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Chapter 2 : Noor - The Choas



The aroma of freshly brewed elaichi chai wafted through the drawing room of the Chaturvedi household, where every corner held traces of old charm and newer memories.

Justice Samar Chaturvedi (Noor's dadaji) , seated in his favourite armchair, looked up as the door opened.

"Aayiye Sinha sahab, kaise hain aap log?" He said as soon as Ranvijay and his wife entered inside the house.

["Come in, Mr. Sinha, how have you both been?"]

"Namaste beta, aayiye please baithiye." He greeted to both of them and gestured them to seated on a lavish couch.

["Hello, son. Please, have a seat,"]

His voice was warm, welcoming - the kind of tone reserved for those who weren't just guests, but family.

Both families were highly educated, respected, and well-established. They had excelled in their respective professions, with all members settled and working in prestigious fields.

Brigadier Ranvijay Sinha (Retd.) stepped in with his wife Dr. Pratibha Sinha, both dignified yet humble, carrying with them years of friendship and shared values and sat on the couch.

Vidya Chaturvedi walked out from the kitchen, drying her hands with her pallu and smiling wide. "Namaste, Pratibha ji! Itne din baad mil rahe hain!"

["Hello, Pratibha ji! It's been such a long time since we met!"]

Pratibha smiled fondly. "Bas, zindagi ke daud mein waqt hi nahi milta. Yahaan aake thoda sukoon milta hai."

["Well, life's race doesn't leave much time. Coming here brings a bit of peace."]

The four sat down, as Anant Chaturvedi joined them with a polite nod. Cups of tea were passed, along with a tray of warm samosas - just like the good old days.

There was comfort in their presence. These were two families bound by time, respect, and friendship that had spanned decades.

"Baat kuch khaas thi," Ranvijay began gently, after a few minutes of catching up.

["There's something important I wanted to discuss,"]

He looked at Samar with his usual composed, military-like clarity. "Main chah raha tha, hum dono ek faisla milke karein... ek naya rishta jodhne ka."

["I was hoping we could make a decision together... about forming a new bond."]

Samar raised an eyebrow but said nothing yet.

Anant leaned forward slightly. "Aap Rudraksh ki baat kar rahe hain?"

[You're talking about Rudraksh?]

Ranvijay nodded. "Aur Noor ki."

[And Noor]

The room fell into a thoughtful silence - not awkward, just weighted. It was a thought that had passed quietly between them before but had never taken shape. Until now.

Pratibha spoke softly, "Dekhiye, Noor humaari aankhon ke saamne badi hui hai. Humesha se usmein ek alag si roshni dekhi hai... zindadili hai usmein."

["You see, Noor has grown up right before our eyes. There's always been a special spark in her... she's so full of life."]

Vidya smiled faintly. "Aur Rudraksh... ek misaal hai. Humaari beti ka bhavishya surakshit rahega, yeh bharosa aap jaise maa-baap ke sanskaar pe hai."

["And Rudraksh... he's an ideal boy. I trust that our daughter's future would be safe, thanks to the values you've instilled in him."]

Samar finally spoke, his voice thoughtful.

"Noor ke faisle mein hum zabardasti nahi karenge. Par agar dono bacche haan karein, toh mujhe khushi hogi yeh rishta jodne mein. Rudraksh accha ladka hai. Main jaanta hoon usey. Usmein discipline hai, samarpan hai."

["We won't force Noor to decide. But if both children agree, I'd be happy to go ahead with this alliance. Rudraksh is a good boy. I know him well. He has discipline and dedication."]

Ranvijay added, "Aur Noor mein zindagi hai. Khushi hai. Shayad wahi thoda rang laa de mere serious IPS officer ke jeevan mein."

["And Noor is full of life. Full of joy. Maybe she can bring some color into my serious IPS officer's life."]

"Aur waise bhi hum dono families ek dusre ko kaffi arse se jante hain toh koyi baat kisi se chupi nahi rahegi" Anant added while sipping onto his chai.

["And anyway, both our families have known each other for so long - nothing would remain hidden between us."]

All of them smiled at that.

