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The classroom buzzed with more than just colors and sketches-it was filled with the soft, invisible art of young love in the making.

On the other side of the room, Shree squinted at the half-finished chart in front of her, arms crossed.

"Bhaiya, ye heading ka font aapne kya likh diya? Ye to Doctor's prescription lag rahi hai," she commented, barely holding back a giggle.

Krishna glanced at her, unfazed.

"It's called cursive, madam. Art samajhne ke liye aankhon mein aesthetics hone chahiye."

Shree scoffed.

"Bhaiya, cursive aur confusing mein farak hota hai. Heading clean honi chahiye, not looking like ECG reports."

Krishna raised an eyebrow, "Toh tum bana lo phir heading. Waise bhi mujhe lagta hai tumhara handwriting chart ke paper se zyada artistic hai-ekdum abstract."

Everyone nearby chuckled.

Shree huffed dramatically but kept her tone in check,

"Aap mere handwriting pe mat jaaiye. At least mere letters alphabet lagte hain, na ki Egyptian hieroglyphs."

Raghav, sitting a few desks away, let out a groan and slapped his forehead.

"Mam ne dono ko sath betha diya,ab to bas ho gya kaam."

The rest of the group giggled, enjoying the usual Shree-Krishna banter.

Meanwhile, Siya sat beside Raghav, clutching a green sketch pen like it was a lifeline. He was way too close. His shoulder brushed hers occasionally, and every time it did, her heart skipped a beat.

"But they're kinda cute, no?" Siya whispered, trying to keep her smile hidden as she bent over her drawing.

Every time his hand moved to pick a crayon, hers froze mid-sketch.

She mentally scolded herself,

"Focus, Siya. Chart first. Crush later."

But then she heard him murmur,

"Yeh wala shade use karo, Siya... it suits your drawing."

Her hand trembled slightly as she picked up the color.

"Nope. Crush now, chart later."

On the opposite side, Sharvani was completely focused on symmetry and alignment.

"Laksh, clouds gol-gol nahi, thode aur realistic banao. Ye cartoon lag rahe hain."

Laksh, who was more interested in watching her concentrated expressions than clouds, chuckled.

"Haan boss, jaise aap bolein."

"Aur ye tree bhi... branches aur properly dikhao, mujhe kuch missing lag raha hai," she added, shifting the paper slightly.

Laksh mock saluted.

"Yes ma'am. Anything else?"

Sharvani didn't even look up.

"Jyada charm mat dikhana. Sketch the branch."

He smirked, obeying without another word.

As everyone engrossed in their work,the sound of shree and krishna bickering echoed in the room distracting everyone.The bickering between Shree and Krishna had become the background music of the classroom.

"I told you to make the heading bold, not italic! Tumne sab bigaad diya," Krishna said, arms crossed, frowning at the half-finished chart.

(You ruined everything)

Shree, who had been kneeling beside the table arranging cut-outs, looked up sharply.

"Excuse me? I didn't ruin anything, okay? Aap hi toh keh rahe the ki 'aesthetic touch dena chahiye'-ab main kya karoon agar aapko aesthetic ka matlab hi nahi pata!"

A few classmates snickered.

Krishna narrowed his eyes, walking closer.

"Toh theek hai, correct kar do na. Tumhe hi toh har kaam perfect karna aata hai, right?"

Shree stood up, dusting her skirt.

"Nahi! Aapne kiya hai, aap hi theek karo."

Krishna smirked, lowering his voice just enough so only she could hear.

"Kaamchor kahin ki..."

Her breath caught.

The word hit like a spark on dry wood.

Kaamchor.

That silly nickname her mother often teased her with at home-how on earth did he remember?

She stared at him, jaw clenched, lips slightly parted in disbelief.

Krishna's smirk deepened-he had hit the right nerve.

"Don't. Call. Me. That." Shree hissed under her breath, her tone low but lethal.

Everyone could sense the tension. Even Raghav facepalmed from across the table, muttering,

"Bas ab yeh dono shuru ho gaye..."

Still fuming, Shree grabbed the marker with force and started correcting the font on the chart.

Each letter she redid was like an angry sword stroke.

Krishna leaned on the table, watching her calmly with folded arms, a half-smile playing on his lips.

