Falling Into Oblivion

Chapter 6: Kiss & Makeup

Banhi and Dhriti sat in their room, the dim light casting long shadows on the walls. Banhi's face was set with determination, while Dhriti looked worried. The room was filled with the soft hum of a fan, and the distant sound of traffic floated in through the open window.

"Main phir se kehti hoon, Banhi," Dhriti said, frowning. "Danish se baat karna achha idea nahi hai."

Banhi sighed deeply, running a hand through her hair. "Mujhe pata hai, lekin main bas chahti hoon ke wo mujhe tang karna band Kare. Mujhe usse kehna hai ke main uske games mein interested nahi hoon."

Dhriti thought for a moment, chewing on her lip. "Thik hai, agar tu yeh zaroori samajhti hai, toh jaa kar baat kar le. Lekin sambhal ke rehna, Danish is psycho."

Banhi nodded, her resolve hardening. "Mujhe apna mind clear karna hai. Aur koi Rasta nahi hai."

Banhi just wanted to talk with him and end any type of situation between them. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him especially after he touched her, not once, but multiple times and now she was getting scared about her and well-being.

In a classroom discussion, the topic turns to socioeconomic disparities. Danish, feeling particularly magnanimous, decides to contribute. He leans back in his chair, a smug look on his face.

"Some people just aren't cut out for success," he says loudly, his voice cutting through the quiet murmur of the room. His eyes scan the room, daring anyone to contradict him.

The professor, trying to steer the discussion in a constructive direction, interjects, "Let's try to understand different perspectives—"

Danish interrupts, his tone dismissive. "Why? It's simple. If you work hard, you succeed. If you don't, you stay where you are. It's not our fault others can't keep up."

The atmosphere in the room grows tense. Students exchange uneasy glances, a few shifting uncomfortably in their seats. The tension is palpable, the air thick with unspoken words. No one dares to challenge Danish directly; his influence and power are too intimidating.

The professor, visibly frustrated, takes a deep breath and continues the lesson, trying to regain control of the classroom. However, the power dynamic in the room has been firmly established. Danish's voice overshadows all others, leaving a lingering sense of unease among the students. The discussion on socioeconomic disparities becomes a stark reminder of the very disparities being debated, with Danish's privileged perspective dominating the conversation.

Banhi gathered her courage and made her way to the private lunchroom, a place exclusive for Danish, Pranav, Ranveer, and Surendra. She could hear their laughter echoing down the corridor as she approached, their voices a mix of jokes and loud banter. Each step she took felt heavier, her heart pounding in her chest. She paused just outside the door, taking a deep breath to steady herself.

As she stepped inside, the chatter abruptly stopped, and all eyes turned to her. The room was filled with an air of exclusivity, the boys lounging comfortably in their chairs as if they owned the place. Danish looked at her with narrowed eyes, his expression a mix of curiosity and annoyance.

Ranveer whistled, "Uff, Its Miss.Banhi Shan, here to grace us with her presence!"

"Yahan kya kar rahi ho, Banhi?" Danish asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm.

Banhi straightened her back, meeting his gaze without flinching. "Mujhe tumse baat karni hai," she said firmly, her voice steady despite the butterflies in her stomach.

Ranveer leaned back in his chair, a smirk playing on his lips. "Oh ho, Danish! Lagta hai tumhara naya shikar... sorry lover aa gaya hai. Another girl falling for your charms."