SYLLABUS OF LOVE

ESCAPE HEIST

The next day, the weather maintained its dreary mood, with heavy clouds hanging low in the sky, drizzle steadily falling, and cold winds sweeping through the campus. Under the canopy of an old oak tree, Haseena stood, her denim cargo pants slightly damp from the morning rain, the turquoise polo t-shirt she wore adding a vibrant pop of color against the gray backdrop. Beside her, Misri, dressed in baggy jeans and a crisp white top, leaned against the tree, her arms crossed as they both waited for Santu.

Haseena's curiosity got the better of her as she broke the silence. "Tu ne kaise manaya Santu ko date ke liye? Yesterday she was crying for that bastard." she asked, a hint of admiration in her voice.

Misri ever quick on her feet, turned the question around, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "Pehle tu bata, cheetah andar itni himmat aayi kahan se? Aisa kya keh diya jo wo phattu ne direct Santu ko date ke liye puch liya... That too with confidence."

A smirk spread across Haseena's face, the corners of her mouth curling up as she tapped Misri's back playfully. "Jalwa hai humara!" she said, her voice brimming with pride and a touch of self-appreciation.

Misri not one to let Haseena off easily, gave her a light kick on the leg. "Kuch toh bahut bhayanak khichdi pakayi hai tu ne. From the past 2 years, he didn't have the courage and confidence to talk to Santu properly and say he likes him. Aur tere baat karte hi usne Santu ko date ke liye puch liya? How Haseena?! Miracle se kam nai hai ye. Love guru ban sakti hai tu." she teased, noting the mischievous gleam in Haseena's eyes.

Haseena straightened her collar, exuding an air of confidence as she replied, "Talent, babe, talent!" She gave Misri a playful tap on the cheek. "Tu aam kha na... Gutliya kyu gin rahi hai. But how did Santu get convinced for the date?"

Misri shrugged, her tone casual, as if the task had been the simplest thing in the world. "Usse kya manana. Maine boldiya tujhe jana hi hai, tere pas option nahi hai warna main aur hasu tujhse baat nai karenge."

At that moment, Cheetah appeared, walking across the rain-soaked ground. He cut a striking figure in well-fitted trousers and a snug t-shirt, with a leather jacket layered over it, the rich black hue contrasting sharply with the pale daylight. Yet, despite his dashing appearance, his eyes betrayed a hint of nervousness, and his steps lacked the confidence he tried so hard to project. He approached Haseena and Misri.

"Looking handsome, dude!" Haseena’s voice rang with encouragement, her words trying to boost his confidence.

Cheetah, seeking validation, asked hesitantly, "Sach mein acha lag raha hoon?"

Misri, with her usual exuberance, nodded eagerly. "Of course! Aaj Santu tumare pyaar mein pakka gir jayegi."

Despite the uplift in spirits, Cheetah's eyes continued to scan the surroundings nervously. "Santu kahan hai?" he asked, trying to mask his anxious anticipation.

Haseena focused on her phone, replied nonchalantly, "On her way." She was busy typing, her fingers flying across the screen as if handling an important task.

A thought struck Misri, causing her to frown slightly. "But Hasu, where will they go? Itni subah kuch nai khulega. Cafes will open after 11, and hotel... Abhi inka relation uss level par nai hai. Date ke liye dono mushkil se maane hai." she said, the concern in her voice unfiltered.

Cheetah's cheeks turned a deep shade of red, his blush creeping up from his neck to his ears. Haseena noticed and couldn't resist teasing him, reaching out to pinch his cheek. "Haye! Humari dulhan sharma gayi. Dekho toh."

Still blushing furiously, Cheetah stammered, "Kya tum log bhi... Aisa kuch nai hai."

Haseena feigning mock anger, scolded him, "Shut up! Kya sharma rahe ho? Be a man and make your date blush, not you. Idiot."