Hua Hai Aaj Pehli Baar

Chapter 11

ʜᴇʟʟᴏ ᴍᴀɴꜱʜᴀ'ꜱ,
ʜᴇʀᴇ ɪꜱ ᴀɴᴏᴛʜᴇʀ ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ᴏꜰ ʙᴇᴀᴜᴛɪꜰᴜʟ ʜɪɢʜ ꜱᴄʜᴏᴏʟ ʀᴏᴍᴀɴᴄᴇ ꜱᴛᴏʀʏ.
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The sun had just begun to set, casting a golden glow over Yatharth's backyard, where a small circle of friends had gathered with an ambitious (and slightly chaotic) mission: filming a "#CoffeeSplash" video. The idea was simple-throw coffee in the air, look stylish while it splashes all over, and hope to go viral. Of course, things never go quite as planned with this crew.

"Okay, people, it's time to bring the drama!" Vanya declared, dramatically tossing her hair back like she was about to star in a shampoo commercial.

Riaan, ever the supportive brother, raised an eyebrow. "Drama? You just want an excuse to throw coffee on Yatharth again."

"Correction, dear sibling," Vanya retorted with a smirk, "*splash* coffee on him. There's a difference."

Yatharth, standing with a suspiciously large towel slung over his shoulder, looked as if he was having second thoughts. "Why am I always the target for these disasters? Last week, I got a cake facial. This week it's coffee."

Rajveer patted him on the back. "Look at the bright side-you'll smell like a café. Chicks dig that."

"I don't want to smell like a latte, bro," Yatharth muttered, but the towel remained ready, like a shield for the impending liquid assault.

"Everyone ready?" Evara clapped her hands, camera in place. She was taking her director's role very seriously-like Steven Spielberg, if Spielberg ever filmed people intentionally spilling beverages.

Roohi and Vraj stood next to each other, coffee cups in hand, exchanging mischievous glances. "Don't you dare, Vraj," Roohi warned, "if you spill this on me, I swear-"

"Relax, babe," Vraj interrupted, holding his cup out with the finesse of a waiter on roller skates, "I'm a professional. I wouldn't-"

In that very second, Rajveer sneezed. And in the chaos that followed, it was like watching a slow-motion disaster unfold. Vraj, startled, lost his grip on his cup. Coffee soared through the air, not in the glamorous, aesthetically-pleasing way they had imagined, but more like a flying brown tornado.

The splash? Right onto Roohi's white sweater.

"VRAJ!" she shrieked, eyes wide as she stared down at herself, looking like a dalmatian in a coffee commercial gone wrong.

Vanya burst into laughter, clutching her sides. "I think we found our viral moment!"

"Not exactly what we were aiming for," Riaan chuckled, pulling out his phone to record the chaos.

Iyaana, standing on the sidelines with her coffee still safely in hand, shrugged. "Well, that escalated quickly."

Yatharth, now officially in survival mode, backed up toward the edge of the group, hoping to avoid the coffee carnage entirely. But Vanya wasn't about to let him escape.

"Oh no, Yatharth," she said sweetly, grabbing a fresh cup of coffee from the table, "You're not getting out of this one." She winked, and before he could react, SPLASH! A perfect arc of coffee hit him square in the chest.

The towel, tragically, was too slow to save him.

He stood there for a moment, blinking in disbelief, drenched from head to toe in lukewarm coffee. The rest of the group erupted in fits of laughter, including Evara, who struggled to keep the camera steady as she captured the priceless reaction.

"You're all *insane*," Yatharth groaned, shaking his head, but even he couldn't hide the grin creeping onto his face.

"Mission accomplished!" Vanya cheered, holding her coffee cup high like a victorious warrior.