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CHAPTER-38
Aditya returned from the kitchen quietly, and yet the silence that followed him was loud enough to make everyone look up. In his hand was a sleek white ceramic lunch box, minimal but elegant, like everything else in their rich household. It wasn't the box that made heads turn-it was the fact that he was holding it.
For a moment, nobody said anything. Raj, seated comfortably, arched his brow. Abhiraj exchanged a questioning glance with Rajwant. Rudra, who was leaning against the sofa arm, tilted his head with open suspicion. Reyansh paused mid-scroll on his phone. Avinash's jaw nearly dropped.
But Ayaan's reaction was the sharpest-he shot up from the couch, as if the sight had jolted him awake from a nap. His phone dangled loosely from his fingers, his mouth slightly open.
Aditya's steps were unhurried but reluctant, like every part of him was second-guessing this decision. When he reached Alia, who stood nervously near Rivaan, he placed the box carefully on the glass table between them.
"This is for you," he said gruffly, eyes fixed anywhere but on her face.
Alia blinked, unsure she'd heard him right. "For... me?"
Aditya's throat bobbed as he gave a small nod. "It's your first day. You'll need something proper to eat."
"You... cooked?" Rudra blurted, disbelief dripping from every syllable.
Aditya shot him a glare. "Don't act like I'm incapable. I know how to cook."
But his defensiveness only made the shock sharper. The entire family knew the truth: Aditya did know how to cook. In fact, years ago, he had been the best of them. His food wasn't just meals-it carried warmth, a kind of silent care he never showed in words. And then, suddenly, one day, he stopped. He hadn't touched a stove for years.
Alia hesitated, fingers brushing the edge of the box as if it might vanish. She whispered, "You made this... for me?"
"Yes," Aditya muttered, rubbing the back of his neck, his gaze still sliding away. "Don't make it a big deal. Just... eat it. That's all."
The room fell so quiet that Alia could hear her own heartbeat.
And then, a small, shaky breath broke the silence.
It was Ayaan.
Everyone turned. His phone had slipped from his hands and landed on the couch, forgotten. His eyes glistened unnaturally, his lips trembling as if he wanted to speak but couldn't. For once, the boy who always had something witty to say was utterly speechless.
"Ayaan?" Aditya asked, confused, his brows furrowing.
"Bhai..." Ayaan's voice cracked, breaking through the stillness. His words were soft, but heavy, carrying years of something unsaid. "You... cooked?"
The rawness in his tone shook the room.
Aditya stiffened, his chest tightening. He turned fully to face his younger brother. His eyes lingered on the tears threatening to spill, and for a second, his mask of control faltered.
Wordlessly, Aditya reached behind him and pulled out another identical ceramic box. He stepped forward and pressed it into Ayaan's hands. "I made yours too."
Ayaan's breath hitched. His fingers clutched the box like it was fragile, like it might break if he held it too tightly. A sound escaped his throat-a small, broken whimper that made everyone freeze.
And then he moved.
With one desperate motion, Ayaan dropped the lunch box safely onto the sofa and threw his arms around Aditya. His face buried against his brother's shoulder, his body shaking. "Bhai..." he choked, voice muffled but drenched in emotion. "You don't know... how much I missed this. How much I missed you."
It was the sight no one thought they'd see-Ayaan, loud, mischievous, endlessly confident Ayaan-crying. Not silently, not trying to hide it, but openly, shamelessly, like a child who had been holding in years of hurt.
Aditya froze at first, arms stiff at his sides. But as Ayaan's sobs grew heavier, as his shoulders trembled against him, Aditya's hand finally rose. Slowly, almost uncertainly, he placed it on the back of Ayaan's head, pulling him closer. His chin rested lightly against his brother's hair.
"I know," he whispered, his voice so low it was almost lost. His other hand pressed against Ayaan's back. "I know, Ayaan. I'm sorry."
No one moved.
Rajwant's eyes glistened, his throat working as he struggled to hold back his tears. He'd always believed his boys would find their way back to each other, but seeing it-the raw bond, the unspoken pain-was almost too much to bear. His voice broke as he murmured, "My sons... finally."
Abhiraj, normally stoic, turned his face slightly, blinking faster than usual. Raj cleared his throat loudly, as though pretending to adjust his seat, though the glassiness in his eyes betrayed him.
Rudra opened his mouth to say something teasing but shut it again almost immediately, his lips pressing together. Avinash shifted uncomfortably, clearly moved but unsure how to express it. Reyansh just watched, unreadable, though his jaw had clenched tightly-his way of keeping his emotions in check. Rivaan, beside Alia, slid a hand into his pocket, eyes dropping, quietly respectful of the moment.