'Ziddi hai... but predictable. I know exactly how to push her buttons,' he thought.

A few minutes later, the room had quieted again as everyone got back to work.

Krishna was now fixing the broken scissors with Feviquick, brows furrowed in concentration.

"Shree... thoda pakdo na. Seedha rakhna hai, glue lagana hai."

Still annoyed, she muttered a sharp "Fine," and held the scissor parts in place.

But as Krishna tried to apply the glue carefully, a sudden jerk of his hand sent a drop of Feviquick spilling.

Straight onto their fingers,there was a brief silence.Both looked down slowly as their fingers... stuck.Quite literally glued together.

Shree's eyes widened.

Krishna blinked.

Then, as if on cue, both shouted in unison,

"What the-!!"

"Tum pakad rahi thi-"

"Aapne hi to bola tha,Main toh bas help kar rahi thi-"

Before their voices could rise further, Abha Ma'am walked in, stared at their tangled hands, and sighed.

"Ab kya kiya tum dono ne?"

Shree looked like she wanted the ground to swallow her.

Krishna casually held up their stuck hands.

"Accidental commitment, ma'am."

Abha Ma'am rolled her eyes.

"Go to the medical room. Ask the nurse for ice. Only that will separate this... ahem... 'accident.'"

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As they walked side-by-side through the corridor, still stuck together, Shree was burning with embarrassment.

From the side, it looked like they were... holding hands.

Worse, like a couple.

Every student they passed stared, snickered, whispered.

"Awwww..."

"Dekha? School me new couple"

Shree clenched her jaw, her cheeks burning a furious red.

Her heart thumped with embarrassment and an emotion she didn't want to name.

"This is so embarrassing... sab dekh rahe hain..." she muttered.

Krishna looked sideways at her-at her flushed face, fidgeting fingers, the way she avoided eye contact with everyone.

He leaned a little closer.

"You're walking with me like it's the end of the world. Relax. At least we don't have to hold a 'We're not dating' placard."

Shree shot him a deadly glare.

"Shut up. And yeh sab aapki wajah se hua hai."

"Really?"

They entered, and the nurse gave them a knowing look.

"Haan haan... pehla pyaar, Feviquick ke naam," she joked, handing them the ice bowl.

They sat in silence,As they're fingers still stuck.

Shree tried to look away, but her eyes kept flicking toward Krishna.

His hand was warm.

As his thumb accidentally brushed her, her stomach flipped.

She hated how her heart was acting-this wasn't supposed to happen.

But somewhere, in that silence, a strange peace existed too.

She wasn't sure if it was the ice soothing her skin...

or his presence soothing something deeper.

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The warm yellow lights of the Thakur villa bathed the evening in a golden glow. Laughter echoed in the background, mingling with the aroma of rich spices as the Suryawanshi and Gautami families stepped into the grand house.

Shree and Siya folded their hands and greeted the elders politely. Krishna's grandmother-wrapped in a soft cream-colored saree-blessed them all with a gentle smile, placing her hands lovingly on their heads.

Soon after, the youngsters excused themselves and made their way to the lawn. The night was calm, stars dotting the sky as fairy lights danced around the garden edges.

Shree and Siya quickly spotted Sharvani and Shakti near the swing and ran to join them, sharing hugs and squeals in excitement. Meanwhile, Raghav took Shiv to where Krishna, Laksh, and Siya were standing.

"Arre Shiv bhaiya! Aayiye aayiye," Krishna grinned, standing up to greet him, joined by Siya, Laksh, and Sharvani who echoed the word,

"Namaste Bhaiya!"

Just as Shiv was about to respond with a smile, Shakti turned to him with innocent excitement and chirped-

"Namaste Dev!"

Everything paused,All heads turned to her.

Shiv blinked. "Dev?"

Raghav narrowed his eyes playfully. "Dev??"

Laksh smirked. "Now that's new."

Sharvani and Siya looked at each other, eyebrows raised.

Krishna folded his arms. "Shakti dii why you call him Dev?"

Shakti's cheeks flushed pink as she covered half her face with her dupatta, her eyes shining with mischief.

"Bhaiya honge tumhare... mere to Saiyaan hai," she said softly, biting back a giggle.

(He might be brother to you guys... but to me, he's my beloved)

A beat of silence.

