Chapter 2

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As Yatharth made his way towards the washroom, his clothes stained with the remnants of Vanya's curry and rice, a sense of frustration and embarrassment hung in the air. Just as he reached the door, his friend Riaan Khurana appeared, As Yatharth trudged toward the washroom, Seeing his friend's stained predicament, Riaan couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Riaan:- Whoa, Yatharth!" Riaan guffawed, clutching his stomach. As Yatharth opened the washroom door, hoping to escape the aftermath of Vanya's culinary misadventure, he heard the familiar voices of Rajveer and Vraj coming up behind him. They had apparently caught wind of the chaos and were eager to share their version of the story.

"Riaan, tu vishwas nahi karega" Rajveer began, barely containing his laughter. ""Yatharth wahan ek statue ki tarah baitha tha, dignity banane ki koshish mein, aur Evara ki dost curry ko confetti ki tarah phailaa rahi thi."
("Riaan, you won’t believe it—Yatharth was sitting there like a statue, trying to maintain his dignity, while Evara’s friend was spreading curry around like it was confetti!")

Vraj, struggling to keep his composure, chimed in. "Haan, aur phir Yatharth ne decide kiya ki party join karega, par dancing ke bajaye woh khud hi curry se lapet gaya. Ekdum curry crime scene ban gaya!"
("Yeah, and then Yatharth decided to join the party, but instead of dancing, he got completely covered in curry himself. It turned into a full-on curry crime scene!")

Riaan, already amused, burst into another fit of laughter. "Wait, Toh tu keh raha hai yeh ek chhoti si splash nahi thi? Yeh ek full-on curry catastrophe thi?"

Rajveer nodded, tears of mirth in his eyes. "Bilkul. Yeh epic tha. Maine kabhi kisi ko itne food se covered nahi dekha. Hum wahan the, hasi rokne ki koshish mein, par impossible tha!"
("Exactly. It was epic. I’ve never seen anyone so covered in food. We were there, trying to hold back our laughter, but it was impossible!")

Vraj added, snickering, "And the best part? Yatharth ka face dekhne layak tha, jaise vo ek bahut hi unsavory food fight mein tha. Mujhe laga vo curry mein swim karne lagega."
("And the best part? Yatharth's face was priceless, like he was in the middle of a very unsavory food fight. I thought he might start swimming in the curry!")

Yatharth, now thoroughly embarrassed and frustrated, stood there as his friends' laughter echoed around him. "Thanks, guys," he said dryly, glaring at them. "I needed that."

The trio continued to laugh, seemingly oblivious to Yatharth's exasperation. They still hadn't learned the name of the culinary culprit-only that she was Evara's friend, which made the situation all the more comically mysterious.
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In her classroom, Vanya slumped into her chair, her usual cheerful demeanor replaced by a cloud of frustration. The remnants of the curry catastrophe still weighed heavily on her mind. Her friends, noticing her downcast mood, gathered around her with a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Vanya, Vanya, kya hua? Tum to aise lag rahi ho jaise tumne ek food fight ke saath hurricane ka samna kiya ho," Inaya quipped, trying to lighten the mood.
("Vanya, Vanya, what happened? You look like you just faced a hurricane along with a food fight!")

Vanya sighed, rolling her eyes. ""Yeh poora curry disaster. Mujhe bahut bura lag raha hai. Matlab, maine Yatharth ko ek human curry platter banane ka plan nahi banaya tha."
("This whole thing is a curry disaster. I feel so bad. I mean, I didn’t plan on turning Yatharth into a human curry platter!")

Roohi chuckled. "woh curry explosion ki tarah lag raha tha. Tumhe lagta hai ki woh tumhe maaf karega?
("He looked like a curry explosion. Do you think he’ll forgive you?")

Vanya groaned. "I hope so. Matlab, curry jo pot ke andar nahi gayi, uska apologize kaise karein? Main soch rahi hoon ek bada gesture karne ka-shayad ek apology cake ya kuch aur."
("I hope so. I mean, how do you apologize for the curry that didn’t stay in the pot? I’m thinking of doing a big gesture—maybe an apology cake or something.")

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