And Alia... Alia was stunned. She had never seen Ayaan cry. Ever. He was the boy who teased her mercilessly, who always wore a cocky smile. She hadn't thought he was capable of breaking like this. The sight of him sobbing into Aditya's shoulder, clinging to his brother like he was afraid to lose him again, shook her more than she could admit.
Her small hands curled into fists at her sides, her own chest tightening. She didn't understand the whole story-why Aditya had stopped cooking, why Ayaan's reaction was so strong-but she knew she was witnessing something fragile, something sacred.
And as the room stayed silent, with only the sound of Ayaan's cries and Aditya's soft words, she realized that sometimes healing didn't come from grand speeches or promises. Sometimes, it came from the simple act of a brother cooking a meal.
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Aditya cleared his throat after a long silence, pulling himself gently out of Ayaan's hug. He gave his younger brother's shoulder a squeeze before straightening up. His voice was steady again, calm but carrying a warmth none of them missed.
"Bas... enough rona-dhona," he said firmly, glancing at both Ayaan and Alia. "If we don't hurry now, tum dono first day pe hi late ho jaoge. And I am not letting that happen."
Ayaan sniffed, wiping his eyes quickly with the back of his hand, trying to pretend he wasn't still trembling. He muttered, "Fine, bhai. But this is your fault. You had to go all filmy today."
That earned a few chuckles around the room, lightening the heavy air.
Alia, who had been watching quietly, finally gathered courage. She stepped forward, her small hands twisting nervously at her sides. For a moment, she hesitated-then she wrapped her arms around Aditya's middle.
It was soft, tentative, almost unsure. But the gratitude in her touch was clear. Her voice was muffled against his shirt as she whispered, "Thank you... for this."
Aditya froze for a second. He wasn't used to Alia's affection-not like Rudra, who had her trust from the beginning. But then his lips curved into the faintest smile. He bent slightly, one hand reaching up to rest gently on her head. His palm was broad and steady as he patted her hair, smoothing it down.
"Anything for you, my doll," he said quietly, almost instinctively.
The word doll slipped out before he could think. But as soon as he said it, Alia stilled. Her eyes widened slightly, then softened. A new name. A new bond. A new brother who claimed her in his own way.
She leaned back to look at him, a shy smile tugging at her lips. A new nickname from a new brother, she thought, heart fluttering with an unfamiliar warmth.
Rivaan, standing nearby, raised an eyebrow at the nickname but said nothing. Reyansh gave a tiny smirk, hiding his approval. Rajwant's chest swelled with silent pride-another step toward his children becoming whole again.
"Alright," Raj clapped his hands, standing. "Time to leave. Let's go, warna poora Oberoi khandaan ke saath school entry ka world record ban jaayega."
That broke the tension, and laughter rippled through the room.
Still, nobody made an effort to not go. In fact, within minutes, the entire family was gathered by the door-Rajwant, Abhiraj, Raj, Anjali, Aakriti, and the six brothers, all ready to pile into cars as though they were heading to some grand occasion rather than just dropping two kids to school.
Alia stood in the middle of the chaos, clutching her bag straps, staring in disbelief. "You all... are coming? With us?"
Avinash said " Yuppp!! And we are not changing our decision...
The Oberoi SUVs gleamed in the morning sun as they came to a smooth stop near the main entrance of Elysium Heights International School. The sprawling campus stretched endlessly in front of them, marble paths glinting, manicured gardens on either side, and fountains spraying delicate arcs of water that caught the sunlight like scattered diamonds. Alia's eyes widened, her small hands gripping her bag straps tightly. She had never seen a school like this-so grand, so precise, so alive with an air of quiet authority.
The family stepped out of the cars one by one. Rajwant's tall, commanding presence drew immediate attention. Abhiraj followed, composed and poised. Raj, with his quiet confidence, scanned the campus like he already owned it. The brothers-Abhimanyu, Reyansh, Rivaan, Avinash, Aditya, Rudra, and Ayaan-exited gracefully, each radiating power in their own distinct way.
Alia instinctively stayed close to Rivaan, whose reassuring hand on hers grounded her amidst the overwhelming grandeur. But it was Ayaan, standing beside her with an easy familiarity, who made her feel that she wasn't entirely alone in this alien world. He had been here since the beginning, knew every corner of this school, and now his presence acted like a tether for her nerves.
The principal, sharp and efficient, hurried toward them, heels clicking decisively on the marble. "Good morning! Welcome, Oberois!" Her tone was a blend of respect and warmth. She extended her hand first toward Abhimanyu. "It's an honor to have you here, sir, and the rest of your family as well."
Abhimanyu nodded politely, his measured tone carrying authority. "Thank you. Alia will be starting here today."