The two fathers shared a brief glance - the kind old friends exchange when words aren't needed.

Anant nodded slowly. "Toh tay raha... hum dono apne bachchon se baat karenge. Unka jawab sunenge. Jo faisla hoga, dono families milke support karenge."

["Then it's decided... we'll both speak to our children. We'll hear their decision. Whatever they choose, both families will stand by it."]

Vidya sighed. "Noor toh college mein hai abhi. Aate hi usse aram se baat karenge warna aapko toh pata hi hai woh sara ghar sar pe utha leti hai."

["Noor's in college right now. We'll speak to her gently when she returns, otherwise you know how she turns the whole house upside down."]

Pratibha chuckled. "Aur Rudraksh se baat karni ho toh pehle duty schedule check karna padega."

["And to talk to Rudraksh, we'll have to check his duty schedule first."]

The room filled with gentle laughter, lightening the atmosphere.

It wasn't just an arrangement.
It was the beginning of something meaningful - a conversation of care, not pressure.

Two families.
One long-standing friendship.
And a proposal that just might be written in fate.

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The late morning sun blazed over Prayagraj University, where the chaos of student life was in full swing. Among the mess of assignments, rehearsals, and endless chai breaks, three girls ruled their little world - Noor Chaturvedi, Simran, and Ayesha.

But not everything was sunshine and golgappas for Noor.

She had, after all, a sworn enemy.

Anamika Mehta.

Anamika wasn't just any girl - she was the self-obsessed & self-declared "queen bee" of the college. With her designer bags, her perfect winged eyeliner, and an ego bigger than the entire commerce department, Anamika believed she was the center of the universe.

And she hated Noor.

Why?

Simple. Noor had unintentionally stolen her spotlight.

While Anamika posed for Instagram reels with hashtags like #CampusQueen and #SlayModeOn,

Noor, without even trying, became everyone's favorite.
With her loud laughter, easy charm, and chaotic energy, people naturally gravitated toward Noor.
She didn't need designer clothes or an army of followers - Noor was just... real.

And that killed Anamika inside.

Since then, Anamika had taken it upon herself to make Noor's life a little more miserable every day - petty insults, sabotaging projects, spreading rumors.

It was childish.
It was stupid.
It was college.

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That day was no different.

Noor, Simran, and Ayesha were walking through the courtyard, laughing about some meme Ayesha had sent in the group chat.

"Main bata rahi hoon," Ayesha said between giggles, "agar exam ke paper mein meme wale questions aa gaye na, hum teeno topper ban jayenge."

[I'm telling you, if we got these memes questions in our exam we all three gonna top.]

Simran nodded. "Bhai, hum to meme scholars hain."

[Yeah, we're meme scholars.]

Noor snorted. "Bas degree mein likhwa lena - B.Com with specialization in Memes and Procrastination."

Who would've thought that while her parents were discussing her marriage at home, she was out here laughing and chatting about memes and random stuff?

Unreal, right?

They were laughing, carefree, when it happened.

Anamika.

Dressed like she was going to walk a Paris ramp instead of attending a boring lecture, she strutted past them - but not without stretching her perfectly pedicured foot just slightly in Noor's path.

It was subtle. It was evil. It was classic Anamika.

Noor stumbled forward, flailing like a drunk flamingo.

Simran and Ayesha immediately grabbed her arms, trying to keep her upright.

"NOOR!" Ayesha hissed, barely holding her steady.
"Tujhe girane ki saazish ho rahi hai!" Simran gasped dramatically.

Noor was furious. Absolutely done with Anamika's childish games because if she had fallen that way, she seriously would have had a serious injury.

She don't get into fughts herself but when someone starts fight with her, she just finish it.

She caught her balance, turned around sharply, fire blazing in her eyes, and opened her mouth to finally, FINALLY curse her out -

"Teri behen ki ch-"

"Ch?" came a very familiar, very authoritative voice behind her.

Noor's blood ran cold.

It was Professor Deshpande.
The strictest, scariest professor in the commerce department.

Professor Deshpande raised an eyebrow. "Ch?" she repeated, staring Noor down.

