Whisper in the Night|18+(hold)

Chapter 21 :Secrets on the Line

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Before you continue with this chapter, make sure to read the previous ones — otherwise you might miss what's really happening.)

The Diary Continues...

Sharvani's POV:-

The lecture hall reeked of chalk dust and stale coffee, the kind that clung to every corner of college life. Kashvi and I slipped into our usual seats at the back—our throne. From here, we didn't just sit, we observed. Every whisper, every yawn, every fake laugh trying too hard to impress.

I had barely finished sketching devil horns on my stick-figure drawings of Singh the Menace when the door creaked open.

And of course, fate hated me.

Suryansh strolled in like he owned oxygen itself, Marco flanking him as usual. The room shifted the moment they entered. Girls straightened, their giggles soft and nervous. Boys nodded like disciples greeting their god.

And there it was—that smirk. That infuriating, smug curve that made my pen itch to fly across the room and stab him in the forehead.

Kashvi didn't even look up from her notebook. She just whispered, "Relax."

"Relax?" I hissed. "The walking definition of arrogance just polluted my air. How do you relax in a disaster zone?"

But then the real bomb dropped—they didn't head for their usual seats. No, no. They came right to the back and slid into the row beside us.

I froze. My jaw locked so hard my teeth protested. Kashvi's calm fingers brushed mine under the desk, grounding me before I combusted.

"Morning, ladies," Marco said, his Italian accent wrapping around the words like velvet. Too smooth.

"Drop dead," I muttered, flipping my page.

Suryansh chuckled low, leaning close enough for me to feel his breath. "Such hostility, Vardhan. You should work on your people skills."

My head snapped toward him, eyes locking onto his dark, mocking gaze. "And you should work on disappearing."

The professor's arrival saved me from turning my notebook into a projectile. Singh leaned back, lazy as a king who thought the world spun only because he commanded it.

I spent the next hour glaring holes into the back of his head, silently praying for spontaneous combustion.

And then—of course—the professor had to ruin my life further.
"Your midterm will be a group project. Teams of four. Topic: Is power a right, or a responsibility? Due in two weeks."

My pen stilled. I didn't even care until I heard the names.
"Sharvani Vardhan. Kashvi Khanna. Suryansh Singh. Marco Caruso."

The pen slipped from my fingers, clattering against the desk. Kashvi closed her eyes like she was bargaining with God.

"You've got to be kidding me," I whispered.

Suryansh's grin spread like fate had just gifted him my soul on a platter. "Looks like we're partners, Vardhan. Try not to cry."

"Cry?" My glare could have burned the chalk off the walls. "Singh, this is my personal hell."

Marco leaned forward, smirking. "Personally, I think it'll be fun."