The principal's eyes softened as they turned to Alia. "Ah, yes, Miss Alia. We've heard so much about you. We're delighted to have you join Elysium Heights. We'll have someone show you around before classes begin."
Alia's lips parted in silent awe. The fountains, statues, marble walkways, and glass buildings made her feel small, almost fragile. But she clung to Rivaan's hand and stole a glance at Ayaan, whose calm, familiar presence gave her courage.
After brief introductions, the principal stepped aside to let Alia and Ayaan move toward the school's main gates. The Oberois-her family-gathered together, creating a wall of protection and pride behind her.
Alia turned to each of them before stepping forward. Her small frame moved quickly, hugging Rajwant first. "Baba," she whispered, holding him tightly. He patted her back, murmuring reassurance as his strong arms encircled her.
Then she hugged Abhiraj, squeezing him so tightly that he chuckled softly, ruffling her hair. Raj smiled at her shy embrace, brushing his hand gently over her shoulder. Abhimanyu bent down slightly, resting a hand on her head and ruffling her hair with the faintest smirk. Reyansh gave her a rare, warm smile, letting her lean against his chest for a moment. Rivaan simply held out his arms, letting her rest comfortably in his embrace, his quiet presence giving her a sense of security.
Even the younger brothers, Avinash and Aditya, allowed themselves small smiles as she hugged them briefly. Rudra, standing a little apart, offered a soft nod and a warm look that said, I'm here for you too.
Finally, Alia stepped back, brushing tears from her cheeks. Her eyes shone with gratitude and nervous excitement. She took a deep breath as Ayaan stepped forward, holding out his hands to her.
"Ready?" he asked softly.
Alia nodded, placing her small hands in his. He led her confidently toward the entrance of the school, his presence firm but gentle. Every step felt like a new adventure. The towering doors, the pristine floors, and the organized corridors of students in uniforms made her heart beat faster. It was awe, nervousness, and curiosity all rolled into one.
The family remained outside, standing together in a protective cluster. Rajwant's arms were crossed, yet his eyes followed Alia every step of the way. Abhiraj's calm composure was contrasted by the faint twitch of anticipation in his shoulders. Raj, ever observant, scanned the area, ensuring nothing would disturb her path.
The brothers whispered amongst themselves occasionally, small smiles forming as they watched their little sister step into a world so new. Rivaan's hand absentmindedly rested on the hilt of the bag he had prepared for her, ensuring everything was perfect even now.
Even Ayaan, usually unflappable, glanced back once to make sure the entire family was still there, silently grateful for the fortress of love surrounding him.
Finally, Alia disappeared through the doors, and the family remained in the driveway for a moment longer, watching as the massive glass doors closed behind her. Rajwant's lips curved into a proud smile. "She's ready," he murmured, almost to himself.
Anjali leaned slightly on Aakriti's shoulder, smirking, whispering softly, "Looks like our little girl is about to conquer the world."
The Oberois, all of them-majestic, intimidating, and yet utterly human-shared a quiet moment of pride, waiting together until she was safely inside, her tiny figure swallowed by the grandeur of Elysium Heights International School.
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Ayaan held Alia's small hands in his, guiding her confidently through the towering glass doors of Elysium Heights International School. The moment they stepped inside, the polished floors reflected the sunlight streaming through the high windows, casting long patterns across the pristine marble. Students walking through the hallways froze mid-step, their chatter faltering into whispers and curious glances.
Alia felt her cheeks heat up as dozens of eyes turned toward them. She tried to shrink slightly, but Ayaan's grip was gentle yet firm, grounding her. Every step he took seemed to radiate confidence, and every student seemed to instinctively recognize his presence.
Girls whispered behind their hands, casting side glances at her. "Is that... Ayaan Oberoi?" "Who is that girl holding his hand?" A few even muttered, "He's smiling... and it looks like he's actually... nice?"
Alia's heart thumped loudly. She had never experienced this level of attention before. The stares, the awe, the subtle gasps-it was overwhelming, yet strange comfort came from knowing Ayaan's hand was steady on hers.
For a moment, she couldn't help but study him. Ayaan, the basketball captain of their school, was tall, lean, and effortlessly charming. His dark hair fell slightly into his eyes, and his smile, that rare, genuine smile, sent whispers across the hall. He had a presence that demanded attention-not in a loud or brash way, but in the quiet kind of respect that made everyone take notice.
"Keep close," he said softly, leaning slightly to let his voice brush against her ear. "Don't worry. I've got you."
Alia nodded, her small hands tightening around his. She was comforted by the warmth of his tone, the way he walked with her confidently, like the school-and everything in it-belonged to him. And perhaps, in a way, it did.
