Authors Pov
The day of the reunion finally arrived.
The house was unusually lively that morning. Laughter echoed through the halls, doors kept opening and closing, and everyone was busy getting ready choosing outfits, fixing hair, teasing each other like old times.
Aayansh stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his jacket for the third time.
He barely recognized himself.
The colors weren’t dark.
The fit wasn’t formal.
And yet… he looked good.
He took out his phone, clicked a picture in the mirror, and sent it to Ruhi.
Aayansh: My girl has good taste.
The reply came almost instantly.
Ruhi: Yeah, I have great taste in everything.
Ahem.
And you’re looking very handsome, so stay away from other girls, okay?
Aayansh smiled to himself.
Aayansh: Don’t worry.
I love my girlfriend too much.
He sent another message his time a photo of his wrist.
A hair tie rested there.
Ruhi’s heart skipped the moment she saw it.
Ruhi: That’s mine… I thought I lost it!
It’s my favourite one.
She could almost feel her cheeks heating up.
Aayansh: You forgot it in my car.
So now it’s mine.
She stared at the screen, smiling like an idiot.
They kept talking for a while, small messages, soft teasing, comfort hidden between words until Aayansh finally reached the venue.
Lights glowed outside the hall. Music filtered through the doors. Familiar voices echoed from inside.
He texted her once more.
Aayansh: Reached.
Ruhi: Good.
Enjoy yourself.
And don’t just sit there with that cold face, okay?
Bye.
Have a nice day.
He smiled, typing his reply before stepping inside.
Aayansh: I will.
But I’ll miss you.
And with that, he walked towards the venue carrying memories, friendships.
Aayansh slipped his phone back into his pocket, his lips still curved in a faint smile.
Outside the venue, the entire group stood gathered dressed sharply, confidence written all over them. Years had passed, but the energy between them hadn’t faded even a little.
That’s when Aarav clapped his hands dramatically.
“Guys,” he announced, straightening his collar, “are you all ready for our epic entry?”
Kabir let out a sigh, checking his watch.
“Bro,” he said dryly, “we’ve already been standing here for fifteen minutes.”
“Details,” Aarav waved him off. “Epic moments need buildup.”
Aditya smirked. “At this point, the only thing epic is how late we’re going to be.”
Riya folded her arms. “If the principal shows up before us, I’m blaming you, Aarav.”
Aarav gasped, offended. “Excuse me? This is history in the making.”
Aayansh shook his head slightly, a rare smile playing on his lips.
“Can we go in now,” he said calmly, “before Aarav gives a motivational speech?”
“Hey,” Aarav protested, “that speech would’ve been legendary.”
“Like your math marks?” Kabir shot back.
The group burst out laughing.
“Okay, okay,” Aarav said, raising his hands. “Formation time.”
“Why do we need a formation?” Riya asked.
“Because,” Aditya replied, adjusting his sleeves, “we didn’t survive school together just to walk in like normal people.”
Kabir grinned. “On three.”
Aayansh took a breath. The music from inside grew louder. The doors stood tall in front of them memories waiting on the other side.
“One,” Kabir said.
“Two,” Riya added.
“Three!” Aarav yelled.
They pushed the doors open together.
Music thumped. Conversations paused. Heads turned.
The friend group walked in not rushed, not loud just confident. Laughter followed them like a signature. Whispers spread across the hall.
They’re still together.
That group.
They actually lasted.
Aayansh walked beside them, hands in his pockets, expression calm but his presence spoke louder than words.
Years ago, people said this wouldn’t last. Those friendships fade. That life pulls people apart.
But right there, under bright lights and curious eyes,
they proved everyone wrong not with words, but simply by walking in together.
And that…
was their epic entry.
They moved toward their classmates together.
The moment they stepped inside, familiar faces turned around some surprised, some smiling, some instantly nostalgic. Voices overlapped as greetings filled the room.
“Hey!”
“No way you’re here!”
“It’s been so long!”
They greeted everyone back, laughter mixing with warmth.
Then their class teacher entered.
The one they all had loved.
The one who had stood by them every time they landed in trouble especially Aarav.
The second Aarav saw him, he didn’t even think twice.
“Sir!” he exclaimed, rushing forward and wrapping him in a tight hug.
The teacher laughed, patting his back.
“Well,” he said warmly, “you’ve become more handsome now… and hopefully less troublesome.”
The class burst into laughter.
“Hopefully,” Kabir muttered under his breath.
Everyone gathered around, greeting the teacher with respect and affection. He smiled proudly at them.
