𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐖𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍

~hidden sparks~

It was a windy and tense day, the kind that made even the calmest students fidget in their seats.

For Naira, it was particularly pressurized......today was her math exam. The whole school seemed to be on edge, but the tension was most palpable among the 10th graders.

Their math teacher, Sumit Sir, wasn't exactly the kind of teacher anyone dreamed of.
He had a notorious reputation, known for saying,

"I won't give the questions I teach in exams."

It was a statement that sent shivers down the spine of every student.

~Naira's POV~

Ah, today's math exam. I hope it's not that bad

"Bhagwan kare Sumit Sir accha paper banaye"

(God, I hope the paper is easy.)

But honestly, who cares? Pass toh pass, fail toh fail. LOL.

Naira tried to calm herself with humor, but the knot in her stomach wouldn't go away.... The thought of facing Sumit Sir's unpredictable questions was enough to make her heart race.

Naira's POV End

As she sat at her desk, her friend Kirti leaned over, her voice a mix of anxiety and curiosity.

Kirti~

"Oyyy, have you studied anything?"

Naira~

"What do you think?"

she replied sarcastically, a mischievous grin on her face

Kirti rolled her eyes..
"I guess... nothing,"

she said, shaking her head with a half-smile.

Naira chuckled, but before they could continue, the piercing sound of the bell echoed through the corridors. The laughter died down, replaced by the collective groan of students realizing the moment had come....

The time had come

Time for their doom

Time to go and fight

Time to face the goddamn math exammm!

~Naira's POV~

As I walked to the exam hall, I could feel the tension in the air.
Everyone looked like they were marching to their execution. Some were frantically flipping through their notes for last-minute revisions, while others just stared ahead, mentally preparing for the inevitable.

I entered the classroom, and the familiar scent of chalk dust and old books filled my nostrils. The desks were arranged in neat rows, each one a battleground where we would fight our individual wars. I took a deep breath and sat down, feeling the cool surface of the desk beneath my palms. The invigilator handed out the papers, and I felt a cold sweat break out on my forehead.

~Naira's POV End~

Naira glanced around the room as the invigilator distributed the exam papers.... The usual chatter had died down, replaced by the rustling of papers and the sound of nervous breathing. She could see the anxiety etched on her classmates' faces, each one silently praying for a miracle.