𝐓𝐮𝐦 𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐮𝐦 𝐭𝐚𝐤

9

Malang stood by the college gate, his eyes scanning the road for any sign of Netra and Rohan. He was a little early, but the excitement of the day had him feeling restless. Suddenly, a sleek car screeched to a halt in front of him. Neel, the guy he had bumped into a few days ago, leaned out of the window, a mischievous grin playing on his lips.

"Hey, Malang, going somewhere?" he asked.

Malang was taken aback. "Uh, yeah, I'm waiting for my friends," he stammered.

Just then, Ishaan arrived on his flashy sports bike, his hair tousled and a cocky grin on his face. "Hey, Malang! Need help?" he asked, offering a ride.

Malang was caught in a whirlwind of offers, his cheeks turning a shade of crimson. Before he could respond, Netra and Rohan arrived, cutting through the tension.

"Sorry we're late," Netra apologized, her face flushed. "Let's go, Malang."

Malang quickly hopped onto the back of Rohan's motorcycle, feeling a sense of relief. As they rode away, he couldn't help but glance back at Neel and Ishaan. Their expressions were a mix of amusement and disappointment.

Neel and Ishaan watched as Malang disappeared with Netra and Rohan. A strange feeling washed over them, a mix of annoyance and intrigue. They had both been drawn to Malang's unique charm, his innocence, and his quiet strength. But it seemed like Malang was already taken, his heart belonging to someone else.

Still, they couldn't shake the feeling that their paths would cross again. After all, fate had a funny way of bringing people together.
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A High-End Club

The pulsing music vibrated through the lavish interiors of the club, neon lights casting flickering shadows across the crowd. Neel sat at a corner booth, swirling the amber liquid in his glass, his sharp eyes observing the chaos of the dance floor. Ishaan lounged beside him, his trademark smirk in place, but there was a distant look in his eyes.

Their friends, seated around the table, laughed and shared stories, the atmosphere buzzing with carefree energy. Suddenly, Karan, their outspoken and slightly tipsy friend, leaned forward with a mischievous grin.

"Alright, boys," Karan began, pointing a finger between Neel and Ishaan. "It's been ages since either of you talked about someone interesting. Don’t tell me the two most eligible bachelors of our group have gone celibate!"

The group erupted in laughter, but Neel and Ishaan exchanged subtle glances, a flicker of something unspoken passing between them.

Ishaan leaned back, feigning nonchalance. "Not everyone needs to announce their flings to the world, Karan. Some of us prefer discretion," he said, his tone teasing but with an edge.

Karan wasn’t convinced. "Oh, come on, Ishaan! You’re dodging the question. Surely someone’s caught your eye? Don’t tell me there’s no one who makes your heart skip a beat?"

Neel, who had been quiet until now, took a slow sip from his glass and set it down with deliberate calm. "Maybe the right person hasn’t come along yet," he said smoothly, though his mind betrayed him, flickering back to Malang’s shy smile and crimson cheeks by the college gate.

Ishaan’s smirk faltered for a second, his thoughts wandering to the same boy—the one with the wide, curious eyes and an innocence that seemed out of place in a world so jaded.

"Or maybe," Ishaan quipped, masking his own train of thought, "the right person doesn’t even realize they’ve caught your attention yet."

Neel raised an eyebrow at Ishaan, a faint smile tugging at the corner of his lips. Their friends caught the exchange and burst into playful jeers.

"Oh, this is interesting! Are you two hiding something from us?" one of them teased.

"Relax," Neel said, his tone cool and composed. "When the time comes, you’ll be the first to know."

The conversation shifted to other topics, but the air between Neel and Ishaan remained charged, both of them silently contemplating the boy who had unknowingly captured their attention.
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Meanwhile, somewhere else...

The golden glow of the setting sun bathed the street in warmth as Malang walked between Netra and Rohan, his hands full of shopping bags. A content smile played on his lips, the day’s events swirling pleasantly in his mind. 

"That was so much fun!" Netra exclaimed, adjusting her bag on her shoulder. "But Malang, you’ve been quiet. What’s going on in that little head of yours?" 

Malang chuckled softly. "Nothing, Netra. Just... today felt different, you know? Like... something unexpected is going to happen." 

Rohan scoffed playfully. "What, you mean apart from two flashy guys vying for your attention earlier?" He nudged Malang with his elbow, a teasing grin on his face. 

Malang blushed, looking down at the pavement. "That wasn’t anything. They were just being polite," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. 

Netra burst into laughter. "Polite? Neel rolled up in a luxury car, and Ishaan practically revved his bike to impress you. Malang, they were flirting with you!" 

"No, they weren’t," Malang insisted, his cheeks turning a deeper shade of pink. 

"Trust me," Rohan said, smirking. "Guys like Neel and Ishaan don’t just stop for ‘politeness.’ You’ve clearly caught their eye." 

"Stop it, you two," Malang said, trying to suppress a nervous laugh. "They’re just... people. I’m sure they’ll forget about me by tomorrow." 

Netra exchanged a knowing look with Rohan. "Oh, Malang," she said with a sigh, "you really have no idea, do you? Those two? They’re not the kind to forget someone like you." 

Rohan nodded, his expression more serious now. "Yeah, Malang. If you’re not careful, you might find yourself in the middle of something bigger than you’re ready for." 

Malang shook his head, brushing off their words with a laugh. "You two are ridiculous. Let’s just focus on getting home. My feet are killing me after all that walking!" 

As the three of them continued down the street, Malang’s laughter filled the air. He didn’t notice the weight of Netra and Rohan’s lingering looks, nor did he realize that far away, in a high-end club, two men couldn’t stop thinking about him. 

This keeps the tension alive while subtly hinting at the emotions brewing within Neel and Ishaan. Let me know if you'd like to refine it further!