What after That?

Ch 65.

17th july

Shubman was in one of his sadistic moods, reqson was clear he was losing, but despite that, here he was—trying to manage the sophomores.

As a senior and part of the dance club, he and his team were responsible for organizing the dance competitions and the Mr. and Mrs. Fresher contest.

The field was chaotic, students standing in long, winding lines, each hoping to secure a spot in the performances for tomorrow’s event.

The team was working hard, selecting participants while ensuring everything stayed in control.

Shubman, however, had no patience left.

"Inn logon ko discipline ka matlab samajh nahi aata kya?" he muttered, rubbing his temples as another group pushed their way to the front.

Meanwhile, on the other side of campus, Ishan was feeling pure bliss.

Why?

Because he hadn’t seen Shubman’s face even once today.

No annoying words. No stupid, smug grins. No heart-fluttering moments he refused to acknowledge.

Peace.

At least, that was the case until his only stupid friend—Aarav—ruined it.

"Ishan, please! Chal na mere saath Mr. Fresher ke auditions pe!"

Ishan didn’t even hesitate. "No."

"Arrey yaar, ek baar toh aa ja!" Aarav pleaded, his best puppy-dog expression in place.

Ishan folded his arms. "Mujhe ek inch bhi interest nahi hai in sab mein."

Aarav’s pout deepened. "Par tu mere saath aa toh sakta hai na?"

Ishan stared at him. Damn it. Aarav was a genuinely good person. Kind, thoughtful, and most importantly, not an idiot like Shubman.

How was he supposed to say no to that face?

With a sigh of defeat, Ishan grumbled, "Fine. Bas main participate nahi kar raha. Ok?"

Aarav grinned, grabbing Ishan’s hand excitedly. "Okayyy okayyy! Bas tu chal toh sahi!"

And just like that, Ishan was dragged straight into the very chaos he was avoiding.

As Ishan stood beside Aarav, his gaze involuntarily drifted across the crowd—and landed on Shubman.

There he was, sitting amidst the chaos, rubbing his temples with an exhausted expression.

Ishan frowned. Is this idiot having a headache?

His eyes roamed around the still-long lines of students waiting for their auditions.

They had been at this since morning with no real break, so it wasn’t surprising if Shubman was completely drained.

Ishan peeked at him again.

"He should at least drink something… chai ya coffee," he muttered under his breath.

Just as the thought crossed his mind, his gaze sharpened as he noticed Divya approaching from the other side—holding two paper cups of coffee.

Ishan’s brows furrowed.

She walked straight up to Shubman, placing one cup in front of him.

Shubman looked at her, said something, then pouted.

And then—Divya chuckled.

Ishan’s jaw clenched.

Why? Why the hell was he pouting at her?