Miss Shetty and Mr Gupta

~Chapter 7~

~Council part 2~

Isha's POV

A wave of nervous energy pulsed through me as I waited for my turn. The auditorium buzzed with anticipation, the air thick with a mixture of excitement and friendly competition. Finally, my name was called. Taking a deep breath, I strode confidently towards the stage, the bright lights momentarily blinding me.

With a quick glance at the sea of faces before me, I silenced the flutter in my stomach and began. My voice, clear and steady, resonated through the hall as I outlined my vision for the school. I spoke of improved facilities, a more vibrant school spirit, and most importantly, increased support for the students living in the boarding house. Their well-being, I emphasized, was a top priority.

As I concluded my speech with a flourish, a thunderous round of applause erupted, washing over me in a wave of relief and exhilaration. Beaming, I descended from the stage, my friends' enthusiastic cheers echoing in my ears.

"So...?" I whispered, my voice tinged with nervous anticipation.

"Isha, that was amazing!" Maitri gushed, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "Your speech was clear, passionate, and you covered everything!"

The rest of my friends chimed in, their compliments a much-needed confidence boost. Just then, Rishi slipped into the seat next to me, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

"Told you you'd nail it," he said with a playful nudge. A wave of warmth spread through me – his words, despite their teasing nature, held a hint of genuine pride.

The afternoon progressed in a blur of speeches, each candidate vying for the audience's attention. Rishi's turn finally arrived, and he sauntered onto the stage with his usual easy confidence. His speech, delivered with a touch of humor and a dash of genuine passion, focused on revitalizing the school's arts program, a cause he held close to his heart.

As he finished, the auditorium erupted in applause once more. We all (including me, I freely admitted) had to concede that Rishi had delivered a compelling speech.

"You rocked it, Rishi!" I exclaimed, clapping enthusiastically as he rejoined us.

He grinned, a hint of surprise flickering across his face. "Thanks, Isha. You weren't so bad yourself."

A spark of playful competition reignited between us, fueled by the success of our speeches. The outcome of the election was anyone's guess, but one thing was certain – this campaign had brought us closer, transforming friendly rivalry into a newfound respect for each other's strengths.

time skip✨

One week had passed since the campaign day. The election results were the only hot topic in the school, and all the contestants buzzed with anticipation for the outcome. Rishi and I arrived early that day and waited in the classroom. As the class filled with students, we waited for our friends, who finally arrived in a flurry of excitement. "Finally, it's the big day!" Maitri and Trisha exclaimed, rushing over to me.

Then the principal's assistant walked in and instructed everyone to assemble in the auditorium after lunch. Post-lunch, the entire school gathered in the auditorium. The principal began calling the captains in order. Soon, all my friends were on the dais as captains. Now came the moment of truth: the announcement of the school president.

Mr Desai began, "You must all be very excited about the results of the school president election, right?" The crowd roared its assent. Mr. Desai continued, "The school president of Gladebrook this year is... Miss Isha Shetty!" The auditorium erupted into thunderous applause as I walked up to the dais. Earning the president's badge felt heavier than I expected, a constant reminder of the responsibility I now held. We all received our badges, the weight of our vows settling on our shoulders – to uphold the school's honour and strive for excellence.

As the last echoes of applause faded, a wave of relief and exhilaration washed over me. The council elections were finally over, and the celebratory photo shoot in the rose garden dwindled to just our core group: Rishi, Maitri, Daksh, Trisha, Viraj, and myself. The air shimmered with the fading heat of the afternoon sun, casting long shadows across the colorful blooms.

The boys, never missing a beat, wished me in a sing-songy way  "Good Evening, Miss President." I couldn't help but throw my head back and laugh and I said "Guys, I am just the president of our school, not the country . Stop greeting me so many times  Maataki Mundhu president Mataki tharavatha president ani matram pilva kandi raa". The rest of the day passed in a celebratory blur, filled with handshakes, hugs, and a constant stream of well-wishes from teachers and students.

As we finally reached the school gates, the weight of the day settled into a comfortable camaraderie. We walked shoulder-to-shoulder, a silent understanding hanging between us. "Guys," I finally said, my voice thick with a mix of elation and fatigue, "we did it. We pulled it off. All of us, captains!" A slow grin spread across my face, mirroring the exhausted pride on my friends' faces. Daksh nudged Viraj with his elbow. "Celebratory weekend, then?" he quipped, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Absolutely!" I declared, feeling a surge of energy. "This calls for something epic. Who's in?"

Trisha, the party planner, piped up, "Actually, I have the perfect place in mind. There's this new bowling alley that just opened up downtown. They have these incredible glow-in-the-dark lanes, and apparently, a killer selection of Snacks."

The mention of Snacks (garbage in her dictionary🙄) drew a groan from Maitri, our resident health nut. But even she couldn't resist the image of bowling under neon lights with her best friends. "Alright, alright," she conceded with a smile. "You win this round, Trisha. But I'm calling dibs on the healthy snacks menu."  

With a flurry of excited chatter and plans for the evening, we cemented our victory not just with titles, but with the promise of an unforgettable weekend together. We decided to meet at six, the prospect of a celebratory bash already buzzing with anticipation.  

Author's note:

hey guys! how is the chapter? do let me know also Happy Sri Rama Navami🏹🌸💮(even though it's belated😉). Thank you for reading this book....

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