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◇Farewell◇

And the boards ended very well for the four musketeers. Their scores were 90% up and they decided to stay in the same school and to complete their last two years of school life.

After the results of the board , their school held a farewell ceremony for every students .

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The small room was buzzing with energy as Madhav, Radhika, Revati, and Baladev sat in a circle, planning their farewell outfits. With a week left for the big day, excitement was in the air.

Madhav, reclining on the bed, grinned widely, “I’ve made up my mind. I’ll wear a white Kurta. Simple, classic, and desi.”

Baladev, sitting on the floor, immediately raised his hand , “Then we are twinning, brother!”

Madhav chuckled, shaking his head, “Brothers from other mothers, huh? But seriously, ladies, what about you two? What are you wearing?”

Radhika, absentmindedly flipping through her phone, sighed, “Uh, I haven’t decided yet.”

Revati perched on the edge of the desk, smirked,“I know what I’m wearing. A saree! And I want to twin the colour code with you, guys.”

Radhika blinked, surprised, “Wait, you’re wearing a saree?”

Revati shrugged playfully, “Yep! Aren’t you?”

Radhika frowned still unsure, “I... haven’t decided yet.”

Baladev, standed up by the window, crossed his arms, “One week left, guys! You really need to hurry.”

Revati, ever the enthusiast, beamed at Radhika,“Come on, let’s wear sarees together! I’ll help you pick the best one.”

Madhav, slightly concerned, cut in, “But if we all wear white, it’s going to look like we’re at a funeral.”

Revati raised an eyebrow and grinned wickedly, “Funeral of yours only, Madhav.”

Madhav’s eyes widened in mock shock, “Excuse me? Funeral of mine?”

Baladev burst into laughter, shaking his head, “Bro, the queens are in roasting mode today!”

Revati leaned back, smiling,“Oh, shut up, loser!”

Baladev put his hands up in mock surrender, “Alright, alright, I get it. You’re in savage mode. Well, if we’re playing that game, I’ll wear black then.”

Revati’s eyes lit up, “Perfect! I’ll twin with you.”

Baladev, trying to sound casual, frowned, “Why would a queen like you want to twin with a loser like me, huh?”

Revati smirked, “Simple. If the funeral is for Madhav, you will be the only guy left in the group.”

Madhav groaned, rubbing his forehead, “Radhika, can you smell something fishy here?”

Radhika, still scrolling through her phone, barely glanced up, “Uh, yeah. It smells like drama.”

Revati rolled her eyes and shot a teasing grin at Radhika, “Alright, fine, you don’t want to wear white. But trust me, a red saree will look perfect on you!”

Radhika’s head snapped up, “Red? You’re really pushing that, huh?”

Revati winked, her grin widening, “Trust me, Radhika. It’ll be fire.”

Revati leaned in, her eyes gleaming with mischief, "Yep, fire. And every guy already drools over your beauty. Just wait until you wear that red saree—how many proposals do you think you'll get?"