annoyance. She treated him like a human being, even if it was a human being she wanted to strangle.

“Please, keep talking,” he said lazily, stifling a fake yawn. “I only yawn when I’m super fascinated.”

Saanvi’s eyes widened in disbelief. “Idiot!”

She marched off to join Myra and Aditi at the front, muttering a string of colorful words under her breath. Rehan’s smirk didn't fade; it just softened into something a little more real.

The teacher arrived soon after, clapping her hands for attention.

“There’s an announcement,” Ms. Tara said. “The annual function is coming up. Anyone interested in singing, dancing, or acting can submit their names to Myra.”

Aditi’s eyes lit up instantly. “Chal na, dance mein participate karte hain,” she told Saanvi.

“Nahi yaar, mujhe nahi karni,” Saanvi said lazily.

Aditi looked at her, clearly unimpressed. “Saanvi, I saw your Instagram highlights. You danced so well, yaar.”

Before Saanvi could stop her, her name was already on Myra’s list in bold letters.

“Fine,” Saanvi sighed, then leaned closer to her friends. “Anyway, I need the notes for the classes I missed. My dad will kill me if my first report card is a disaster.”

Aditi replied, “Theek hai. Phir school ke baad aaj mere ghar chalte hain. Wahan thodi si gossip kar lenge, aur phir tum notes le lena.”

“Myra, tu bhi chal. Milke gappe maarenge,” she said to Myra.

Myra nodded. “Count me in. I need a break from these two idiots,” she said, gesturing toward Rehan and Ishaan.

Saanvi agreed. “Theek hai… lekin jaane se pehle mujhe sirf apne bhai ko inform karna hai.”

As they were talking, the teacher’s voice cut in.

“Trideviyon… agar aapki baatein khatam ho gayi ho, toh hum kuch bolein?” Ms. Tara said, looking at them.

All three stiffened, and the class burst into laughter.

“Ji, ma’am, boliye na… humaari permission lene ki kya zarurat?” Saanvi said innocently.

Aditi and Myra chuckled.

“Bas muh chalane ko keh do in logon ko,” Ms. Tara muttered angrily.

“Myra,” the she added, “Go to class 12 and take name of the students who wants to take part in function. ”

Myra’s heart skipped a beat. She stood up, smoothing her skirt, her skin humming with a sudden, nervous energy. As she turned, she caught Rehan and Ishaan looking at her. They both had the same "we know exactly why you’re blushing" smile. She ignored them and walked out, her footsteps echoing in the quiet corridor.

Class 12 was a different world. It was quieter, more serious.

As Myra stepped inside, her eyes searched the room without her permission. And then she saw him. Sameer.

He was seated by the window, the sunlight catching the sharp line of his jaw. He looked so focused, so calm. Their eyes met for a split second, and Myra felt as if the air had been sucked out of the room. Her breath hitched, and a swarm of butterflies erupted in her stomach.

He was the first to look away, returning to his notebook, completely unaware that he had just turned Myra’s world upside down.

A girl approached Myra. “Yes?”

“I’m here to take names for the annual function,” Myra said, finding her voice.

As the girl helped her, Myra’s gaze drifted again.

That guy was sitting beside another girl. Seeing them sit so close—their shoulders almost touching—made something in Myra’s chest tighten. It was a sharp, tiny sting of jealousy she didn't want to admit to. She finished her task quickly and practically ran out of the room.

Rationally, she knew it meant nothing. Seating arrangements. Nothing more.

Still, something in her chest tightened.

She finished her task quietly and left.

By the last period, exhaustion settled in.

As Saanvi stood up, her foot accidentally knocked against Rehan’s.

“What was that?” he asked.

“It was a mistake,” she replied sharply.

“Mistake ya phir.... jaan bujh ke mujhe touch karne ka irada hai.”

“Tum thode pagal wagal ho kya!! And you should stop assuming everything is about you.”

Before it could escalate, Ishaan appeared, smacking the back of Rehan’s head lightly. “Bass karo yaar tum dono.... kya bachho ke jaise jhagad rahe ho.”

“Saanvi, tum Aditi ke saath aana. Main gate ke paas hoon,” Myra told her.

Myra waved her a goodbye, dragging both boys away with her.

Saanvi exhaled.

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Outside, Sameer was waiting for Saanvi on his bike near the gate. Soon, Saanvi and Aditi reached him.

“Bhai,” Saanvi said, introducing Aditi. “She’s my friend, Aditi.”

Aditi greeted him politely. “Hi, bhaiya.”

Sameer gave a short, polite nod. “Hi.”

“Bhaiya, I need notes from the classes I’ve missed, so main Aditi ke ghar jaa rahi hoon,” Saanvi told him.

Sameer nodded, studying her briefly. “Theek hai, jaldi aana. Lekin aaogi kaise? Main lene aa jaun?” he asked curiously.

Before Saanvi could answer, Aditi spoke up. “Bhaiya, I’ll drop her.”

“Theek hai phir. Dhyaan rakhna apna,” he said to her.

“I will,” Saanvi replied.

As they walked away, Saanvi felt oddly lighter.

And somewhere across the school yard, Myra was still thinking about a boy by a window, while Rehan was thinking about a girl who wasn't afraid to call him an idiot.

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