Aadhya's POV
(Cham cham cham… cham cham cham… zulfon se baandh liya dil… seene se lag gaya dil… 🎶)
Yes.
I was literally singing in my head like some Bollywood heroine making a dramatic entry.
Full vibe.
Full energy.
Full main character moment.
And then—
Reality.
I stepped into the classroom.
Chaos—as usual.
But something felt… off.
Too quiet.
Too many eyes.
Every single person was staring at me like I just insulted their entire bloodline, ancestors included.
What?
What did I do now?!
Before I could even process it, one student came forward like some messenger of doom.
"Aadhya Verma and Vivaan Oberoi Windsor. To the principal office."
The way he said it—
Like we robbed a bank together.
Oh.
So today is the day.
Vivaan was already walking out like he owned the school.
Of course.
I looked at Avi—he gave me a small smile.
Then my eyes shifted to Nikansh.
And suddenly—
Our conversation flashed in my head.
"Can you take the blame?"
Yeah.
I was ready.
Or at least pretending to be.
I stood up.
Straightened myself.
And walked like a soldier heading to war.
Dramatic?
Yes.
Necessary?
Also yes.
We reached the door.
My soul left my body halfway.
"Bhagwan ji… aaj bacha lo, kal se main achhi bachchi ban jaungi," I prayed internally.
" You go ahead," I whispered.
"Tch," he said and walked in.
Traitor.
I took a deep breath.
And stepped inside.
Vivaan was already sitting in front of Mrs. Sharma.
I sat beside him quietly.
"Look at what you have done to our kids!" a bunch of aunties started.
Oh great.
Audience bhi aa gaya.
Section D mothers, I'm guessing.
Nice.
"Jay, tell me what happened," madam said.
Jay started like he was narrating a bedtime story.
"Mam, we were sitting in the auditorium when suddenly Aadhya came there. Then she suddenly punched us and then this Vivaan came there and started beating us, madam."
…
What in the fantasy novel?
I burst out laughing.
I couldn't help it.
Even Vivaan let out a small laugh.
Mrs. Sharma glared.
"Is something funny, Miss Aadhya?"
Oops.
"Sorry, ma'am," I said, instantly shutting up.
"See what they've done to our sons! You must expel them!" one mother shouted.
WHAT?!
Direct expulsion?
No trial?
No warning?
No trailer before full movie?
"Both of you call your parents," madam ordered.
Oh no.
No no no no.
I shook my head instantly.
I cannot call Amar bhaiyya.
I will be disowned before suspension.
Madam looked at Vivaan.
He just stared at the telephone.
No reaction.
Nothing.
Like he already knew this was coming.
"Then I'll have to expel both of you," she said seriously.
My heart dropped.
"Of course, I can't expel you, Miss Aadhya—you'll be suspended. But in case of Vivaan, expulsion is possible."
Wait.
What?
I turned to look at him.
Still no reaction.
Then why…
Why did he help me?
He knew this could happen.
Why would he still step in?
"Ma'am… what if Vivaan didn't do anything?" I spoke.
She frowned.
"Miss Aadhya, if you're trying to cover—"
"No, ma'am. What if he's actually innocent? I was the one who beat them up. They're just too shy to admit they lost to a girl. Vivaan came to stop me."
Silence.
Jay panicked.
"No ma'am she is lying!"
"And why would I lie?" I shot back.
"Because… because…" he stammered.
Exactly.
Say it.
Say you tried to hit me with a pipe.
Go on.
I smirked.
"Mr. Jay, is Aadhya the one who did this?" madam asked.
They exchanged looks.
Cornered.
"...Yes ma'am," they all nodded.
Checkmate.
"Alright. Miss Aadhya, call your guardian. I need to discuss your suspension."
Here we go.
I picked up the phone.
Dialed home.
Please masi pick up…
Please—
"Hello?"
Oh no.
Amar bhaiyya.
Game over.
"Bhaiyya… it's me. Aadhya."
"Yeah Adi, what's wrong?"
"…Bhai, can you come to school… please?"
Pause.
"What happened, Adi?"
Silence.
Then—
"Okay. I'm on my way."
That tone.
Disappointment.
Guilt hit harder than any slap.
I hung up slowly.
"He's coming," I said softly.
I glanced sideways.
Vivaan was looking at me.
Blank face.
No reaction.
And suddenly—
All my confidence disappeared.
Should I smile?
Act strong?
Say it's fine?
No.
I'm scared.
Like… actually scared.
We heard a knock.
Not the normal tap tap—no—this was the kind of knock that makes your soul sit straight and behave. The door opened, and there he was.
Oh god.
The very same person I had called ten minutes ago.
My Amar bhaiyya.
And wow… why does he look even more terrifying in real life than in my imagination? His aura literally entered the room before him. Even Mrs. Sharma—THE Mrs. Sharma—looked like she forgot how to blink for a second.
I gulped.
He didn't say anything at first. Just looked around slowly… first at the parents, then at madam… and then… at me.
Oh no.
Abort mission. Cancel life. Delete Aadhya Verma.
"These parents filed a complaint against them," madam said, trying to sound in control, but even her voice felt a little… smaller.
Bhaiyya's eyes didn't leave her. "Who are they complaining about. Aadhya or Vivaan?"
Wait.
He knows Vivaan?
I blinked.
Once.
Twice.
Okay hold on—why does everyone know everyone in this school?? Is this some secret rich-people networking club and I accidentally joined without membership?
I slowly turned my head toward Vivaan.
He avoided my gaze.
Excuse me?? Why are you acting like this is some emotional K-drama scene? Look at me.
"Miss Aadhya has taken the blame for Mr. Vivaan," madam added.
Wow madam. Straight betrayal. No build-up, no drama, just full exposure.
I mentally clutched my imaginary pearls.
Bhaiyya didn't react much. Just nodded slightly like he already expected this.
"I'll take responsibility for both of them," he said calmly.
…
WHAT.
BOTH??
My brain stopped working for a second.
Since when do I come with a free Vivaan combo pack??
Before I could even process this generous sponsorship—
"I don't need your help."
Vivaan stood up.
Oh.
His tone—cold. Sharp. Like someone just sliced the air in half.
"Besides, Aadhya is the only one with the case."
Excuse me???
ONLY ONE???
I stared at him, completely offended.
Sir???
Before anyone could say anything else, he just walked out.
Like that.
No drama. No explanation.