Noor, brain working at a dangerous speed, clutched Simran's arm and forced out a nervous laugh.

"Chu- chudiyan keh rahi thi, ma'am!" Noor blurted. "Teri behen ki chudiyan, Anamika. Kafi sundar hain!"

[Bangles, I was talking about bangles mam. your sister's bangles are so beautiful Anamika.]

Ayesha and Simran immediately nodded, adding supportive fake admiration noises like, "Haan ma'am, bohot sundar chudiyan!" and "Wow, kya choice hai!"

[Yes mam, it's beautiful bangles. Wow what a choice.]

Anamika blinked, utterly confused. "Par meri toh koi behen hi nahi hai... Aur where's chudiyan?"

[But I don't have a sister.]

There was a dead silence.

Noor scratched her head nervously, trying to think at lightning speed.

"Wahi... woh jo tumhare heart mein rehne wali behen hai... uh... soul sister types," Noor said, waving her hand vaguely like it all made perfect sense. "Chudiyan uski hain... aur uska pyaar hum sab ke liye hai."

[That...The one who live in your heart...uh ..soul sister types, her bangles and her love for us.]

Professor Deshpande stared at Noor for a long, painful moment. Noor gave her best angelic smile, trying to look like a poor, misunderstood student of peace and sisterhood.

Finally, the professor sighed. "Tum log college ko comedy circus banaoge kya?"

[You guys made college a comedy circus.]

And with that, she walked away, muttering something about "Ajeeb generation hai bhai."

[Strange generation.]

As soon as she disappeared, Simran, Ayesha, and Noor collapsed against each other, laughing so hard they almost fell to the ground.

"Soul sister, seriously?" Simran wheezed.

"Bhai baal baal bache," Ayesha said, wiping tears from her eyes.

Noor tossed her hair dramatically. "Hamesha ready for unexpected viva and unexpected war."

Meanwhile, Anamika said something to her before walking away, absolutely fuming, plotting her next petty revenge.

"Noor tum apni had mein rehna kyunki phir mein apni had bhul jaungi, mere Rohit se toh bilkul door rehna, jyada usse gappe ladane ki jarurat nahi hai. I know you're so desperate for his attention as you can't find someone as good as him par tum jaisi ladki ko kaun hi pasand karega? Na shakal na surat."

[ Noor, stay within your limits because if you cross it, then I'll forget mine. Stay completely away from Rohit, there's no need to gossip with him. I know you're so desperate for his attention as you can't find someone as good as him but who will even like a girl like you? You don't even have good looks.]

"Abb har koyi mere jaisa toh nahi ho sakta." She said and left before noor can speak.

[Not everybody can be like me.]

"Iski toh-" she left & almost reached the class before they even say something.

She's someone who always pulls others down, an attention seeker, she wants all the attention to herself. She once saw Noor talking to Rohit (Anamika's crush), Noor had just once complimented him for his game as he's a football player, and she insulted Noor saying she was trying to hit on him.

Noor wiped the sweat off her forehead dramatically.

"Bach gaye yaar aaj... warna yeh Despo Deshpande toh meri attendance hi suspend kar deti."

[ Dude, I got saved today... otherwise this Despo Deshpande would have suspended my attendance. ]

Despo Deshpande - that's what the entire commerce department secretly called Professor Deshpande behind her back, thanks to her endless lectures about "discipline and decorum."

Simran laughed.

"Sahi pakde hain! Aur abhi toh cultural fest ki practice bhi hai, suspend ho jaati toh kaun karta tere viral dance steps?"

[ You caught it right! And now we have cultural fest practice too, if you had gotten suspended, who would've performed your viral dance steps? ]

Ayesha snorted.

"Haan bhai, fest ka main item number miss ho jaata!"

[ Yeah dude, the main item number of the fest would've been missed! ]

The three were still giggling when their laughter froze midair.

Across the corridor, just at the edge of the classroom door, Anamika Mehta was about to enter in the class- adjusting her hair like she was auditioning for a shampoo commercial.

Noor's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"Dekha? Yeh badi kutti kamini hai!"