“You all are still together,” he said, looking at the group. “That makes me very happy.”
“Rare sight,” another teacher added from the side. “Friendships like these don’t last.”
“But yours did,” their class teacher said firmly.
They finally settled into their seats, conversations buzzing around them.
Just then, a group entered from the neighboring class.
The rivals.
Back in school, they had competed in everything academics, sports, popularity. The tension had faded with time, but the edge remained.
One of the boys smirked.
“Well, it’s been a long time,” he said. “How’s life treating everyone?”
His gaze shifted to Riya and Aditya.“And I heard,” he continued, “you two got married?”
The room fell silent for a second.
“What?”
“They’re married?”
“Wow!”
Gasps and congratulations followed instantly.
“Yes,” Aditya said calmly, slipping an arm around Riya. “We did.”
“Why didn’t you invite us?” someone asked teasingly.
“Sorry,” Aditya replied with a smile. “We wanted a small, private wedding.”
The attention then shifted.
Slowly, deliberately, the boy’s eyes moved to Aayansh.
“Well,” he said, tilting his head, “you haven’t changed at all. Still that cold guy who barely speaks.”
Another from the group chimed in.
“But hey, now you’re the CEO of Singhania Industries, right? That’s impressive.”
Aayansh didn’t respond with words.
He simply nodded once polite, uninterested.
The lack of reaction seemed to bother them more than any reply could have.
Then a girl from their group stepped forward.
“Hi,” she said, smiling sweetly.
“Hello,” Aayansh replied with a brief nod nothing more.
She tried again, leaning closer, flipping her hair.
“So… reunion treating you well?”
He nodded once again, eyes drifting away, clearly disengaged.
Her smile faltered.
Annoyance flashed across her face.
“Well,” she snapped suddenly, “just because you’re rich doesn’t mean you’re impressive.”
The room went quiet.
“I was just being nice,” she continued sharply. “But honestly, you’ve always been awful. No wonder you didn’t have a girlfriend back in school.”
Her voice grew louder.“And look at you now still single. No girl would ever like someone like you.”
Aayansh finally looked at her.
Not angry.
Not offended.
Just… calm.His silence spoke louder than any argument.
Across the room, Riya clenched her jaw.
Kabir straightened.
Aarav muttered, “She has no idea.”
Aayansh did exactly what everyone expected him to do.
Nothing.
He didn’t react. Didn’t argue. Didn’t defend himself.
He simply ignored her.
The girl scoffed, clearly offended by his indifference, and opened her mouth to say something sharper. But before she could,
Aayansh casually adjusted the sleeves of his jacket.
Just slightly.
Enough for the hair tie around his wrist to become visible.
One of the girls from their table frowned, leaning forward.
“Wait… is that a hair tie?” she asked, pointing at his wrist.
The room stilled. Eyes followed her finger.Whispers began.
Aayansh glanced at his wrist, then back up, his voice calm and unbothered.
“Yes,” he said simply.
“My girl keeps losing her hair ties. So I keep them with me.”
Silence.Pure, stunned silence.
Then“What?”
“Did he just say my girl?”
“Aayansh… has a girlfriend?”
His friends exchanged knowing looks.
Proud.
Amused.
Satisfied.
Aarav leaned back in his chair with a grin, enjoying every second.
“Oh, and just so you all know,” Aarav added casually, deliberately looking at the girl who had made the awful comment, “the suit he’s wearing today?”
He paused for effect.“She picked it.”
More murmurs.
Aarav wasn’t done.
“She literally dragged him shopping,” he continued, smirking. “Bought him this and like five other outfits in different colors.”
“Impossible,” someone muttered.
Riya laughed.
“And the shopping lasted more than an hour.”
All eyes snapped back to Aayansh.
“This guy,” Aarav said, pointing at him, “didn’t complain. Not even once.”
The shock on people’s faces was priceless.
The same Aayansh who barely spoke. Who hated crowds. Who avoided malls like the plague.
And yet,
He stood there quietly, hair tie on his wrist, love written all over him without a single word.
The girl who had mocked him earlier looked away, her confidence shattered.
Aayansh adjusted his sleeves back into place, expression unchanged.
He didn’t need to say anything more.
Because sometimes,
silence and love spoke loud enough.
After that, the group walked away from the table together.
The moment they were a little distance away, laughter broke out.
“Bro, that was insane,” Kabir laughed. “You should’ve seen their faces.”
Aarav threw an arm around Aayansh’s shoulder. “I swear, man, you didn’t even try and you destroyed them.”
