Authors POV ~
Today, the sun shone a little brighter, the birds chirped a bit louder, and Sanvi... Sanvi was floating on cloud nine. Why, you ask? Because today, she was escaping the prison known as school and heading straight to her Dadi's Kingdom. Freedom, finally!
No more alarms screaming at dawn. No more boring lectures. No more waking up like a zombie.
Now, it was time for sleep-ins, junk food, gossip, and that one thing no school could ever offer - pure, unfiltered cousin chaos. Even if it was just for a week, Sanvi was ready to live like a queen.
But then entered... Harsh the Horrible.
Sanvi (rolling eyes): "Can't this boy let me enjoy peace? Every day it's like a news bulletin-
'Today in class we did this, and oh the teachers are going crazy with homework!'
Bro, when I was in school, the teachers barely showed up. Now they've all turned into Oppenheimer of the blackboard."
And if Harsh was the background noise, Pranjal was the full-blown glitch in the matrix.
Sanvi (facepalming dramatically): "I mean... how can someone text so much? And why is he so curious about what I like? What kind of guys I like?? I swear he's acting like he's going to marry me off or something!"
(Whispers to herself): "Wait... what if this guy is planning to be the guy? Oof. Sanvi, girl, keep your chakras aligned."
And then - boom - a reel notification.
Pranjal had sent her something. She didn't even bother watching it at first. I just liked it. You know, basic politeness. But then she saw his message-
Pranjal: "Nothing serious, I just liked the vibe so I sent it."
Now, curiosity danced on her shoulders like a mischievous pixie.
"Fine," she sighed, "let me see what the big deal is..."
She tapped play - and bam!
A guy was singing on stage like it was his last breath. The lyrics hit her like a magical spell:

The song lyrics ~
It happened one day while I drifted in class,
Eyes half-shut, letting the lazy minutes pass.
Then she walked in - that tenth-grade queen,
Sat next to me, like a dream unseen.
One glance at her, my breath took flight,
The heart raced faster, the mind felt light.
I forgot my age, forgot my name,
An eighth-grade boy caught in love's sweet flame.
But even back then, I had some art,
Liked older girls, had a clever heart.
I wasn't loud, but my words would stay,
With meaning deep, in a quiet way.
........
Sanvi was hooked.
She watched it once.
Then again.
And again.
And maybe eight more times. Okay, maybe ten. Whatever. Who's counting?
The smile that danced on her lips said it all. She wasn't confused anymore. Something inside her had clicked.
Sanvi messaged back:
"Honestly, I liked the lyrics. And I feel like you're lowkey confessing something through this reel."
Pranjal (panic mode activated):
"Nooo no, not at all! I just liked the lyrics! Nothing personal!"
Sanvi (laughing but pretending to be chill):
"Okay okay, whatever. Not thinking too hard about it."
(Narrator: she was absolutely going to overthink this now.)
Then came the plot twist.
Pranjal: "Umm... can I ask you something? Please don't mind?"
Sanvi (curious goblin mode): "Sure, go ahead."
Pranjal: "Do you... watch porn?"
Sanvi (channeling her inner baddie goddess):
"Yeah, loads of times. Why? Got a problem?"
(A total lie. She just wanted to sound cool and mysterious.)
Pranjal (mind blown, soul exited the body):
"Wait WHAT?! You look so innocent though??"
Sanvi (evil grin level 100):
"Ever heard of 'Don't judge a book by its cover'? Sweetheart, it's always the cutest ones."
Pranjal (still recovering): "O-oh... okay. So you just watch or... you know... do stuff too? Like fingering or rubbing? Sorry if that was too much."
Sanvi (with full dramatic flair and a flick of invisible hair):
"Oh no baby, I don't do that... I use a vibrator. Full power mode. Once I turn it on, even my bed starts shaking like it's ascending to heaven. Took me 40 minutes to cum the first time."
(She was lying again. But hey, commitment to character is important.)
Message seen.
Silence.
Nothing from Pranjal.
Sanvi looked at her phone and burst out laughing, clutching her stomach like she'd just watched a stand-up show.
Sanvi (laughing to herself):
"Oh my god, I've traumatized this poor 7th-grade soul. He's never going to talk to me again. He'll probably avoid me in school too. Welp, anyway, time to pack. I've got a train to catch. His face tomorrow at school is going to be golden."
Meanwhile, somewhere far away, Pranjal's POV was having a romantic meltdown:
Pranjal (in his own dramatic monologue):
"Broooo I'm officially in love. Like- how is she so COOL?? She's into the same naughty stuff I am... and she's so chill about it! I can't hold this in anymore. I need to tell her. I need to TELL HER TODAY. Enough playing Mr. Nice Friend. If I wait longer, someone else will steal her!"
One hour later...
Pranjal: "Hey... can we talk? I really need to tell you something."
Sanvi (with raised eyebrows): "Umm... can we do that later? I'm heading to Siwan now. Didn't expect you to text again so soon, honestly."
Pranjal: "Oh... no worries. Can we talk tonight then?"
Sanvi: "Hmm maybe by 11 I'll be online. Okay then. Bye!"
Pranjal: "Okay, I'll wait. Safe journey!"
Sanvi: "As you wish. Bye."
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And with that, the next part of Sanvi & The Stunned Schoolboy was set to air -
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