Meanwhile, the other students couldn't help but take note. Whispers flew across the hall. Girls nudged each other, giggling nervously. "Oh my God, he's holding her hand!" "She's so small... and cute... and he's smiling at her?!" A few of the boys muttered under their breath, clearly envious.
Alia's eyes darted around, drinking in the opulence of the school. Towering bookshelves lined some corridors; a glass-walled atrium opened into the main hall, where students congregated for morning announcements. Modern art installations punctuated the hallways, blending with greenery from indoor plants in sleek pots. She had never been somewhere so meticulously designed. Everything shimmered with wealth, status, and prestige.
But all of it-every polished surface, every marble step-paled in comparison to the presence of Ayaan Oberoi beside her. He moved with that rare combination of casual grace and authority that made people pay attention. And Alia couldn't help but feel a small thrill-she was walking next to someone the entire school admired, feared, and secretly adored.
"Don't mind them," Ayaan said softly, glancing toward the murmuring crowd. "They're just... curious. Happens every year."
Alia gave a small, uncertain laugh. "They look... impressed."
Ayaan's smile widened slightly, teasing but kind. "Jealous, actually. Mostly the girls. And a few of the guys, but mostly girls." He chuckled lightly. "Don't worry. They'll forget you exist in a few minutes... or maybe not. Depends on how much you smile at me."
Alia's cheeks flushed crimson. She averted her eyes, tugging slightly at the strap of her bag. The attention was too much. Yet there was something comforting about the way Ayaan moved beside her, protective and unbothered by the stares.
They reached a quieter hallway, where students' whispers trailed off as the two of them passed. Yet even here, Alia could feel the tension, the subtle awareness of her presence. Who is this girl brave enough to hold Ayaan Oberoi's hand?
Ayaan led her to a bench near the school's grand staircase. "Sit here for a moment," he said, letting go of her hand gently but still keeping a protective presence beside her. "I'll explain how things work around here."
Alia perched on the edge of the bench, legs swinging slightly, her heart still pounding. She watched the students around them, noticing the subtle hierarchy of glances, nods, and whispers.
"You'll notice," Ayaan began, leaning casually against the railing, "people tend to recognize certain families. And..." He hesitated, a small smirk tugging at his lips, "some of us are... notorious."
Alia tilted her head, curious. "Notorious?"
He chuckled. "Yes. People either love us... or pretend to hate us. Mostly for reputation. You'll figure it out. Just... don't get caught up in it. Just be you, and everything else... is noise."
Alia nodded slowly. She had never been in a place like this before-so much wealth, so much status, so many eyes watching-but Ayaan's calm presence made her feel like she could breathe.
A group of students passed by, casting envious glances, whispering in low voices. Alia noticed one boy, a tall, broad-shouldered athlete, shoot Ayaan a glare before smirking and walking away. Clearly, a rival. She had heard whispers about him and his group in passing-someone else equally popular, equally charming, equally a challenge to Ayaan's reputation. The tension between them was palpable, and it made Ayaan's calmness even more impressive.
"You see that?" Ayaan asked, nodding subtly toward the rival. "Family rivalry, school rivalry... basketball rivalry. That one? He thinks he's the king here. Doesn't know I was born for this."
Alia laughed quietly, her nervousness easing. "You make it sound... exciting."
Ayaan smiled. "It is exciting. But it's also exhausting. Don't worry, you won't have to deal with that today. Just... follow my lead.""Stay away from that group of boys"He pointed at a group of boys
Looking the same age as him
She saw there faces....
But one boy's face was not clearly seen.
Alia nodded, feeling a small thrill of confidence. With Ayaan by her side, even the grandest, most intimidating school in India seemed... manageable.
And as they walked further down the hallway, Alia realized something new: for the first time, she wasn't just a scared girl stepping into a world too big for her. She was Alia Oberoi, walking hand in hand with someone who had her back-a brother, a protector, and perhaps, one of the few people who could make this intimidating world feel a little more like home.
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Ayaan led Alia down the wide, polished hallway, his hand wrapped firmly around hers. The sunlight streamed through the tall windows, bouncing off the marble floor and making the space gleam. Alia's heart raced. Every step felt heavier than the last, her small hands twisting nervously in her bag straps.
"Where do you want to sit?" Ayaan asked, his voice soft, carrying a hint of concern.
"The last bench," Alia whispered, glancing up at him.
Ayaan frowned slightly, but there was understanding in his eyes. She didn't want attention. She wanted to disappear into the background. Normally, she excelled and topped classes-but she wasn't ready for that spotlight yet.
"Alright," he said gently. "We'll find a spot that's comfortable. Safe. You won't be disturbed."
