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The Morning assembly was over with 'suryanamaskar' exercise,and now everyone moved to their respective classrooms in parade, moving their hand and legs in sync matching with the beats of the drums played by some house captains of the school.

Krisha started doing the same, seventh grade class line moving to their classroom and she again stole a glance
him before reaching the staircase.His voice still lingering in her ears , How he instructed everyone, How he looked so confident and handsome just like her korean drama guys. How his voice was husky in the commanding way,She was lost in her thoughts of him when someone tapped on her shoulder from back, she turned back to look at who it is.

"Hey uhmm are you the new student? I am pari jain .monitor of this class.whats your name?" the girl asked krisha.

"Yeh it's my first day today. My name is krisha Wagh ,Nice to meet you pari." Krisha said in one go as the nervousness still lingered in her voice but still did her best to interact.

Pari smiled politely and said "nice to meet you too krisha".

Krisha's POV :-

The door clicked open. Mr.Akash, our homeroom teacher as for all I know stepped in.The chatter , the shouts - all abruptly ceased.Silence.

The class stood in a ragged wave "Good morning sirrrr" we all chorused, a few muffled yawns sneaking in, still groggy from the early assembly or sleep.

He looked young - perhaps 24.He carried an aura of forced strictness.But his powerful cologne! As he moved,Pari let out a sneeze that sounded like a grown man's roar. The sheer intensity of the scent and the noise made the entire class erupt in laughter.

Mr.Akash clapped his hands sharply."SILENCE!" He commanded,then offered a softer , "Good morning students ." He continued , "I'm your homeroom teacher , and I expect you all to study well.Also we have new transfer student this year , Krisha Wagh." He gestured towards me. And called me up for the introduction.

My stomach lurched. As I moved forward I could feel all pairs of eyes on me.The silence was deafening.I just hoped I wouldn't trip on the way to the front.

"h-hello, I'm krisha wagh." I whispered, cheeks burning. That was it . I hurriedly moved to my seat,still shaky and relieved to be sitting down.

"We'll start with Math," Mr.sharma announced,his tone stern. "I am your teacher for this subject , and I expect good scores and timely homework -no excuses." He was definitely serious.

We dove into the chapter on integers.He actually taught really clearly; I was following easily.But when I glanced around , almost half the class was completely zoned out or quietly sleeping. Math boredom was clearly universal.

As soon as the bell rang Sharma sir left the classroom before saying "that's all for today students and this is your homework for today I want everything to be completed by tomorrow"

Then  , a warm looking female teacher in her thirties entered. "Are you the new student?" She asked kindly."What's your name dear?" I told her,and she smiled before starting the Hindi lecture.Her teaching style was genuinely engaging ,But Hindi was just not my type subject ; I instantly felt a familiar boredom creep in.

My mind drifted back to my old school.During classes like this, my friend and I would be busy! We'd secretly share gossip or play tic-tac-toe on the back of our notebooks, barely paying attention. Now, here I was , forcing myself to concentrate on every single word.I felt alone, telling myself I had to listen or I'd be punished , with no friend here to exchange knowing look or side up with me. No gossip, No games , just boring discipline.

I snapped out of it when Miss started dictating a paragraph and it's meaning.The room went silent again, everyone scribbling furiously. I struggled to keep up , the sudden focus a jolt.

As she continued , a couple of students kept whining "Miss what did you just say?" She paused ,sounding slightly annoyed,"Listen properly I will not repeat myself twice." She warned , her voice firm. I quickly finished writing , my heart pounding slightly , glad I hadn't been one of the repeat offenders.

The atmosphere of strictness, first from Mr. Sharma and now from her , was intense.Just as the last word was dictated, the welcome sound of the lunch bell rang, breaking the tension and signaling my escape.

The moment the bell went, the strict silence evaporated into a flurry of activity. Everyone stuffed books into the  bags and snapped open lunchboxes.

The boys quickly joined benches together, while the girls turned around to create small groups. I watched others roam, inspecting each other's food.

Alone, I unwrapped my favorite aloo paratha.The delicious smell instantly brought back memories. My best friend and my old group used to playfully fight over who got the biggest bite of my paratha, and we always shared everything.

We'd rush to finish eating just so we could sneak off to play in the hallway before the break ended. Now, eating quietly by myself, I felt the sharp contrast. My past thoughts abruptly halted as the warning bell shrieked. Everyone hurried to wash their hands or use the washroom, knowing that the
next class would start in three minutes. I quickly cleaned up and rushed back to my desk.

The English class felt long after lunch. I was relieved when it ended. Next up was P.E.! We all rushed to the ground.

Immediately, the boys started arguing for cricket, and the girls insisted on kabaddi. Our P.E. Sir, looking tired, just sighed and said, "Do whatever you want today, you're free." So, the girl kabaddi while the boys took over the pitch for cricket. Finally, we had Science class before the last bell.

As school ended, we stood together to sing Vande Mataram, then moved in orderly lines out of the school grounds. I headed straight for the cycle parking lot.

As I finally managed to unlock my cycle, a loud shout cut through the parking lot noise: "Aryan, wait!" The voice came from a distance.

I instinctively turned and saw the Head Boy-the same one I'd briefly noticed this morning. A knot of anxiety tightened in my stomach. I immediately focused on getting away. Quickly yanking my cycle out of the stand, I pushed through the thinning crowd of students without looking back, pedaling straight and fast toward home, eager to escape the unfamiliar attention.

As I was on my way home ,crossing the bridge a thought came to my mind about him.

"Oh! So his name is Aryan!" And unknowingly my lips curved into a smile.

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So guys this will be the lengths of the chapters and it may feel boring at first but trust me after some time you will love it especially after time travel

It's a slow burn but takes a turn to dark romance after the time travel as they are still minor as of now 🥹🤍

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