MISFIT SECTION B: THE BEGINNING

Isha Kim Ara Joshi thought switching schools would be hard-
she didn't expect it to feel like stepping into a storm.
Her seat is next to Rudra Dev Pant Bharadwaj-
calm, composed, impossible to read.
He moves through the room with a quiet authority,
and every glance he casts feels heavier than words.
He isn't friendly.
He doesn't need to be.
He simply exists in a way that makes her pulse quicken,
as if the space around him bends to his presence alone.
No one here wants her.
She can feel it in the way eyes flick away,
in the quiet tension humming through the room.
And yet, she doesn't back down.
One thing is certain:
Section B has never met anyone like her-
and everything here is about to change.
Because Section B was never just a classroom.
It was a collision of unfinished emotions, cultural silence, family pressure, and teenagers trying to survive the versions of themselves the world kept forcing onto them.
Some came from loud cities.
Others from quiet Pahadi homes where emotions hid behind discipline, tradition, and tired smiles. Garhwali and Kumauni roots existed beside modern chaos-temple bells beside phone screens, family expectations beside personal dreams.
Behind every joke, every argument, every act of rebellion, there was always something deeper waiting to be understood.
And in a place where nobody truly fit anywhere else, the misfits of Section B slowly became mirrors of each other's pain, anger, loneliness, and healing.