The next day, Aarohi arrives at school with her usual energy, but there's a lingering curiosity about the lunch yesterday. Meera had gone off with Aryan, leaving Aarohi to fend for herself. She brushes it off, convincing herself that it doesn't matter.
But as soon as she enters the classroom, she sees them again—Meera and Aryan, sitting together, talking quietly. Aarohi's gaze narrows as she watches them, her thoughts racing. Why is she so interested in him?
The bell rings, and the class begins. During the lesson, Aarohi can't focus. Her thoughts keep drifting to Meera and Aryan. She catches glimpses of them talking, their voices soft, but she can't hear the words. What is going on?
Finally, when the bell rings for lunch, Aarohi decides to confront the situation head-on. She walks to the cafeteria, her stride purposeful. When she spots Meera and Aryan at their usual spot, she heads straight for them, leaning against the table.
"You guys seem... cozy," Aarohi says, her voice playful but with a hint of something else.
Meera looks up, surprised but smiles. "We were just talking. Aryan's cool to hang with."
Aarohi shrugs, but she can't hide the curiosity in her voice. "Yeah, sure. He's... okay."
Aryan, calm as ever, looks up at Aarohi with a slight smile. "You're Aarohi, right?"
Aarohi tilts her head, raising an eyebrow. "The one and only."
He chuckles softly, clearly unfazed. "I've heard a lot about you."