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As the assembly wrapped up and the students lazily returned to their classroom, it was as if they were back in their personal spaces, relaxing on their benches as though it were home. Isha plopped down on her seat, sighing dramatically. Her face showed every bit of the dread she felt. “Pehle bell mein chemistry kon padhta hai, yaar?” she grumbled, the idea of logical thinking so early in the day clearly rubbing her the wrong way.
Shivi, sitting carefree on the third bench, stretched her arms and echoed the sentiment with a shrug. "Humlog," she replied, her tone matching Isha’s irritation. The class teacher hadn’t arrived yet, so the casual banter flowed uninterrupted.
Meanwhile, Avni rummaged through her bag with a look of frustration etched on her face. She sighed loudly, brows furrowed, as if she was about to explode. “Isko aaj mai kachha kha jaungi!” she huffed, her angry expression making her look like she was preparing for battle.
Isha’s lips curled into a mischievous smile at Avni’s outburst, while Shivi couldn’t resist poking fun. “First bell mein hi rakshasi kyu ban rahi hai? Abhi time hai, sabr kar,” she teased, causing Isha to break into giggles.
Avni shot Shivi a mock glare, crossing her arms, clearly not amused. “Abey yaar, iss ladki ko kitni baar bola hai apna kitab aur copy apne bag mein rakhe. Lekin nahi, isko marne mein hi maza aata hai,” Avni complained, rolling her eyes in pure annoyance. Her frustration was directed at Shristi, who, due to her laziness, habitually stuffed her books and copies into Avni's bag, weighing it down like a mini library.
Isha let out a snicker. “Abey yaar, chhod na. Abhi toh humari Shristi bachi hai!” she joked, laughing as she leaned back on her bench, eyes twinkling with amusement.
