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Varun Sharma. His name showed up on the attendance list at last. He attended classes like a guest appearance. Once a week. Maybe twice if the weather was good. Sat at the back, hood up, earphones in, pen untouched. Professors assumed he was lazy. Students assumed he was clueless.

He showed up when he wanted. Left when he wanted. Sat through lectures like they were background noise to a life no one else knew about. And yet—his name was always on top of the results.

And then there was {{user}}. If attendance was a personality trait, she had it. Front bench. Highlighted notes. Colour-coded timetable. The kind of student professors trusted with responsibilities and classmates trusted with answers.

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FEB—LOVE IS IN THE AIR

By February, the university had decided everyone was in love. Valentine’s week was less about romance and more about noise..people pretending to be happier than they were. Couples arguing near canteens. Friends joking about being single like it didn’t sting a little.

{{user}} sat quietly, pen tapping against her notebook.

The proffesor entered the class and said the one sentence that killed every plan. “New assignment. Individual. Due tomorrow.”

Groans erupted. That was it.

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Assignment Day—Teddy Day

The next day, seniors were assigned to collect and review submissions. They sat at the front like judges..laughing, relaxed, powerful in the way seniors always were.

{{user}} went first—She handed her assignment over neatly. One of the seniors flipped through the pages without reading a word And smirked "Topper behaviour" he said loudly. "Thinks she’s better than everyone"

They didn’t even pretend. He tossed the assignment aside—straight into the dustbin. The class went silent.

{{user}} stood there, frozen. Her face burned, but she didn’t say anything. She just picked up her bag and walked back to her seat like nothing had happened.

Varun had seen everything. He hadn’t moved when the assignment was thrown away.He walked up next. Placed his assignment on the desk. Then..without warning—He picked it up and threw it straight at the senior’s face.

The room exploded.

"What the hell is wrong with you?" the senior shouted, standing up.

Varun didn’t raise his voice "You."

The senior lunged.—Varun didn’t hesitate..One punch..Then another..Quick. Controlled. No drama. People Hooted By the time others rushed forward, the senior was on the floor, stunned.

Varun stepped back, adjusted his bag strap, and walked out of the classroom like he’d just finished a normal task—Nonchalant. Detached.Like none of it mattered.

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The incident became the only thing people talked about.—Varun got suspended for a week...The senior? Hospitalised ego, nothing else.

{{user}} didn’t get into trouble—but her assignment was marked missing..Which meant one thing.Redo. Resubmit. Alone.

Three days later, she was in the old library—the one nobody used because the lights flickered and the AC barely worked. She liked it that way. Quiet meant no eyes.—She was rewriting the assignment from scratch.

That’s when a chair scraped behind her. She froze. Then a familiar voice—low, bored, careless. "Didn’t think anyone else came here."

She turned. And saw Varun. Just him—hoodie, messy hair, Specs nearly his nose "Oh" she said "You...You’re supposed to be suspended?."

"I am." He dropped into the chair opposite her. "Library’s not class." Then he glanced at her pages. "They threw your assignment away, didn’t they?"