The classroom door loomed ahead. As they pushed it open, the chatter inside came to an abrupt halt. Every head turned instinctively toward Ayaan.
Alia's cheeks flushed. She hadn't realized how much power his presence carried. Ayaan Oberoi had walked into a room, and suddenly everyone seemed smaller, quieter, and attentive.
A few boys glanced at her curiously, but Ayaan's sharp gaze caught theirs. They swallowed nervously and looked away. Ayaan's protective energy made it clear: no one dared challenge her while he was around.
Alia's heart pounded as she scanned the room. Some of the girls whispered, their expressions tight with jealousy.
"Who is she?" one hissed under her breath.
"Why is Ayaan giving her attention?" another muttered, glaring.
Alia felt a pang of guilt and unease. She hadn't wanted to be the center of attention. She just wanted to survive her first day.
Ayaan guided her to a quiet corner at the back, a bench that allowed her to see the board without being directly in anyone's line of sight.
"This will do," he murmured. "You can see everything, and no one will bother you here."
Alia nodded, trying to calm her racing thoughts. Her small fingers gripped the bag strap tighter, but Ayaan crouched slightly to meet her eyes.
"If you need anything," he said softly, "call me. Anytime. I'll come."
Alia's lips quivered as tears threatened. "Thank you... Bhai," she whispered.
Ayaan smiled, brushing a stray strand of hair from her face. Then, in a rare, tender gesture, he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
"Don't worry... you'll do great," he said.
Alia blinked, her chest swelling with courage. For the first time since stepping into this massive, intimidating school, she felt a flicker of confidence.
Ayaan straightened and moved toward the front of the classroom, leaving her at her spot. Yet even at a distance, his presence seemed to shield her from the curious, jealous stares.
The whispers continued, though, and Alia couldn't ignore them. A few girls exchanged tight glances, clearly envious.
"He's smiling at her like that?" one muttered, frowning.
"She's just a tiny girl... how dare she get his attention?" another whispered, voice sharp.
Alia's ears burned. She kept her head down, focusing on her bag and the bench, trying not to let the stares overwhelm her.
Meanwhile, the boys were equally fascinated, though in a quieter way. Some tried to act indifferent, but their curiosity was obvious. Every subtle glance at Ayaan and Alia's pair made them shift nervously in their seats.
Ayaan, noticing a few wandering eyes, gave one of the bigger boys a pointed glare. The boy froze, gulped, and sat straighter, avoiding both of their eyes.
Alia glanced up at him, her heart skipping a beat. He was looking out for her, silently saying: You're safe. Don't worry about them.
The classroom itself was modern and imposing. Large windows let in sunlight that warmed the polished wooden desks. A row of smartboards lined the walls, and soft air conditioning kept the room comfortable. Despite the grandeur, Alia felt like a tiny fish in a massive aquarium.
But Ayaan's presence changed everything. She wasn't invisible anymore. She wasn't just another student among many. She had a protector, a guide, someone who made the entire environment feel manageable.
Ayaan crouched slightly beside her again, leaning close enough that only she could hear.
"Most people here don't know you yet," he said softly. "That's good. It means you can settle in at your own pace. You won't have to prove anything today. Just... be yourself."
Alia nodded, swallowing nervously. She had been so careful her whole life, watching, calculating, hiding her fears. But with Ayaan by her side, she felt she could finally breathe.
He gave her a reassuring smile before standing straight again, scanning the room. The whispers continued, some of jealousy, some of awe. But Ayaan's aura silenced the worst of it.
Finally, he leaned slightly forward, brushing her shoulder gently.
"Don't worry," he repeated. "You'll do amazing today."
Alia smiled shyly, a small sense of pride bubbling up. "I... I'll try, Bhai," she whispered.
Ayaan's eyes softened. "That's all I ask," he said. Then he stepped back toward the front, ready to let her begin her first day while keeping a watchful eye on her.
Alia sat up straighter. Her small hands gripped her bag tightly, but now with determination. She was ready, even with all the jealous glances, whispers, and new faces.
The first day at Elysium Heights International School had begun, and Alia felt... protected, brave, and strangely excited for the first time in her life.
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Alia sat quietly, her bag by her side, her notebook untouched in front of her. The moment Ayaan left, her courage seemed to slip away too. She curled her fingers together, hiding them under the desk so no one would see how badly they were shaking.
The classroom felt too loud, too alive. Girls were giggling in one corner, a group of boys were tossing a paper ball across the room, and the rest were busy chatting in their tight-knit groups. Everyone seemed to belong. Everyone except her.
She bent her head lower, hoping to disappear into the wood of her desk. If she made herself small enough, maybe no one would notice her.