[ See? She's such a wicked, mean girl! ]

She hissed, looking at a little injury on her foot thumb as Anamika had stomped her heel on Noor's foot.

"Iska din nahi guzarta bina mera mood kharab kiye. Shakal aisi jaise dus dus logon ka breakup kar ke aa rahi ho."

[ Her day doesn't pass without ruining my mood. She looks like she just broke up ten couples at once.]

Ayesha smirked.

"Aur attitude aisa jaise Harvard mein top kiya ho!"

[ And attitude like she has topped Harvard! ]

Simran nodded sagely.

"Bhai, iski ego NASA ke rocket se bhi tez upar jaa rahi hai."

[ Bro, her ego is flying higher than NASA's rocket. ]

"Noor rolled her eyes saying that.

"FBA kahin ki."

[ Full Bakwas Ladki. ]

Her friends said together:

"Full Bakwas Ladki."

[ Full Rubbish Girl. ]

(They use short forms so nobody understands their codes.)

Noor folded her arms.

"Koi baat nahi. Aaj toh iski band bajaungi. Woh bhi iske crush ke samne."

[ No problem. Today I'll totally expose her - and that too in front of her crush. ]

Simran and Ayesha exchanged wicked glances.

"Plan kya hai, madam?"

[ What's the plan, madam? ]

Noor's lips curled into a mischievous grin.

"Tera, mera, aur apne asli secret weapon ka."

[ Yours, mine, and our ultimate secret weapon's. ]

She pulled out her phone and dialed a number.

Within minutes, their one and only male partner-in-crime - Aryan Khanna their Best Friend- appeared, backpack slung over one shoulder, a half-eaten samosa in his hand.

"Kya toofan machana hai is baar?"

[ What chaos are we creating this time? ]

Aryan asked with a mischievous glint.

"Operation Anamika Crush ke samne beizzati begins."

[ Operation Public Embarrassment in front of Anamika's crush begins. ]

Noor declared solemnly.

"Count me in, meri jaan!"

[ Count me in, my dear! ]

Aryan said, mock saluting her.

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Anamika's secret crush, Rohit Sharma, the football team's star player, was standing outside the adjacent classroom, chatting casually with his teammates.

Perfect.

Noor whispered the plan rapidly - it involved a staged "accident," a fake love letter, and one very public, very embarrassing situation.

Simran and Ayesha were in charge of "witness distraction." Aryan would "accidentally" drop the letter.

And Noor?

Noor would deliver the knockout move.

All set, the four of them moved like a well-oiled prank machine.

"Arre ruko yaar," Noor said to everyone before they moved.

[ "Wait, guys,"]

"Abb kya hai?" Aryan asked uninterested.

[ "Now what?"]

"Letter mein kya likhe?" Noor asked seriously while three of them started thinking seriously.

[ "What should we write in the letter?"]

"IDEA!!" Aryan almost shouted making three girls irritated.

"Abbe dheere bol, yahan kisiko pata chal gaya siyapa ho jana," Simran said gesturing him with her hands.

[ "Hey, speak slowly, someone here might find out and there'll be chaos,"]

"Tume woh reel dekhi hai?" He asked with a mischievous smile to all three of them.

[ "Have you seen that reel?"]

"Nahi, hume sapne thodi aate tu konsi reels dekhta hai," Ayesha said shrugging her shoulders off.

[ "No, we don't have dreams like you, what kind of reels do you watch?"]

"Yaar mein group mein share ki thi!" He exclaimed excitedly while three looked confused.

[ "I shared it in the group!"]

"Konse wale group mein?" Noor asked.

[ "Which group?"]

She started listing all the groups' names they four of them had made.

1• Ghanta serious gang

2• Kalesh Ki Dukaan

3• Bakwaas Baatein Gang

4• Class Ki Ched-Chaad Club

5• Bunkers & Bawarchis

6• Ghante ka college

7• Bakar Baazi Squad

8• Assignment Ke Aatank

9• Padhai Ka Dushman Mandal

10• Chal Nikal yahan se squad

11• 75% Attendance Jhooth

"Abee bas kar Noor, thodi saans lele behen," Simran exclaimed seeing noor speaking just in one go.