And then laughter exploded around them.

Sharvani playfully smacked Shakti's arm while Siya giggled uncontrollably. Laksh clutched his stomach, and Krishna almost choked on his own breath.

Even Raghav couldn't stop his loud chuckle.

But poor Shiv stood rooted, red creeping up to his ears.

"Shut up! I'm your professor," he said in embarrassment, trying hard not to smile, but the twitch on his lips gave him away.

Shakti just hummed, grinning to herself, while muttering under her breath,

"Professor to college me hai yahan thodi..."

(Professor at college... not here.)

Shiv shook his head at her antics.

The laughter gradually died down as the group settled comfortably in the soft lawn chairs and grass. A gentle breeze rustled the trees, and the distant hum of family chatter floated in from inside the villa.

Shiv finally composed himself, adjusting his specs and clearing his throat with a small smile.

"So... kaise chal rahi hai padhai?" he asked, his voice slipping back into its professor tone.

(So... how's your studying going?)

Shree groaned lightly, while Siya gave a tiny, polite smile. But before either of them could answer, Shakti scrunched her nose dramatically and leaned forward.

"Aap bhi na, Dev," she said, shaking her head teasingly. "Har waqt sirf padhai? Kabhi toh normal baatein kar liya kijiye!"

(Dev... always talking about studying? Can't we have a normal conversation for once?")

Everyone burst out laughing again at her innocent complaint.

"Wahi toh," Laksh agreed, nudging Shiv. "Kabhi romance, kabhi drama, kabhi gupshup... sab toh zaroori hai na bhaiyaa!"

(Exactly!)

(Romance, drama, gossip-those are important too, bhaiya!)

Bharat added with a grin, "Thoda balance hona chahiye, na bhaiya?"

(There has to be a little balance, right?)

Shiv sighed, holding back a smile. "Fine, fine. Aaj sirf dosti wali baatein."

(Fine, fine. Tonight, just friendly talk)

Shakti gave a proud nod as if she had won a battle and looked around. "Toh batao, Shree, Siya... Banaras mein Janmashtami ka celebration kaisa hota hai?"

(So tell me, Shree, Siya,how's Janmashtami celebrated here in Banaras?)

At the mention of the festival, Shree's eyes lit up.

"Arey wah, you asked at the right time," she said excitedly. "Agla hafta hi toh celebration hai. Har saal Suryawanshi Mansion mein Janmashtami bahut dhum-dham se hota hai. Mandir sajta hai, bhajan, ras-leela, aur sabse khaas-dance performance hoti hai."

(It's next week! Every year, we celebrate Janmashtami at the Suryawanshi mansion with full excitement. The temple gets decorated, there are bhajans, a ras-leela... and the best part-a dance performance.)

Siya nodded, her voice soft but equally excited. "Sab log milke perform karte hain. Ghar ke log bhi, aur hum friends bhi. Bahut maza aata hai."

(Everyone performs-family and friends. It's really fun.)

Sharvani and Shakti's faces lit up like diyas.

"Dance performance?! We're in!" they chorused, clapping their hands together.

Laksh chuckled. "Yeh dono toh taiyaar hi baithe the. Shree, get ready to choreograph something blast-worthy!"

(These two were already waiting for this.)

Krishna smirked, "Aur main judge banu kya?" he teased, earning a playful glare from Shree.

(And should I be the judge?)

Shakti leaned her head on Sharvani's shoulder and whispered, "Banaras is seriously growing on me."

Sharvani smiled, "Same, yaar. I never thought celebrations here could feel this personal."

Meanwhile, Shiv glanced at Shakti, who was beaming with childlike excitement, and for a moment, his professor mode faded completely. There was something about the way her energy lit up the night. He looked away quickly when she turned toward him.

"Dev?" she said sweetly, catching him off guard.

"Huh?"

"Aap bhi perform karenge na?" she asked, batting her lashes innocently.

(You'll perform too, right?)

He adjusted his glasses again, flustered. "Main? Nahin, bilkul nahi-"

(Me? No way. Definitely not-)

But her giggle cut him off.

Everyone was already imagining Shiv Suryawanshi doing a dance performance, and the laughter returned like a wave.

