Vivid Imagination

Chapter 4 : Kindergarten

I stared at the brightly painted building in front of me, the damn kindergarten. What in the world was I doing here? The place was bursting with color—cartoon animals, flowers, all the nonsense kids are supposed to love. It was ridiculous, really. A place like this was no fit for someone like me. I belong in glass towers, not around tiny tables and chairs. Yet here I was, standing outside a kindergarten, all because of that little Miss.

I glanced around, half expecting someone I know to spot me, and then frowned. What if someone actually did see me here? What would they think? Karan Mehra, standing outside a kindergarten, waiting like a fool.

Next to me, Shashank didn’t seem to care about anything but his phone. He leaned back in the seat, tapping away at his screen like he had all the time in the world probably playing his stupid games. His laid-back attitude grated on my nerves. He didn’t even bother to ask why I dragged him here in the first place.

"Why’d you bring me here at so early, bro?" Shashank finally asked, still not looking up. "You haven’t said a word since we left."

I glared at him for a second before responding, "I’m meeting someone."

That finally caught his attention. He looked at me, one eyebrow raised. "Meeting someone? You never bring me to meetings. What’s this about?"

I rubbed the back of my neck, feeling the tension build. "This one’s different," I muttered, keeping my eyes on the building. The last thing I wanted was for Shashank to start asking too many questions.

He chuckled, clearly enjoying this. "Different, huh? No thanks. I’m not stepping foot in there. You know I’ve got a reputation to protect, right? Imagine if someone saw me walking around with a bunch of kids. I’d be ruined."He said dramatically flipping his invisible hair.

I rolled my eyes. "No one even knows who you are here," I muttered, more to myself than him.

Shashank grinned like he knew exactly what was going on. "So, it’s that girl from last night, huh?"

I didn’t bother responding. The last thing I needed was to get into that conversation with him. Straightening my jacket, I took a deep breath. Just get this over with, I told myself. I pushed open the door and walked inside, already feeling out of place.

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Inside the principal's office, it didn’t take long for my patience to wear thin.the principal, was all smiley apart from the heated conversation we had yesterday, probably because he didn’t see people like me too often and my name doesn't help him at all worsening his conditions.

"Mr. Mehra, it’s an honor to have you here! We don’t often see someone of your status at our little school," he gushed.

I nodded politely, but I wasn’t here for pleasantries. "I’m here to see Miss Saraswati," I said, getting straight to the point. "She’s one of your teachers, right?"

The man blinked, clearly taken aback by my bluntness. "Yes, yes, Miss Saraswati is an excellent teacher," he started to ramble. "She’s beloved by the children, a real asset to—"

"That’s nice," I cut him off, my tone sharp. I wasn’t in the mood for long speeches. "Could you bring her here? I’d like to speak with her personally."

The principal nodded quickly, calling for a staff member to find her. I leaned back in my chair, tapping my fingers against the armrest. What the hell was I doing here?All this for what! but how I could leave her without teaching her a good lesson.After all she tried to messed up with me. But honestly I want to meet her , I want to see her from where she got all this courage. I have this feeling that she is not like other girls. Let's see karan.