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Sanvi had finally — and I mean finally — moved on from Abhishek. No more sad playlists. No more late-night crying. No more stalking his profile just to feel something.
And honestly? The whole healing arc was sponsored by Harsh — and a supportive environment that felt like the emotional Avengers came together for one mission: Get. Her. Over. That. Loser.
Meanwhile, Pranjal?
This dude was still acting like a loyal golden retriever in her DMs. Always online, replying within 0.0001 seconds, having those "non-stop deep convos at 11 PM" energy.
Sanvi started to feel weird. Like… Was he into her?
She raised an eyebrow, shrugged it off and thought,
"Why would a 7th grader fall in love with a 10th grader?"
And that… ladies and gentlemen, was her greatest miscalculation.
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Scene opens: Class 10, second period. Chaos. Laughter. Then—
Sanvi (yanking Harsh's hair like a Netflix villainess on her villain arc):
"If you ever call me 'Momo' again, I swear you'll leave this class bald!"
Harsh (howling in pain, clutching his head like he's in a telenovela):
"Okay okay! No more Momo! But how about… Mini Malaysia? Sounds international, right?"
Sanvi (pulling harder, with the rage of a thousand suns):
"You dense donkey! Why do you NEVER listen the first time?!"
Harsh (grinning through the pain):
"Well… you do look like a steamed momo. Puffy cheeks, soft face, eyebrows playing hide and seek… hehe."
Sanvi (smacks him so hard he sees next week):
"And you look like a discount Voldemort! Bald vibes, weird nose — what even are you?!"
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Cut to ~
The Entire Class, frozen. Watching this like it's the final scene of a K-drama.
Not a word. Not a breath. Just waiting for the confession that may or may not come.
Popcorn was the only thing missing.
Most of them already shipped these two like they were Ross and Rachel, minus the break.
And both Harsh and Sanvi knew it.
Did they care? Nope.
Too busy being in their own chaotic best-friends-to-maybe-lovers-but-denying-it universe.
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Sanvi (grinning, mock serious):
"Okay, fine. Spill it. Who's your crush? Don't act like you're the hottest thing in class."
Harsh:
"Alright alright… but don't judge me, okay?"
Sanvi:
"I swear I won't judge you… or your terrible taste."
Harsh:
"No no, not me. Just don't trash talk her. Especially when you people be out here saying 'I love you' in 24 hours and dragging people into long-distance relationships like it's Gmail login."
Sanvi (delivers a divine smack to the back of his head):
"Say one more word about him and I'll make sure you go bald faster than your Wi-Fi disconnects. Spill it."
Harsh (mumbles dramatically):
"…Pragya."
Sanvi (gasps like she just saw her ex with someone hotter):
"EEEEWWWWWWWWW!!!!"
Harsh (hurt, defeated):
"See? THIS is why I didn't want to say it!"
Sanvi (laughing so hard she almost cries):
"You're telling me, out of ALL the girls in this class — you fell for Queen Ego herself?! The one who walks around like her perfume is made of money and everyone else is just background noise?!"
Harsh:
"Okay okay, I know she's got issues. But maybe… she's different when you get to know her?"
Sanvi:
"Dude. No. Be honest. What's the real reason?"
Harsh (leans closer, like he's confessing a dark secret):
"…Her boobs. Perfect. Round. The curves? 10/10. I'm betting 36."
Sanvi (mouth wide open, full dramatic pause):
"You disgusting disciple of lust! You don't look at a person's curves — you look at their character!"
Harsh:
"Bro, I know that… but I want the whole package, okay?"
Sanvi (dead serious):
"I'm hotter than her, personality AND looks. Facts."
Harsh (shrugs):
"Sorry, but when it comes to boobs, she's got the upper hand."
Sanvi (SCREAMING):
"WAIT. You were checking out MY BOOBS too?!"
Harsh (laughing like a villain who's been caught mid-prank):
"Relax! I said pimples, not boobs! Chill, drama queen!"
Sanvi (gasps like she's been personally attacked):
"You mutt! For your information — I'm a size 32, okay? Yeah, maybe they're not huge, but they're flawless. No pimples. ZERO acne. Clear skin, baby!"
(dramatic hair flip)
"And let me educate you real quick — I've got medium-sized boobs, a snatched waist, and thick thighs that most people would KILL for.
Unlike your so-called 'crush'... and frankly, unlike most girls out there."
(cue background applause from the imaginary hype squad)

Harsh (throwing his hands up in surrender):
"Fighting with Miss Perfect is pointless. I accept defeat… once again."
Sanvi (grinning like the queen she is):
"I know. I'm always right. And obviously — beautiful. Hehehe."
(Cue freeze frame, narrator voice)
Narrator: "And that's how Sanvi won yet another argument — with confidence, curves, and chaos."
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