As the group continued their light-hearted banter and plans for Janmashtami, their attention was soon drawn to the soft thump of tiny footsteps approaching.

Revati came storming towards them with a slight pout, her tiny eyebrows furrowed and her arms tightly folded across her chest. Dressed in a pastel frock with two tiny braids swinging behind her, she looked adorably furious.

Without saying a word, she plopped herself beside Bharat, her little nose scrunched in annoyance.

Bharat raised a curious brow, "Revu? Kya hua, baccha? Aise muh kyun banaya hai?"

(Revu? What happened, sweetheart? Why that face?)

Revati glanced up at him, then turned away in exaggerated drama, her voice grumpy yet irresistibly cute.

"Bhaiya, baldev ne mujhe car nahi di... keh raha tha girls car nahi chalati... Hmph!"

(Brother,baldev didn't give me the car... said girls don't drive cars... Hmph!")

The youngsters instantly exchanged amused, wide-eyed glances.

Before anyone could react, Baldev,came running toward them, his small arms barely able to carry the army of toy cars he was holding.

His face was red-not with anger, but guilt. He stopped right in front of Revati and looked at her with the saddest puppy eyes.

"I'm chorry, Revu jaan..." he said in a wobbly voice, looking truly remorseful. "Main aisa nahi kehna chahta tha... main toh sirf keh raha tha ki... car ka corner lag jaata toh... tumhe chot lag jaati..."

(I'm chorry, Revu jaan..." he said in a wobbly voice, eyes pleading. "I didn't mean it like that... I just thought maybe the corner of the car could hurt you...)

The group burst into silent giggles, struggling to keep it in. Shree pressed her lips together while Sharvani dramatically held her chest.

Revati looked up at him, her pout still there but eyes softening.

"Please na... main chorry hoon... kitni bhi car le lo, jitni chahiye... main aur le aaunga. Bas gussa mat ho, Revu..."

(Please don't be mad I'm sorry... take any car, as many as you want! I'll bring more. Just don't be angry, Revu...)

She tilted her head with mock seriousness. "Fine. But agli baar aise mat bolna."

(Fine. But don't ever say that again.)

"Never! I swear!" Baldev said, immediately holding out his pinky finger for a promise.

Revati did her signature eye-roll, then nodded and touched his pinky. Baldev grinned widely, held her tiny hand, and led her away proudly like a true gentleman, saying, "Chalo, tumhe meri sabse tez wali car chalani hai."

(Come on! I'll let you drive the fastest car!)

The entire group stared at the scene with their jaws dropped and hearts melted.

Laksh blinked in disbelief. "Ye toh full-on filmy couple vibes de rahe hain..."

(They're giving full-on filmy couple vibes)

Siya added, chuckling, "Inki chemistry toh hum sabse strong hai."

(Their chemistry's better than all of ours combined)

Krishna muttered with a smile, "Ye to sabse aage hai..."

(They're way ahead of us.)

And amid the laughter, amusement, and surprised expressions, Shakti shook her head and laughed, "Yaha hamari lovestory start nhi huyi aur inki dekho to"

(Our love stories haven't even started yet... and look at them!)

They all burst into laughter when Arpita aunty called them for dinner.

"Bachcho, khaane par aao sab," she said warmly.

(Children, everyone come for dinner)

Obediently, the youngsters moved to the dining area, still giggling at the adorable drama of Revati and Balram. The long dining table was already filled with fragrant dishes-paneer butter masala, puris, pulao, chutneys, and sweets.

Everyone began taking their seats as elders chatted among themselves. Shakti, ever the helpful one, was assisting her mother and Arpita aunty in serving the food. Her dupatta tucked neatly, she gracefully walked over to the head of the table where Shiv sat.

As she reached him, she smiled and politely asked, "Paneer lenge ya gobhi?"

(Would you like paneer or cauliflower?)

Shiv, distracted by the warmth of the evening and the way Shakti looked in that baby pink suit, nodded faintly. "Paneer."

She gently served him, then began pouring water into his glass. But as she stood beside him, her gaze drifted toward his face-his slightly tired eyes, that serious professor-like aura mixed with innocence. She forgot to stop pouring. The water began spilling over the rim, trickling down onto the coaster, but Shakti didn't even notice.

Shiv looked down, mildly alarmed at first-then realized her eyes were fixed on him with the kind of softness that makes time stop.

