...The art of falling in love...( Abhira❤️Armaan)

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The next day, the chatter of students mingling with the rustle of notebooks and the faint scent of freshly brewed coffee wafting through the air. In the classroom, Tanvi and Abhira were deep in conversation, exchanging whispers and stolen glances as they prepared for the day ahead. Mrs. Soni, professor, stepped into the room.

As students greet her, the atmosphere shifted. Behind her trailed a group of seniors, their presence a mix of intimidation and admiration. Soni smiled and gestured for the seniors to take their seats among the juniors, promising to return in five minutes, leaving a buzz of excitement in the air.

Tanvi's eyes widened as she quickly stood, nudging Abhira gently. "The front bench belongs to the AARRC group. Let's go back," she urged, but Abhira shook her head, determined to stay.

Armaan, plopped down beside Abhira. He exuded confidence, effortlessly signaling to his friends to retreat to the back. The class buzzed with electric intrigue as the dynamics shifted-everyone was now glued to the unfolding scenario.

Moments later, Mrs. Soni returned, cracking her knuckles in an authoritative manner. "Attention, everyone! Today, we have something exciting-a group project with your seniors! You'll be working in pairs, and I will be announcing the groups now."

Abhira focused on the board, her heart racing in anticipation, while Tanvi, keeping her distance, shot her a warning look. One by one, names were called out, excitement and dread weaving through the classroom atmosphere. Finally, after several announcements, Mrs. Soni proclaimed, "And last but not least, the pairings will be Abhira and Armaan!"

Abhira's expression morphed from curiosity to shock. Around her, whispers erupted. Ruhi, gasped in disbelief. Armaan smirked, leaning back in his chair, fully aware of the reaction his pairing with Abhira had sparked.

Standing up abruptly, Abhira protested, her voice rising above the whispers. "Ma'am, please, can't I work with someone else? I don't want to partner with him!"

Mrs. Soni, unfazed, met her gaze with firm resolution. "Abhira, there is no option. If you don't want to pair with him, then don't do the project at all. Your marks will be deducted."

"But, ma'am-" she started again, but Mrs. Soni held up her hand.

"No buts, Abhira. You are both capable students. Figure it out," she declared before striding out of the classroom, her heels clicking assertively against the floor.

Once the door swung closed behind her, the room erupted into chatter. Armaan leaned closer to Abhira, "Welcome to hell, Jhansi ki Rani," he said with a smirk before sauntering off, leaving behind a mix of intrigued and amused laughter.

As the seniors collected their belongings and began to leave, Tanvi rushed over to Abhira. "What's the plan now?" she asked, concern etched on her face.

Abhira sighed, running a hand through her hair in frustration. "I'll do the project myself. I don't need him," she replied, determination bubbling beneath the surface.

"But, Abhira, that's going to be tough. He'll just make it harder for you," Tanvi warned, biting her lip.

"No, Tanvi. I'm not letting him ruin this for me. I'll prove I can do it, and I'll do it without him," Abhira asserted, her tone resolute.

In lunch,

The cafeteria buzzed with chatter  but Abhira was lost in a nostalgic reverie.She sat alone at a table,Her mind was still reeling from the chaotic events of the freshers' party. She sat up, brushing her hair out of her eyes, thoughts spiraling around her encounter with Armaan.
The moment she slapped Armaan in front of everyone.

Suddenly, a shadow fell over her, and she glanced up to find Tanvi standing there, her usual bright smile replaced by a serious expression.

“Abhira,” Tanvi began, her tone low and urgent.

“What is it?” Abhira asked, tilting her head in curiosity, her heart racing slightly at the intensity of Tanvi’s demeanor.

Tanvi leaned in closer, as if sharing a secret. “You know that prank the AARRC group pulled on you at the party? Armaan wasn’t in on it.”

Abhira blinked in surprise. “What? Are you sure?”

Tanvi nodded earnestly. “Yes! He scolded them for it afterward. Armaan didn’t know anything about the prank.” She hesitated for a moment, then continued. “And that day when he went after Professor Yuvraj? He found out that the professor had molested one of our collegemate and felt he needed to take action.”

The color drained from Abhira’s face as her heart sank and her stomach twisted. "So you’re saying... I slapped him for something he didn’t even do?" The realization hit her like a cold wave, overwhelming and disorienting.

Tanvi heaved a sigh, tension easing from her shoulders. “I think you owe him an apology.”

Abhira nodded slowly, the weight of Tanvi’s words settling heavily in her chest. She felt a mix of shame and determination. “You’re right. I should tell him I’m sorry.” Abhira stood up, her mind racing with the thoughts of how to express her regret, how to make things right.

But as she prepared to leave, Tanvi stopped her. “Where are you going?”

“To talk with Armaan,” Abhira replied, her voice filled with urgency.

Tanvi shook her head. “He’s already gone with his group. You’ll talk to him tomorrow.”

“Okay,” Abhira conceded, feeling defeated. She took a deep breath, reminding herself that she still had the next day to set things right. With a heavy heart, she returned home early from the cafeteria, her mind a whirlwind of thoughts.

That night, as Abhira lay in her bed, the darkness pressed in around her. She replayed the events of that night, the laughter, the chaos, and her impulsive action that had spiraled into misunderstanding. She felt stupid for misjudging Armaan not once, but twice—first assuming he was part of a cruel joke, then thinking he was in the wrong for standing up to someone who truly deserved it.

With a heavy sigh, Abhira closed her eyes, hoping for a more peaceful tomorrow. As sleep finally embraced her, she made a silent promise to herself: she would clear the air, confront her mistakes, and start anew. No longer would she allow chaos or assumptions to cloud her judgment. Tomorrow, she would find Armaan and apologize.

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