💗Chavi💗

The moment I stepped onto the college campus, something shifted inside me. It felt like a wave of freedom, a breath of fresh air after years of suffocating under the weight of expectations and the constant tension at home. Here, I wasn’t the girl trapped in a broken house; I was just Chhavi, starting a new chapter. The open space, the energy of students bustling around—it all filled me with a sense of possibility.

I was lost in my thoughts, soaking in the moment, when Janvi’s excited voice brought me back to reality.

“Can you believe it, Chhavi? We’re finally here! College! This is going to be amazing!” she gushed, practically bouncing with excitement beside me.

I smiled softly. Janvi’s enthusiasm was contagious, and even though I was nervous, her energy made it hard not to feel a little excited too. “Yeah,” I replied, nodding. “It feels… surreal.”

We made our way to the notice board, where a crowd of students were checking their class assignments. I craned my neck to look, and after a few moments, I spotted our names.

“Room 3A,” I said, pointing it out to Janvi.

“We’re in the same class!” she exclaimed, her eyes lighting up. “Thank God! I was worried we might get separated.”

Our first lecture wasn’t for another forty minutes, so we decided to explore the campus. As we wandered around, the vastness of it all made me feel even more liberated. No one knew who I was, no one knew my story.

We eventually found ourselves near the basketball court, where a large crowd had gathered. There was a buzz of excitement in the air, and Janvi, curious as ever, grabbed my arm and dragged me toward the commotion.

“Come on, let’s see what’s happening!” she urged, weaving through the crowd. I followed reluctantly, not really interested in whatever spectacle was drawing so much attention.

When we finally reached the front, I saw a group of boys lounging on the benches by the court. There were five of them, and from the way they carried themselves, it was obvious they were seniors. Two of them were standing, one with a basketball in hand, while the other two were seated casually on the bench. But the boy who caught my attention was the one sitting on the armrest of the bench, exuding an air of authority. His dark eyes scanned the crowd lazily, as if he owned the place. (Well, he do😀)

On the court, a few younger boys were doing push-ups, clearly struggling under the weight of their embarrassment. It took me a moment to realize what was happening. These boys were freshers, like us, and they were being bullied. I recognized one of them—he had been near the notice board earlier, also searching for his class. And now, he was being humiliated by these seniors.

A sense of unease settled in my stomach. This wasn’t what I expected from my first day.

Suddenly, one of the boys from the group noticed us. He smirked and stepped forward. “You there,” he called out, his eyes landing on Janvi. “Are you a fresher too?”

Janvi straightened up, her usual confidence shining through. “No, we’re in second year,” she replied smoothly.

That boy raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced. “Really? Where’s your ID card, then?”

Janvi didn’t miss a beat. “Oh, I don’t have it on me right now,” she said casually, though I could tell by the way she shifted her weight that she was slightly nervous.

“Convenient,” He said, his smirk growing. "What's your name miss!?" She replied "Janvi Mathur" "Agastya Malhotra" He introduced himself without asking. His eyes then flicked to me, sharp and assessing. “And what about you?” he asked. “What’s your name?”

I swallowed, feeling a sudden knot in my throat. “Chavi,” I replied quietly, hoping this would all blow over quickly. “And where’s your ID card?”

Before I could answer, Janvi quickly stepped in, her voice steady. “She forgot hers too.”

I could feel the tension growing, and I shifted uncomfortably, hoping this would end soon. But this useless senior wasn’t buying it. His smirk widened into a grin, one that told me he had us figured out.

“Stop lying, junior,” he said, his voice taking on a more serious tone. The playful arrogance in his eyes remained, but there was an edge now—a challenge.

Janvi’s smile faltered slightly, and my heart started racing. We were cornered. I didn’t know what to say, and I could feel the weight of the crowd’s eyes on us. My pulse quickened as I glanced around, looking for a way out, but we were trapped.

His gaze was still fixed on us, precisely on Janvi, waiting, like he was enjoying the discomfort. And in that moment, I knew we had just stepped into something we weren’t prepared for.

In that moment I felt someone's burning gaze on me, it was the boy who was sitting on the armrest . Earlier he was indulged in his phone but now he was staring at me like a creep. Gross. What the hell is wrong with him.