A faint blush crept up his ears, and his cheeks turned a shade of pink that not even the red rose could compete with.

He softly held her wrist to stop her, his fingers barely brushing against her skin. "Shakti... glass bhar gaya hai. Focus on work instead of me," he whispered, his voice low and gentle.

(Shakti... the glass is already full. You should focus on the work instead of me)

Shakti jolted, blinking fast, suddenly realizing what just happened. "Oh-sorry!" she stuttered, placing the jug down in embarrassment. Her cheeks now matched the colour of her suit-flushed and warm.

The rest of the youngsters, who had witnessed the entire scene, were struggling not to burst out laughing.

Krishna raised a brow at Raghav. "Yeh scene toh next level tha."

(This scene was next level)

Even Shree, sitting beside Laksh, grinned while chewing her roti. "Shiv bhaiya dube pyaar me, chhapak!," she muttered.

(Shiv bhaiya is drowning in love,Splashh!!)

Shiv quickly looked down, clearing his throat and adjusting his glasses. Shakti, meanwhile, hurried away to serve the others, but her heart was thundering in her chest.

His voice... his hand... that gaze-everything was playing in loops in her head.

The dining room echoed with the clatter of spoons, laughter, and the warm chatter of the family. Plates were being refilled, bowls passed around, and glasses clinked gently with cold water being poured. The aroma of ghee and masalas floated in the air.

Shree, halfway through her meal, looked around for another puri. Her eyes landed on the last one in the big steel container sitting right at the center of the table, still warm and slightly puffed.

Just as her fingers stretched toward it, a hand darted forward - Krishna.

Their eyes met.

Their hands froze.

The battle had begun.

"Chhod do Shree, it's mine now." Krishna's voice was casual, but the mischief in his eyes gave him away as he started pulling the puri slowly toward his plate.

(Let it go, Shree. It's mine now)

Shree didn't back off. She narrowed her eyes, clutching her side of the puri. "Aap chhod dijiye, bhaiya. Pehle maine dekhi thi, toh ye meri huyi." Her voice was stubbornly sweet, but war had been declared.

(You let it go. I saw it first, so it's mine.)

Krishna grinned, tugging a little harder. "Par li toh maine na... toh ab ye meri huyi."

(But I grabbed it first. That means it's mine now)

The puri was now the unfortunate victim of a Tug of War: Family Dinner Edition.

Everyone on the table paused, their forks mid-air, eyes shifting from one face to the other in pure amusement.

Raghav tried not to laugh and ended up coughing into his napkin.

Sharvani whispered to Siya, "Puri ke liye World War 3."

(World war 3 for Puri)

Shakti and Shiv exchanged a glance-Shakti struggling to hold in her laugh while Shiv shook his head with a sigh.

"Chhod do na, Shree. De do usko. Tum pulao kha lo." Shree's mom spoke up, trying to maintain peace with a tired sigh.

(Just let him have it, Shree. Eat some pulao instead,)

But Krishna's mother joined in instantly, "Kanha, chhod de na beta. Bacchi ko khane de. Tu roti kha le."

(Kanha, let her have it. She's a child. You can eat roti.)

"Nahi-nahi bhabhi, Krishna kyun roti khayega? Shree hi kha legi na!" Shree's mother glared at her daughter mid-sentence,

(No, no bhabhi.Why should Krishna eat roti? Shree will eat it!)

But neither of the kids were in a mood to surrender.

The puri remained hostage between them-stretched, bent, on the verge of breaking.

"Krishna... chhodiye na!" Shree huffed, tugging a little harder.

(Krishna... let go!)

"Nahi! Pehle tumne li hoti toh main bhi chhod deta, par ab toh rules ke hisaab se yeh meri hai."

(No! If you had taken it first, I'd have left it. But now, by the rules, it's mine)

And then - crack

The poor puri, a true martyr of the evening, split right from the center-each of them holding one half in triumph and annoyance.

Shree glared daggers at Krishna, her lips pressed in frustration as she muttered under her breath " Loafer"

Krishna didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked and winked at her with a casual, "Fine, it's perfectly shared now "

The dinner continued, louder and warmer than before-with broken puris, stolen glances, and a whole lot of love.

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