MUN (THE BEGINNING)

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DHRUV POV:

Finally it was 11th January, I don't now why but I was desperately waiting for this, probably because of my conversation with her. It created a bolt in me, I wanted to look my best today. No one would have imagined that a guy like Dhruv Sehgal would do something like this, just for a ninth grader. Love??? No definitely not, atleast now.

I just finished shaving, yes needed to chop that jungle down. There was Aditya, who couldn't even grow a strand of hair, and then there is me. I applied my aftershave.

I reached for my wardrobe and took out my white shirt, black pants and shoes, and belt. Perfect for MUN. I was excited and overwhelmed. To see her I don't know??

(Apparently imagine something like this

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(Apparently imagine something like this.)

VEDANT POV:

11th January, my birthday eve and the first day of MUN. I might be the biggest chalta phirta red flag but trust me for a world like , where competition exists and people like Kahani, one needs to be Satan.
I am ready to dominate the committee and bring her down, my only motive
Make her cry.
I don't care what one thinks. I buttoned up my cufflinks. I am wearing a white shirt, which sky blue coat and pant. The fact that Karan and Dhruv bhaiya both know me well, paves the way for me. That is what you get for being the most famous 9th grader in school.

(Just imagine on a ninth grader)

KAHANI POV:

I woke up waybearly than usual, to work things out. I kept on chanting Dhruv bhaiyas words on repeat, maybe they could be of some help? Well, they are so...

Anyways, by this time I had known that the web wasn't doing much. Like, bro, every new official site or document I open gives completely different views. Man, this is hell.

I looked up at the time, 6a.m. better get ready.
I was aware of the fact that there wasn't much competition, but the one which was there was itself enough.

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