[ "Enough, Noor, Breathe a little."]

"Main yaar bhul gaya konse wale group mein bheji thi, kaafi hain groups toh I think -"

[ "I forgot in which group I sent it, there are so many groups, I think -"]

"Bhai tera upar wala mala khaali hai kya?? Tu khud kyun nahi batata konsi wali reel?" Ayesha said furiously.

[ "Bro, is your top brain empty? Why don't you just say which reel?"]

"Haan, sorry wohi yaar jisme woh ek Aunty aati hain aur puchti hain-" they three of them interrupted him by saying,

[ "Yeah, sorry, that one where this aunt comes and asks-"]

"Kyaaa??" They were seriously looking at him.

[ "What?]

"Kaunse colour ki chaddi pehne ho batao na?" He said laughing while three of them looked at disgustingly.

[ "What color underwear are you wearing, tell me?"]

"Cheee tu kitna ganda hai yaar!" Noor exclaimed.

[ "Yuck, you're so disgusting!" Noor exclaimed.]

"Abe kuch ni hota tu likh isse rohit pakka offend ho jayega aur anamika ko dantega bhi aur tumhara badla bhi pura ho jayega." He said calmly as Noor wrote it mentioning Anamika's name at the end so Rohit thought it was written by Anamika.

[ "Come on, just write it, Rohit will definitely get offended and scold Anamika too, and your revenge will be complete."]

And they wrapped that letter into an envelope.

[ And they wrapped that letter into an envelope.]

As Anamika swayed past Rohit, Aryan "accidentally" bumped into her, slipping a bright pink glittery envelope into her tote bag.

Anamika, already busy pretending to be delicate and sophisticated, didn't notice.

Simran whistled. "Bhai, mast performance ho rahi hai, Noor!"

[ Simran whistled. "Bro, great performance, Noor!"]

Ayesha giggled. "Picture abhi baaki hai, mere dost!"

[ "The movie's not over yet, my friend!"]

Within seconds, Noor casually walked past Anamika and purposely nudging a shoulder to her, making her bag drop to the floor, and because it was open, that glittery pink letter came out that Aryan earlier put in her bag purposely.

"Ohh sorry! Main tumhari madad kar deti hun," she said while Anamika gave her weird looks as she sat. Noor purposely picked the letter up and shouted,

["Let me help you,"]

"Yeh tumhara hai Anamika, ohh a love letter for Rohit ji. Why are you shy about giving it to Rohit, let me give it to him."

["This is yours, Anamika, oh, a love letter for Rohit."]

She purposely wrote Rohit ji on the front so she can say it making Rohit and his friends grab her attention as aryan immediately grabbed the letter who was standing with rohit and their friends,

"Abe suno, kisi ladki ne tumhare liye pyaar bhari love letter likha hai, itni mehnat ki hai, glitter aur perfume ke saath! Wah bhai wah!" Aryan exclaimed while Noor stood there with her girl bestfriends seeing the drama.

Heads turned. Rohit looked confused. His teammates hooted and teased.

Anamika, hearing this, turned white.

Rohit's friend, laughing, said, "Kisne likha be? Dekhna padega!"

Aryan, like a dutiful actor, pointed innocently to Anamika's bag. "Wahin toh kuch chamak raha tha!"

Before Anamika could react, one of Rohit's friends snatched the envelope and - right there - opened it in front of everyone.

Inside was a glitter explosion and a note:

"Rohit baby, kaunse colour ka chaddi pehne ho red or blue?."

Tumhari pagal Aashiq
-Anamika

Anamika's face turned beet red. The football team burst into laughter. Someone actually started a chant -

"Anamika! Anamika! Glitter Queen!"

Noor, Ayesha, Simran, and Aryan high-fived behind a pillar, trying desperately not to collapse laughing on the floor.

Not knowing Anamika was watching them fiercely.

"Operation successful." They said happily.

Rohit being a calm down man walked toward Anamika who was standing there not able to process what's happening.

"I didn't expect this from you anamika. I thought you're a sensible girl but clearly you're not." He said and handed the letter to her.