But fate never let her stay invisible for long.
A sharp thud made her flinch. Her bag slid off the bench with a harsh kick, landing on the floor with a slap that echoed far louder than it should have. Her water bottle rolled away, pens scattered, and books spilled open, their pages crumpling.
Laughter erupted instantly.
"Oops!" a boy's mocking voice came from behind her. He didn't even try to sound apologetic. "My foot slipped."
More laughter followed, joined by smirks and half-hidden grins. Alia's throat went dry. She bent down quickly, her hands trembling as she scrambled to gather her things before the humiliation could last longer. Her vision blurred with tears she refused to let fall. Not here. Not now.
But before she could pick everything up, another hand reached down.
Long fingers picked up her bottle, dusted it, and placed it gently back on the desk. A delicate bracelet slid down the wrist as the girl knelt to collect Alia's pens, stacking them neatly.
Alia's eyes lifted hesitantly.
The girl kneeling beside her was tall, strikingly beautiful. Her uniform fit perfectly, her sleek ponytail pulled back without a strand out of place, her eyeliner sharp enough to cut glass. She moved with a confidence that silenced the air around her, like she belonged everywhere she stepped.
The girl handed Alia the last notebook. "Here."
Alia blinked, whispering, "T-thank you."
The girl didn't answer. She rose to her full height, and the room seemed to tilt around her presence. Every giggle, every whisper died the moment her gaze locked on the boy who had kicked the bag.
She walked up to him slowly, her shoes clicking against the tiles. The smirk on his face faltered the closer she got. By the time she leaned down, his laughter had already died in his throat.
Her voice was calm, almost casual, but every word sliced through the silence.
"Do that again," she said, her eyes cold, "and you might not see tomorrow."
The boy froze. His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. The group around him shifted uncomfortably, glancing at one another, none daring to say a word.
The girl straightened, flipped her ponytail back, and walked away as if nothing had happened. She didn't even wait for him to respond.
Alia's eyes widened. She had never seen anyone talk like that. Fearless. Direct. Like she had all the power in the world and didn't care who knew it.
The girl sat down casually beside her, as if the seat had always belonged to her. She leaned back in her chair, resting one arm along the desk, her movements relaxed, effortless.
Alia still stared at her, speechless.
The girl glanced at her, arching an eyebrow. "Ignore idiots like him. They think being loud makes them important."
Alia lowered her gaze. "...I-I didn't do anything."
"Exactly." The girl smirked faintly. "And that scares them. They want a reaction. You didn't give one. That's worse for them than anything I could've said."
Alia's lips parted, but no sound came out. In her old school, silence had made her a target. Here, this girl made it sound like a weapon.
As if reading her thoughts, the girl softened slightly. She leaned closer, lowering her voice so only Alia could hear. "Don't bend your head down like you're guilty. You weren't wrong. They were."
Something in her tone-firm yet strangely reassuring-made Alia's chest ache. She wasn't used to someone defending her. Not at school. Not like this.
Whispers had already started spreading across the classroom. Girls leaned towards each other, whispering furiously.
"Who is she? Why's Meher sitting with her?"
"First day and she already got Meher's attention..."
"Lucky. Or maybe unlucky."
Boys, on the other hand, avoided looking directly at Alia now. Their earlier boldness had disappeared the second Meher opened her mouth.
Meher noticed the whispers but didn't bother addressing them. She just stretched her legs under the desk and said, almost lazily, "Name?"
Alia blinked. "Alia."
"Alia," she repeated, testing the name on her tongue. Then she nodded. "Pretty. I'm Meher. Class topper, basketball vice-captain, and now your bench partner. Don't worry, I don't snore in class."
Alia blinked, unsure if that was a joke. But the corner of her lips lifted into the tiniest smile.
Meher noticed. She leaned back with a satisfied grin. "That's better. Keep smiling. You'll need it."
For the first time that morning, Alia felt the weight on her chest lighten-just a little.
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For a moment, they both sat in silence, the chatter of the classroom slowly filling the background again. Then Meher leaned forward on her elbows.
"So... you're new here? Which class did you transfer from?"
Alia hesitated. "I studied in a regular school before this. Smaller... nothing like this." Her eyes flickered around the glossy classroom walls and the perfectly polished desks. "Honestly, this place feels more like a palace than a school."
Meher chuckled. "You're not wrong. Half the kids here behave like royalty too."
Alia giggled softly, the sound surprising even herself. It felt strange-laughing in a place where she had expected to feel completely out of place.
Meher's smile grew at that. "I like that laugh. You'll need it here."
Alia ducked her head, cheeks warm. Then, almost without thinking, she asked, "What about you? Have you always been here?"
