Falling Into Oblivion

Chapter 13: Camp Arrival

Upon arrival at the campsite, the teachers introduced everyone to the two camp instructors, a husband-and-wife duo named Raj and Maya. Raj and Maya had an energetic and welcoming demeanour, which put some of the students at ease.

"Welcome, everyone! I'm Raj, and this is my wife, Maya. We're excited to have you here for a weekend of adventure and learning," Raj announced with a broad smile. His enthusiasm was contagious, but some of the students looked less than thrilled.

Maya, sensing their reluctance, stepped forward. "First things first, let's get those bags into the storage room. Then we'll gather supplies for the tents you'll be staying in tonight," she said, her voice warm and encouraging.

The students reluctantly followed the instructions, their enthusiasm dampened by the thought of roughing it in tents. Most of them came from wealthy families and were not accustomed to such accommodations. The murmurs of discontent were audible as they shuffled towards the storage room.

"Do we really have to carry our own bags?" Richa whined, her designer luggage looking out of place in the rustic setting. "Meri bag kharab ho jayegi."

"Yeah, what's next? Building our own tents?" Pravan muttered under his breath, clearly unimpressed.

Danish, ever the opportunist, quickly picked up Banhi's and Dhriti's bags. "I got these," he said with a confident grin, carrying them to the storage room and placing them neatly before heading to the other storage room to pick up a tent. His actions were met with mixed reactions from his friends.

"Always trying to be the hero," Pravan scoffed, shaking his head.

"Or just trying to impress someone," Surendra added with a smirk, nudging Pravan.

Ignoring them, Danish returned with a tent bag. "Here, we'll take this one," he said, pointing to a sturdy-looking tent.

Banhi and Dhriti, not wanting to be left behind, began searching for their tent supplies. They finally found a tent they liked.

"Yeh wali tent sahi lag rahi hai," Banhi said, pointing to a tent.

Banhi bent down to pick up the tent bag but quickly realized it was quite heavy. "Yeh toh kaafi bhari hai," she muttered, struggling to lift it.

Danish, always eager to show off, showed up and picked it up with ease. "It's okay, I understand you won't be able to pick it up," he said smugly.

Dhriti snapped, her eyes narrowing. "How dare you? Are you trying to say that Banhi is a girl and you're a man?"

Banhi, annoyed by the entire situation, looked over. "Haan, main ek ladki hun aur woh ek ladka hai," she said, her tone dripping with sarcasm.

Danish looked confused for a moment. "Main sirf help kar raha hoon," he tried to defend himself, but his smirk betrayed his confidence.

"Acha?" Dhriti retorted, stepping closer. "Toh tumhe kya lagta hai? Ki sirf tum jaise mard hi yeh kar sakte hain? Hum toh bas dekho bechari ladkiyan hain, na?" Her mockery made several students turn their heads toward the argument.

"Yaar, ab tum ulta gussa ho rahi ho," Danish replied, his tone dismissive. "Maine bas help karna chaha. Agar problem hai toh—"

"Haan, problem hai!" Dhriti interrupted sharply, folding her arms. "Tumhe samajh nahi aata ki tumhare words ka impact kya hota hai? Yeh sirf tumhari so-called help nahi, tumhare biased attitude ki baat hai."

"Biased? Seriously?" Danish exclaimed, his patience thinning. "Main sirf yeh keh raha tha ki agar tumhe mushkil lag raha hai toh—"

"Mushkil toh tumhe samajhna lag raha hai," Banhi quipped, her sarcasm sharp as a blade.