Even Aayansh allowed a faint smile.
The rest of the day passed in a surprisingly light mood. They ate together, shared old memories, laughed about school incidents, and teased each other endlessly. For a few hours, it didn’t feel like a reunion it felt like they were students again, sitting in the last bench, ruling the corridors.
It was nice.Too nice.
At some point, Aarav’s phone rang.
He glanced at the screen and frowned. “I’ll be right back,” he said, standing up. “Work call.”
He walked a little distance away, near the side of the hall, talking quietly.
A few minutes later, he ended the call and turned around,and froze.
The same group from earlier stood there, blocking his path.
“Well, well,” one of them said mockingly. “Still acting like you own the place, huh?”
Aarav rolled his eyes. “Not today. Move.”
Another guy stepped closer. “You think just because you’re famous now, you can look down on us?”
Before Aarav could reply
Crash.
Pain exploded at the back of his head as a glass bottle shattered on impact.
Aarav staggered forward, blood instantly seeping through his hair.
“What the hell?!” someone shouted.
Staff members from the venue rushed toward them, trying to separate the group.
“Stop it! Please stop!” one of them yelled.
But it didn’t stop.
Shouting turned into chaos.
A chair fell.
Someone shoved someone else.
More people joined in.
The noise reached the other side of the hall.
Aayansh, Aditya, Kabir, and Rudra all turned at the same time.“What’s going on?” Kabir asked.
Then they saw it.Aarav surrounded.Blood on his forehead.
That was enough.
Aayansh moved first.Aditya was right behind him.
Kabir and Rudra didn’t even hesitate.
They charged into the chaos.
Someone grabbed Kabir’s collar and shoved him back.
Aditya punched a guy who tried to kick Aarav while he was down.
Rudra pulled Aarav away, shielding him.
Aayansh didn’t shout.He didn’t curse.
He just fought.
Controlled. Precise. Angry.
Teachers and students tried to intervene, shouting for them to stop, but no one listened. The situation had completely spiraled out of control.
Someone screamed.A table overturned.
And finally
The manager of the venue dialed the police.
Sirens echoed in the distance as the fight continued, raw and uncontrollable.
What had started as a reunion of memories…Had turned into something none of them would ever forget.
The moment the police arrived, the chaos finally broke.
Sirens cut through the noise, sharp and unforgiving. Officers pushed through the crowd, separating people, pulling hands away, forcing distance where anger still burned hot.
Both groups were taken to the police station.
No arguments. No excuses.
Their class teachers followed closely behind, faces tight with disappointment and exhaustion.
Inside the station, they were made to sit on opposite benches.
But even there they didn’t stop.
“If you hadn’t started”
“Oh please, you always played the victim!”
“Say that again!”
Voices rose. Sarcasm flew. Insults were thrown like weapons.
The teachers stood near the officers, explaining everything how it started, who escalated it, how it spiraled out of control. The police listened patiently, occasionally glancing back at the groups with clear irritation.
Meanwhile
Raichand Place.
Ruhi was sitting on her bed, laptop open, papers scattered around her, completely unaware of the storm that had just crashed into her life.
Her phone buzzed.
Riya calling.
She smiled and picked up instantly.
“Bhabhi! What happened? You called suddenly I thought you all were enjoying the reunion.”
There was a pause.
Then Riya said quietly,
“Ruhi… we’re at the police station.”
Ruhi laughed.
“Very funny. I’m not falling for this prank again.”
“Ruhi,” Riya said firmly, panic creeping into her voice, “I’m not lying. We are really at the police station.”
Ruhi’s smile faded.
Before she could reply, she heard shouting from the other end of the call angry voices, someone arguing loudly, a sharp command from a police officer to keep quiet.
Her breath hitched.
“…Riya?” she said slowly. “What’s going on?”
Riya started explaining fast, broken words tumbling out. About the fight. About Aarav. About the bottle. About how everything went wrong in seconds.
Ruhi didn’t wait for the end.
She was already moving.
She grabbed her phone, keys, and bag, hands shaking as she slipped on her sandals.
“You should have called me earlier,” she said, her voice tight with fear. “Which police station?”
Riya told her.
“I’m coming,” Ruhi said. “Right now.”
The call ended.
Ruhi stood frozen for half a second, heart racing, mind spiraling.
Without wasting another moment, she rushed out of the house, dread settling deep in her chest as only one thought repeated in her mind
Please be okay.
Please let all of them be okay.
And with that, Ruhi headed straight toward the police station completely unaware that this night was about to test more than just tempers.
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