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"Report," Rudraksh ordered, without wasting a second.

Rajeev handed him a file. "Sir, ek naya case aaya hai-ek businessman ke missing hone ka report file hua hai. Bahut hi high-profile case hai. Media bhi involved ho sakti hai."

Rudraksh opened the file and skimmed through it, his sharp eyes scanning every detail.

A businessman named Rakesh Sharma had gone missing.

"Last seen?" he asked.

"Do din pehle, apne office se nikalte waqt," Rajeev replied.

[Two days ago, while he was leaving for his office.]

Rudraksh closed the file. "Investigation team ko bulao. I want every detail."

[Call the investigation team.]

"And about that smuggling case, Take a Alert on that as well rajeev." He said in a very commanding voice.

His work wasn't just a job. It was his life.

By noon, Rudraksh was already deep into the case. Interrogations, surveillance footage, field visits-everything was happening with surgical precision.

Right now, his focus was entirely on the missing businessman case.

Rajeev Mehta, his junior, knocked and entered. "Sir, naye updates aaye hain."

[Sir there are new updates.]

Rudraksh leaned forward. "Bolo."

Rajeev placed a few photographs on the table. "Rakesh Sharma ka last call ek unknown number se aaya tha. Humne number trace karne ki koshish ki, aur yeh kisi MLA ke right-hand man ka nikla."

[Rakesh Kumar had a last call from an unknown number. We tried to trace that number and that was MLA's right hand man's number.]

Rudraksh's jaw tightened. Politics. Corruption. Cover-ups.

He knew this case wouldn't be easy.

"Yeh log kabhi seedha jawab nahi denge," he muttered, rubbing his temple.

[These people never answer directly.]

"Lekin ek IPS officer ka kaam yeh nahi hai ki case chhod de. Tyaar raho. Hume har route check karna hoga."

[But it's not a IPS duty to leave a case. Be ready. We have to every route.]

Rajeev nodded. "Sir, aap thoda break lijiye. Kal subah phir se shuru karte hain."

[Sir take a break for a while. We'll start again tomorrow.]

Rudraksh didn't even look up. "Break lene ka waqt nahi hai, Mehta."

[We don't have time for break Mehta.]

Rules. Duty. Discipline.

They were his only priorities.

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On the other hand, Anamika started crying when Rohit left after saying those words to her and she looked at the letter and wiping off the tears went towards principal's office.

Of course, it didn't take long for Anamika to figure it out.

Fuming with embarrassment, she stormed to the Principal's office and launched into full attack mode.

"Mam may I come in?" She asked.

"Yes please!" Mrs. Gupta said politely.

"Mam see this letter! Woh Noor Chaturvedi thi! Aur uske saath Simran, Ayesha, Aryan bhi! Inhone milke meri beizzati karwai!"

"You can check the handwriting the letter is written by noor herself." She stated firmly.

Principal Mrs. Gupta sighed heavily taking her spectacles off. She had seen Noor and her squad in trouble before. But this? This was a new level of chaos.

Calls were made. Parents were threatened. And Noor was summoned to the office.

She sat outside the principal office with Simran, Ayesha, and Aryan, swinging her legs nervously.

They were told to wait outside until Noor's brother Neel come there as principal called her brother.

"Main bol raha hoon, agar suspension hua na, toh main toh full Ranveer Singh mode mein naachunga 'Malhari' pe farewell mein," Aryan joked, trying to lighten the mood.

["I'm telling you, if I get suspended, I'll go full Ranveer Singh mode and dance to 'Malhari' at the farewell."]

"Abey chup kar," Simran hissed. "Tension badh rahi hai!"

["Shut up! The tension is getting worse!"]

Noor rested her head in her hands. "Mujhe toh sirf thoda sa badla lena tha yaar, itni badi film ban gayi!"

["I just wanted a little revenge, man, but it turned into a full-blown movie!"]

Ayesha patted her back. "Chill kar, Noor. Tumhare talent ki duniya ko zaroorat hai. Yeh principal thodi na tumhara sparkle kam kar degi!"

["Chill, Noor. The world needs your talent. This principal can't dull your sparkle!"]

