The Right Kind of Wrong

5. First Real Fight with Rajat

Savi felt a mix of excitement and anxiety as she approached the auditorium for her second Political Science class. It was the same class where she had first encountered Rajat, and she couldn't shake the memory of their earlier confrontation. What if he's there again? she thought, taking a deep breath before entering.

As she stepped inside, the atmosphere buzzed with chatter. Students mingled, some seated while others gathered in small groups. Savi scanned the room, and her heart sank when she spotted Rajat leaning against the wall, engrossed in conversation with a group of friends. He looked effortlessly cool, his confidence radiating off him, and for a moment, Savi hesitated.

Just ignore him, she told herself, heading to a seat in the front row. She wanted to focus on her studies, not get caught up in whatever drama Rajat might bring.

As the lecture began, Savi tried to concentrate on the professor's words, but her mind kept drifting back to Rajat. She felt a mix of irritation and curiosity about him. Why does he have to be so infuriating?

"Now, let's discuss the concept of justice in society," the professor began, launching into a discussion about various legal philosophies.

Savi raised her hand to contribute, eager to make a good impression. "I think justice should be about fairness and equality for everyone. It's essential for maintaining social order," she said confidently.

"Interesting point, but what do you do when fairness clashes with the law?" Rajat interjected from the back, his tone laced with sarcasm. "Is it fair to break the law if you believe it's unjust?"

Savi turned around, her eyes narrowing at him. "That's a false difference. Laws should evolve with society's understanding of justice, not remain motionless."

"Sure, but how do you propose that change happens? Through civil disobedience? Chaos?" he challenged, leaning forward, a smirk on his face.

"Sometimes chaos is necessary to expose the flaws in a system," Savi shot back, her voice steady despite the rising tension. "Ignoring injustice only perpetuates it."

Rajat raised an eyebrow, impressed despite himself. "Alright, Miss Idealistic. And when do you plan on enacting this revolution? After graduation?"

Savi could feel the heat rising in her cheeks. "You don't have to be so dismissive! Just because you're cool doesn't mean the rest of us should be."

Rajat chuckled, and the sound grated on her nerves. "Cool? Maybe I'm just realistic. The world isn't as black and white as you want it to be."

Their debate drew the attention of the other students, whispers circulating around the room. Savi's determination surged. "You may think you have all the answers, but I refuse to give up on my beliefs just because it's easier to be ironical"

"Beliefs don't change the facts, Savi. You can't just wish for a better world," he said, his voice low but firm. "You have to work within the system to make a difference."

"Is that what you do? Just sit back and accept everything?" Savi challenged, her frustration boiling over. "If everyone thought like you, nothing would ever change!"

"Hey, I'm just trying to keep you from getting crushed by reality," Rajat replied, a hint of exasperation in his tone.

"You mean crushed by your reality," Savi countered, crossing her arms defiantly. "I want to fight for what's right, not play it safe."

"Fighting for what's right doesn't mean being reckless, Savi. You have to be strategic," Rajat retorted, his patience wearing thin.

"And let me guess—you're the expert on strategy?" Savi shot back, unable to hide her sarcasm.