✨Yuvaan✨

As soon as I saw her, everything seemed to pause for a moment. She was standing there, her posture tense, her eyes unsure, and for some reason, I couldn’t look away. Chavi—she had introduced herself softly, barely audible over the crowd. The name echoed in my mind, and I found myself repeating it. Chavi. Is she an angel !?

I mentally slapped myself. What the hell was I doing? This wasn’t me. I’d seen plenty of girls on this campus, and none of them had ever made me feel like this—like I’d been hit by a gust of wind I didn’t see coming.

But this bastard Agastya was still pushing the situation, playing his stupid little games with the freshers. His focus had shifted to Chavi’s friend, Janvi—or at least that’s what I thought her name was. She was standing her ground, trying to hold her own against Agastya’s arrogance, but I could tell he wasn’t going to back down. Not until he had his fun.

“Stop lying, junior,” he said, his voice dripping with amusement. He loved this—the power, the control. I had seen it a hundred times before.

Janvi didn’t flinch, though. “Yeah, we’re freshers. So what? What are you gonna to do about it?” she snapped back. Her defiance made Agastya grin even wider.

“Maybe I’ll take this to the authorities,” she added, her voice steady despite the threat. “You know, tell them how you’re bullying freshers on their first day?”

Agastya barely blinked. “Oh, I’m fine with a little complaint,” he said lazily. “But how about we make a deal instead? You sing a song, and your friend—” he nodded toward Chavi, “—can dance. Do that, and maybe I won’t bother you two again. Otherwise…” he trailed off, shrugging, “it’s not a big deal for me to have a little chit-chat with you every now and then.”

I clenched my jaw, irritation flaring. Agastya could be such an idiot when he was like this. But I didn’t intervene—not yet. I watched, waiting, as Janvi held her ground.

“I’m not your puppet,” Janhvi shot back. “I don’t owe you anything. You think I’m going to dance or sing because you told me to? Screw that.”

Agastya’s grin never wavered. He loved this. He leaned back slightly, his arms crossed, as if challenging her to keep going. “Alright then, I’ll see you later,” he said nonchalantly, before turning his gaze to Chavi.

I noticed the way Chavi tensed, her fingers fidgeting slightly. There was something about her—something fragile, but strong at the same time. She didn’t speak up like Janvi had. Instead, she stood quietly, as if trying to shrink into herself and disappear.

“You,” Agastya said, his voice teasing. “I’ll give you a choice. Dance, or sing. One of the two. You can’t possibly be bad at both, right?”

Chavi looked at him, her expression unreadable for a moment. Then, her voice came out soft, hesitant. “I don’t know how to dance.”

Agastya raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained. “Oh? Then you must be able to sing. Go ahead." This fucker.

Chavi shook her head slightly. “I… I don’t know how to sing either.”

Agastya scoffed, his mocking laugh ringing out. “How can someone be so talentless and still get admission into a college like this? What a waste.”

That’s when Janvi snapped. “I was thinking the same thing,” she shot back. “How does someone as cheap and useless as you get into a place like this?”

For a second, I thought Agastya was going to lose it. His face darkened, and I could see the flash of anger in his eyes. He was about to retaliate, but before he could, I stepped forward and placed a hand on his shoulder, stopping him.

“Let it go,” I said quietly, my voice calm but firm. Agastya looked at me, surprised. We didn’t usually intervene in each other’s games, but something about this was different. I wasn’t going to let it continue.

I turned to the girls, my gaze settling on Chhavi for a moment longer than necessary. “Aap dono jao” (you can leave)

Janvi, who had been ready for a fight, glanced at me, confused for a second, but then she quickly grabbed Chhavi’s hand and pulled her away. I watched them go, feeling a strange sense of relief that the encounter had ended.

Agastya turned to me, annoyance flashing in his eyes. “What the hell, Yuvaan? I was just messing with them.”

I shrugged, not really caring. “It’s the first day. Don’t make it worse for them.”

He rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath, but he didn’t push it any further. As the girls disappeared from view, I found myself thinking about Chavi again. There was something about her, something that drew me in.

And as much as I tried to shake it off, I knew this wasn’t the last time I’d be thinking about her. Pretty angel.