"Always remember a single sheet of paper can't decide your future meri jaan." Aryan said chuckling while patting Noor's shoulder.

["Always remember, a single sheet of paper can't decide your future, my dear."]

"Abee hatt" she said furiously.

["Get lost!" she said angrily.]

"A single sheet of paper can't decide my future,
but it can definitely decide my wedding date." She said nervously.

"Yeh sab kuch tumhari wajah se hua hai Aryan mein bata rahi hun tumne hi mujhe woh ganda sa letter likhne ka idea diya tha. Bada aaya IDEA dene wala." She said looking at him while acting like him.

["This is all your fault, Aryan! I'm telling you-you're the one who gave me that awful idea to write that dirty letter. Acting all innocent now, huh?]

"Haww, now you're putting a blame on me seriously noor, meine sirf idea diya tumhne likh diya. Aagar itna tha aapna dimag use karna tha na." Aryan said casually shrugging his shoulders off.

And Noor was about to held his hair in anger when simran and ayesha came in between to stop their fight.

"Pehle kaand saath mein karte ho phir ladayi, hum sab musibat mein hain. So behave wisely guys." Ayesha made them understand.

[First you create a scandal together, then you start fighting-guys, we're all in trouble, so please behave wisely now.]

"Mujhe dar hai agar suspension letter aa gaya, mere ghar wale toh mujhe bedakhal kar denge apni zameen jayedad se, phir main kiske tukdon par palungi." Noor said dramatically, almost crying while biting her nails.

[I'm scared that if a suspension letter comes, my family will disown me from their property and wealth. Then how will I survive, living off scraps?]

"Arey koi nahi, suspension aa raha hai toh aane do, chhuttiyan mil jaayengi! Aur waise bhi tum tension mat lo, main tumhe do waqt ki roti de dunga, itna toh main kar sakta hoon apni nalli dost ke liye." Aryan said dramatically, acting heroic.

[It's okay, let the suspension come, at least we'll get holidays! And anyway, don't worry, I'll feed you two meals a day, that's the least I can do for my useless best friend.]

"Tu toh nalla berozgar hai, lekin humein toh lene ke dene pad jaayenge! Tera kya, tu ab bhi kaunsa jhande gaadta phirta hai. Bas uss Tunu ke peeche ghoomta rehta hai!" Noor said, rolling her eyes in sarcasm.

[You're an unemployed useless fellow, but I'm the one who'll be in real trouble! As if you're achieving great things - you just keep running behind that Tunu!]

Tanya is a bestfriend of Anamika exactly like Anamika- mean, selfish, thinking herself as the "pooh" of the college.

"Heyy! Tunu ke baare mein kuch mat kehna!" Aryan said, pretending to be offended.

[Hey! Don't say anything about Tunu!]

"Main toh kahungi jab woh sabke baare mein betuki tipniyaan karti hai! Woh Tunu nahi, Tun Tun Mausi hai! Arey chhodo, usse kisi se compare karna bhi uski beizzati hogi. Tun Tun Mausi toh phir bhi laddoo deti thi Bheem ko, aur tujhe toh woh kutte waali peda giri bhi nahi deti! Bas bakwaas sunte rehna uss TTA ki!" Noor said in one go as she finally breathe after completing her words.

[I will say it! She comments uselessly on everyone! She's not Tunu, she's Tun Tun Mausi! Forget comparing her to anyone - that would be an insult to others. At least Tun Tun Mausi used to give laddoos to Bheem, and you don't even get that dog-level respect from her. Yet you keep listening to her nonsense from TTA!]

"TTA??" Aryan asked, confused)

"TikTok Aunty." Noor said while shrugging her shoulders.

Simran and Ayesha just sighed looking at both of them fighting.

"Hey Noor, what did you do this time?" She heard a voice from behind and it was her elder brother Neel.

"Bhai, I didn't do -" Before she could able to complete the principal office bell rang and they all lead towards the office.

"Mujhe lagta aab mere gharwale pakka meri shaadi karwa denge." she mumbled almost at the verge of crying thinking about the suspension letter.

[I think now my parents will marry me off for sure.]

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