Neel X Malang

The Battle Begins

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Hey don't paste it there paste it on the front wall so that it will be visible to all.
What are u doing here ? Go and paste posters on the front gate.
Why are you still here don't let anyone enter in the dance room until I say so
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The morning at MAD University was a whirlwind of chaos, with students pasting posters against the welfare program. The air crackled with tension as voices clamored and footsteps echoed through the corridors. Neel and Rihaana stood on the sidelines, observing the commotion with furrowed brows.

"You know vry well what to do right, there shouldn't be any mistake this time . We can't let these bloody cheap welfare charity dimwit's ruin our crew Neel," Rihaana said, her voice barely audible above the din, as she stretched out her limbs in preparation for her warm-up routine.

Neel nodded, his jaw set with determination. "Of course, Ri. Enough of their drama. This time, it's us who will select the best for our team."

Ishaan's brow furrowed in confusion as he approached Neel and Rihaana amidst the chaos. "What's happening here? And what's with all these anti-welfare program posters?"

Rihaana turned towards ishaan to face him . "What do you mean, Ishaan? Of course, we can't let our team fail again because of these BGs," she declared, her frustration evident in her tone. "They don't belong here, and every time we fail because of these talentless fools who call themselves dancers, it tarnishes the reputation of Ruthless."

Ishaan's confusion deepened, his gaze shifting from Rihaana to Neel as he tried to make sense of the situation. "But everyone should get the chance it's not fair, isn't the welfare program supposed to provide opportunities for everyone, regardless of their background?" he questioned.

Neel's expression hardened as he shook his head. "Not everyone has what it takes to be part of Ruthless," he replied firmly. "We can't afford to compromise our standards for the sake of inclusivity."

Rihaana nodded in agreement, her determination unwavering. "Exactly, Ishaan. Ruthless is about excellence and dedication. We can't let anyone drag us down."

As the chaos continued to swirl around them, Just then, amidst the uproar, Sam, another member of their crew, hurried over to join them. Her expression was a mix of concern and determination as she took in the scene before her. "What's going on? Why is everyone freaking out?" she asked, her voice barely audible over the noise.

Neel turned to Sam, his gaze intense. "It's the welfare program again," he explained, his tone tinged with frustration. "They're trying to push their agenda onto us, but we won't let them ruin what we've built here."

Sam's eyes widened in understanding as she surveyed the chaos around them. "Got it," she said, her voice firm with determination. "We'll stick together and make sure Ruthless comes out on top, no matter what."

"But guys, this isn't right. We shouldn't do-" Ishaan began

"You are my best friend, aren't you? And those low-class people are trying to destroy our reputation. If you're my best friend, I expect you to be on our side," Rihaana said, cutting Ishaan off mid-sentence.

"But-" Ishaan started again, only to be interrupted by Rihaana once more.

"Ishaan," Rihaana again cut ishan off sternly, frustration evident in her tone.

"Okay, okay, fine. Alright, let's do it," Ishaan said with hesitation, not entirely comfortable with the idea but complying nonetheless.

Ishaan couldn't help but feel the weight of her expectations as the captain of their crew. He understood her concerns about protecting their team's reputation and realized the importance of standing united, even if it meant making compromises he wasn't entirely comfortable with.

With a reluctant nod, Ishaan fell into step with the rest of the group, their resolve stronger than ever.

Amidst all the chaos and hurdles, a figure emerged. It was Malang, a newcomer to MAD University. Nervousness gripped him tightly as he stepped onto campus for the first time, his eyes widening further as he took in the scene unfolding before him. His gaze shifted nervously from one group to another, as if searching for a safe place amidst the storm.

As he moved forward, he was stopped for a student ID check. After confirming his identity, he hesitated, unsure of where to go next. His eyes darted back and forth as he searched for the principal's office, desperately wanting to get his schedule but feeling lost in this big campus because he doesn't know the way to the principal's office as he is new here.

Just then, a hand was placed on his shoulder, causing him to flinch in surprise. He turned to see the person.

"Um, hi," the newcomer began. "Do you know the way to the principal's office? Actually, I'm new here and I don't know my way around."

Malang's tension eased slightly as he realized he wasn't alone in his confusion. "Oh, hi," he replied. "I'm new too. I was just about to look for the principal's office myself."

"Oh really? Guess we're stuck," the girl said with humor. "By the way, I'm Netra. Netra Lokhande," she said, offering her hand.

"Malang," he replied, introducing himself with a nod as they shook hands.

"Looks like you're not the type to talk much," Netra said, laughing slightly. "By the way, I see we're both lost, so why not just go together and find the way around to the principal's office? And now that we've introduced ourselves, we're friends now. Let's go!" she said enthusiastically, smiling.

Without waiting for Malang's reply, she grabbed his hand and started walking ahead trying to find the office .
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Neal marched through the corridors, his frustration boiling beneath the surface as he was irritated with the welfare program issue. The last thing he needed was to be late for his class, risking the wrath of his already obnoxious teacher and ruining his day even more.

Lost in his thoughts he barely registered what was happening around him. He snapped out of his trance when someone bumped into him.
Great my day is bound to be ruined today. He thought irritatedly.
His irritation flared up immediately, his gaze directed towards the culprit.
He was surprised to see that the boy who had hit him weighed no more than a feather, and he went flying straight to the floor while I remained still.

When Neel saw the boy struggling to get back on his feet, a ray of satisfaction flashed in his mind. "Serves him right" . He thought bitterly.

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