Chapter 20 Hold tight!

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A U T H O R

As the drama unfolded, Nitika sat silently, her eyes cast down, trying to process the chaos. Sophia, on the other hand, smirked, her gaze locked onto Nitika with a venomous intensity.

"I think that Sophia must have done this" bella said.

"Mujhe bhi vahi lag raha hai mann karta hai iske baal noch lu" aleena said a little bit louder.
(I am also feeling the same, I feel like pulling her hair)

"Aleena calm down!" Nitika said.

"Haan uska lecture hum lecture ke baad lenge" bella said.
(Yes, we will take her lecture after the lecture)

Nitika was not able to concentrate on the lecture, she was just wondering when the file was changed.

The lecture ended, and Sophia sauntered over to Nitika, a condescending smile spreading. "Poor girl," she cooed, her voice dripping with malice.

Aleena intervened, her eyes flashing "Suar kahiki"

She strategically placed her leg, tripping Sophia, who landed on the floor with a thud.

"That's your place, dear," Bella quipped, sharing a laugh with Aleena.

"Nitika don't worry hum milke fhirse assignment kar lenge" bella said patting nitika 's back to which she nodded with a slight smile.

(We will complete the assignment together)

Sophia's face reddened as she stood, brushing herself off. She stormed out of the classroom to her locker, yanking it open to reveal Nitika's original assignment.

While Avyaan noticed, his eyes narrowing as he pieced together the events. He understood Sophia's game, and his anger simmered.

Avyaan appeared, his movements swift and purposeful. "Don't you dare mess with her again," he warned, his tone icy.

Sophia's eyes sparkled with defiance. "Why do you care? What do you see in her? I'm better than her. And I like you, leave her Avyaan."

Avyaan's jaw clenched, anger simmering beneath his surface. But he reined it in, refusing to let Sophia provoke him.

Her hand reached out to touch him, but Avyaan jerked it off.

"Comparing you to Nitika is an insult to her. You're nothing but a pale imitation."

Sophia's face pale.

"Now, hand over the file."

Sophia's smile faltered, but she recovered quickly. "Make me."

Avyaan's gaze intensified. "You really want to play this game?"

With lightning-fast reflexes, Avyaan snatched the file from Sophia's grasp.

Sophia's face twisted, her response dying on her lips as Avyaan turned and walked back to the classroom.

The distance between them grew, but Sophia's eyes burned with a vow: this wasn't over.

The classroom door swung open, and Avyaan returned, triumphant.
Avyaan's expression softened, as his gaze lingered on nitika as he stepped towards her desk.

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