Meher nodded. "Yeah. Since kindergarten. My parents put me here because my brother studied here too." Her tone softened when she added, "He's older than me-two years older. He's in 12th now."
Alia's eyes brightened. "You have a brother?"
"Yeah." Meher's lips curved into a fond smile. "Annoying most of the time, but protective as hell. If he knew what just happened here, that boy would already be crying for mercy."
Alia's chest tightened at the thought. "You're lucky," she whispered before she could stop herself.
Meher tilted her head. "What about you? Any siblings?"
Alia hesitated. The safe answer was on her tongue, but then she remembered how the whole family had dropped her off together, how they had hugged her, how Aditya had even cooked after years. A small smile tugged at her lips.
"I have... seven brothers," she admitted softly.
Meher nearly choked on her water bottle. "Seven?! You're kidding."
Alia shook her head, amused by her reaction. "I'm serious."
"Wait-seven brothers?" Meher leaned closer, lowering her voice. "And you survived? Girl, you must be a superhero."
Alia laughed, covering her mouth quickly. "They're not that bad. Actually, they're..." she paused, searching for the right word, "...they're everything to me."
Meher watched her carefully, noticing the way Alia's voice softened with affection. "They must really love you."
Alia nodded, her throat tight. "They do."
"And your parents?" Meher asked gently.
Alia hesitated again, her smile faltering for just a second. "I have my baba, bade papa , badi maa , chachu and chachi "
Meher's expression softened. "That's sweet. They must be proud of you."
Alia bit her lip, unsure what to say, but her heart warmed at the thought of Rajwant's glistening eyes earlier that morning. "I... I think he is."
Meher gave a small nod, not pressing further. "And don't tell me all your brothers go to school with you?"
Alia giggled again. "No, no. Most of them are working. Three of them run companies, two are in college, one's doing MBBS, and... Ayaan, the one who brought me here, he's in 12th."
Meher's mouth fell open. "You are the sister of Ayaan Oberoi. Well now it makes sense why everyone was whispering when we sat together ."
Alia blinked. "Whispering?"
Meher laughed. "Are you kidding? Don't you know what is between your brother and m---well leave that
Half the girls in this room probably cried in their hearts when they saw him with you.
Alia's eyes widened. "But... he's my brother!"
Meher smirked. "Exactly. That makes it even worse for them. Their crush just called someone else his sister."
Alia's cheeks flushed as she shook her head quickly. "I didn't mean to..."
"Relax," Meher cut her off, patting her arm. "You don't have to explain. If anything, I think it's kind of cute. He looked like he really cares about you."
Alia's lips curved into a soft smile. She remembered his words-Don't worry... you'll do great.
For the first time that morning, she felt her shoulders relax.
Meher leaned back, crossing her arms. "Well, looks like I've found myself a new friend."
Alia blinked, startled. "Friend?"
"Yeah." Meher grinned. "You and me. Partners. What do you say?"
Alia hesitated only a moment before nodding slowly. "I'd like that."
Meher smiled warmly, satisfied. "Good. Because trust me, in this school, you're going to need someone like me"
Alia smiled
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Alia and Meher found a spot in the canteen, settling near the window. The chatter of students, the clatter of trays, and the smell of freshly cooked food filled the air. It was loud, but not overwhelming-just the rhythm of a busy school.
Alia carefully opened her tiffin. Her eyes lit up. Aloo paratha, soft and warm, with a small dollop of butter melting on top. She smiled softly.
Meher opened her own tiffin-cheese paratha. She glanced at Alia and smiled. "Yours looks amazing," she said casually.
Alia felt shy. "I didn't make it... my brother did," she admitted quietly.
Meher raised her eyebrows, impressed. "Really? That's... lucky. He cooked this for you?"
Alia nodded. "Yeah... my first day, and he made sure I had breakfast ready."
They started sharing their parathas, passing small bites back and forth. Alia noticed some students glancing at them, but Meher's calm presence made it easy to ignore.
After a few bites, Meher leaned closer, lowering her voice slightly. "By the way... today's a special day," she said, a small grin on her face.
Alia looked up, curious. "Special?"
"Yes," Meher said. "There's a basketball match today. Your brother-he's the captain-will be playing. You'll get to see him in action right after breakfast."
Alia's eyes widened. "Really? I... I'll see him play?"
Meher nodded. "Yeah. Don't worry, I'll make sure you get a good spot. You'll see him show what he's capable of."
Alia's fingers fiddled nervously with her tiffin lid. "I hope... I don't make a fool of myself there."
Meher chuckled softly. "Relax. Just enjoy it. First day nerves are normal, and I promise you won't be alone."
