Your Heartbeat

Chapter - 36 Your Heartbeat

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The lab was suspiciously quiet.

Too quiet.

Which made sense—because only two people were in it: Aryan Mehra and Kritika Sharma. A disaster waiting to happen. Multiply by two.

"Okay, so what's our goal today?" Kritika asked, tying her lab coat like she was going to war.

Aryan scanned the instructions taped on the wall. "Observe bacteria. Label petri dishes. Don’t mess with chemicals. Blah blah. Basically, don’t be us."

Kritika smirked. "Sounds boring already."

"Then let’s un-bore it."

Those three words should’ve been illegal.

It started when Aryan found a container of blue powder labeled “Do Not Touch Without Gloves.”

He touched it.

Kritika, watching him barehand the suspicious powder, screamed, "DUDE! That's probably toxic!"

Aryan shrugged. “I’ve touched worse things. Remember your cooking during group study?”

Kritika threw a pipette at him. Missed.

Next, she leaned too close to the microscope and whacked her forehead on the eyepiece.

"Ow!" she hissed.

Aryan clapped. "Wow. You just invented lab head-butting."

She glared at him. “At least I wasn’t sniffing bacteria five minutes ago!”

“I was testing the vibe, Sharma!”

Then he spotted a small bottle labeled “Dilution required” and immediately poured the entire thing into a beaker without diluting it.

The liquid turned green. Then purple. Then started bubbling.

“Uhh... is that supposed to happen?” Kritika asked.

Aryan beamed. “It’s reacting to my energy.”

Kritika: “It’s reacting to your stupidity!”

BOOM!

The mixture fizzed and exploded into a tiny splat, hitting the ceiling like confetti.

Aryan and Kritika both ducked.

There was now a bright green splat mark dripping from the ceiling.

“I think we just created an alien species,” Aryan whispered.

Kritika stared at the mess, wide-eyed. “Do you smell... ketchup?”

“I think I burned my nose hairs.”

That’s when Kritika accidentally turned the gas knob on the burner... in the wrong direction.