"Sanvi & Ahaan: Just Friends... LOL, Sure."
Sanvi and Ahaan were now what you'd call soul-linked delinquents. Their friendship was so deep that if someone annoyed one of them, the other would instantly load the same roast like their brains were Wi-Fi connected. It was scary... and a little poetic.
Their dynamic duo energy had become legendary in the entire class. Even the teachers were like, "Yeah, yeah, they're just friends... until proven guilty." But they never said anything because, hey—no rules were technically broken.
But let's be honest—are they really just friends? Or is someone catching feelings like a cold during monsoon?
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Meanwhile, on a highly confidential phone call...
Sanvi: "Listen up, you uncultured donkey—I'm going home. If you even THINK of calling or texting me, I swear my parents will deport me to Mars and get you signed up for extra tuition in hell. Got it?"
Ahaan: "Perfect. If they kick you out, I'll just keep you at my place. Don't worry though—you won't stay for free. I'll make you EARN your keep. First job? Hand-washing my underwear. With love."
Sanvi: "I'm already dying from anxiety, okay?! I haven't even packed yet, and my military-grade parents could show up any second like the SWAT team!"
Ahaan: "Okay okay, soldier. Go. Be safe. Bye. Don't cry too much when you miss me."
Sanvi (teasingly): "Aww, how cute. I'll miss you too, loser. Try not to die of boredom without me!"
Ahaan: "Not happening. Now get lost. Bye!"
Sanvi: "Final bye!"
Suddenly, the soundtrack changes. A knock at the door. Dun dun DUN.
Sanvi's Mom: "Open the door, child! We're here!"
Sanvi's soul left her body. She needed at least 10 more minutes to pack. But forget packing—she still hadn't deleted her chats with Ahaan. Panic mode: ACTIVATED.
Meanwhile…
Mom (banging the door like it owes her money): "Are you asleep or in a coma?! OPEN UP!"
Sanvi: "Coming coming!"
She opened the door like a scene from a disaster movie.
Sanvi: "You didn't call before coming this early!"
Mom: "Am I a guest from Amazon that I need to confirm my arrival 10 times?! And what took you so long to open the gate?!"
Sanvi: "I was, um, changing clothes..."
Mom: "Hmph. Whatever. Is the packing done?"
Sanvi: "Almost! Just need 10 more minutes..."
Mom (eye-roll powered by rage): "We TOLD you last night we were coming. What have you been doing since then? Playing hopscotch in your dreams?"
Sanvi: "I was tired from class and fell asleep… woke up late!"
Mom: "No more stories! Finish packing. Your dad and the whole gang are waiting in the car."
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In the Car, Post-Packing Chaos...
Aaryan (bouncing in his seat like a puppy): "Hiiiii Sanvi di!!! I missed you SO MUCH. Guess what! I got 2nd place in the clay-making competition!"
Sanvi (patting his head): "Aww, my cutie! Only second? Why not first, huh?"
Aaryan: "Because my so-called 'best friend' STOLE my clay and made something better with it!"
Sanvi: "Traitor. But hey, second place is still great!"
Sanvi: "Aashvi, bet you were bored out of your mind without me, right?"
Aashvi: "EW, no. It was peaceful, like a personal vacation from your chaos. And now it's ruined. Again."
Dad (suddenly serious): "Enough jokes. Tell me—how's your studying going? No problems, right?"
Sanvi: "Nope! All good. All smooth!"
Mom (audibly snorting): "Yeah, why would there be any problems? You've got everything—money, freedom, luxury. What's missing? A yacht?"
Sanvi's face went from sunshine to thunderstorm. She didn't respond. Just leaned against the window like a Bollywood heroine in emotional damage.
Eventually, she fell asleep.
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Back Home – The Comeback Begins
Sanvi stepped inside and nostalgia hit her like a flying slipper. Everything looked the same… but her room now had suspicious vibes.
Aashvi (dramatic tone): "You think this is emotional? Wait till we go in your room. The real trauma's in there."
Sanvi: "Ugh, chill! Let me eat and rest first. We have the whole night to spill the tea."
Aashvi: "Fine, but don't blame me when you cry-laugh later."
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That Night – Two Sisters, One Bed, Infinite Gossip
Sanvi: "Okay, now tell me EVERYTHING I missed these past few months. I'm ready."
Aashvi: "Girl, my class isn't full of students—it's a traveling circus."
Sanvi: "Go on…"
Aashvi: "So two boys in my class suddenly broke into a romantic duet. Full-on 'holding hands', 'hand on waist' Bollywood dance. The class was hooting, whistling, clapping like it was India's Got Talent."
Sanvi: "I'm invested. Then?"
Aashvi: "Then BAM—Principal Sir enters like a twist villain. But plot twist—he just stood there... watching. No scolding. Just VIBING with the chaos."
Sanvi: "He didn't say anything?!"
Aashvi: "Nope. He just watched while the two guys were practically about to kiss. I swear, it looked like he was gonna bring out popcorn!"
Sanvi: "What happened next??"
Aashvi: "Then he snapped. He yelled—'Why stop here? Bring a band tomorrow and make it a musical! And the rest of you fools—get up NOW and run five laps around the ground. Then clean every weed and grass blade with your bare hands!'"
Sanvi: "OMG I CAN'T—"
Aashvi: "And before starting the cleaning duty, the entire class made sure to thoroughly beat those two Romeo-Juliets first."
Sanvi and Aashvi laughed until their stomachs hurt… and finally, they fell asleep with smiles on their faces.
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