Alia felt a small warmth rise in her chest. It was comforting to have someone guiding her, explaining things she didn't yet know about this new school.
They finished their parathas, sharing small laughs over the taste and the little jokes Meher made. Alia carefully packed the leftovers, her eyes sneaking a glance at the basketball court outside.
"Looks busy," she murmured.
Meher smiled. "Yeah, practice's already in full swing. But like I said-you'll get to watch. And trust me, it'll be exciting."
Alia nodded, a mix of nervousness and anticipation bubbling inside her. For the first time that morning, she felt a little more confident.
The bell rang, signaling the end of the break. Meher packed her bag and gave Alia an encouraging look. "Come on. Let's get ready for the match. You won't regret it."
Alia followed her, feeling lighter, almost excited. The day suddenly seemed full of possibilities.
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Alia and Meher had just finished their tiffins when Meher suddenly paused mid-step.
"Oh no..." she muttered, patting the edge of her bag.
Alia looked at her curiously. "What's wrong?"
Meher glanced down at the floor and frowned. "I think I dropped my bracelet somewhere. Wait here, I'll go get it."
Alia nodded obediently, watching as Meher hurried back a few steps to the table. The canteen buzzed around her, students moving in every direction, but Alia felt a moment of calm in that small spot by the window. She carefully folded her napkin and looked out at the playground.
Just then, she felt a shadow fall over her. She looked up. Ayaan.
He was panting slightly, a look of mild panic on his face, eyes scanning the canteen until they landed on her. Relief softened his features, and he let out a long sigh.
"There you are," he said, walking over quickly. "I was worried. You weren't in class, and I didn't know where you went."
Alia's lips curved into a small smile. "I came here to eat with a friend," she said softly, glancing toward the spot where Meher had gone to retrieve her bracelet.
Ayaan's eyebrows raised playfully. "A friend? Already making friends on your first day?" His tone was teasing, but there was warmth in his eyes.
Alia blushed lightly, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "Well... she helped me a lot. Showed me around and... made me feel less nervous."
Ayaan smirked, pretending to be unimpressed. "Hmm... I see how it is. You're already hanging out with someone else. Who is it?"
Alia opened her mouth, ready to say, "Her name is Meher-" when a voice called out across the hall. "Ayaan! Practice!"
Ayaan glanced back briefly, a flash of frustration and duty crossing his face, but then he turned back to her. "Go on ahead," he said, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "I'll be busy, but..." He leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to her forehead.
"Come watch the match later," he whispered, his voice low but firm. "I want you there. Don't miss it."
Alia's eyes widened slightly in surprise, her small heart fluttering. "I... I will," she said, nodding quickly.
Ayaan reached up and ruffled her hair in that familiar, teasing way. "Don't get into trouble while I'm gone," he said lightly, though his eyes betrayed the concern he felt.
Then he was off, moving fast down the hall, his figure disappearing among the crowd of students rushing to practice.
Alia's gaze lingered after him for a moment, a small smile playing on her lips. The mix of excitement and warmth in her chest made her feel... safe. Even in this big, unfamiliar school, she wasn't completely alone.
Moments later, Meher returned, her bracelet secured back on her wrist. "Got it," she said, exhaling slightly. "Sorry about that. You okay?"
Alia nodded. "Yes... I just... Ayaan came to check on me."
Meher's eyes flicked toward the hallway where Ayaan had disappeared, a knowing glint in her gaze. "Hmm. He's... protective, isn't he?" she said casually, though the corner of her lips curved into a small smile.
Alia simply smiled back, shaking her head. "A little."
The two girls walked back toward their classrooms together, the sounds of the bustling school echoing around them. By the time they reached the door, the teacher was already instructing the class.
"Alright, everyone," the teacher's voice rang out, firm but cheerful. "We're going to watch the basketball match. Make a line and follow me."
Alia's heart skipped a beat. The excitement bubbled up in her chest like a warm, fizzy drink. She hadn't imagined her first day would include watching her brother play, surrounded by so many students, in such a big, lively school.
Meher nudged her gently. "You ready for this?" she asked with a teasing smile.
Alia nodded, her eyes wide. "I... I can't wait."
As the class began to line up, Alia's mind wandered just a little, thinking about Ayaan, about the match, and about the new life she was stepping into. Everything felt overwhelming, yes, but it also felt... possible. She wasn't alone here. Not with Meher guiding her, and not with Ayaan, even if he wasn't always around.
The bell rang again, and the students began to file out into the hall in an orderly line. Alia adjusted her bag on her shoulder, holding it a little tighter. The first day had already been filled with surprises, and she knew there were many more waiting ahead-but for now, she allowed herself to feel excited.
Her small hand brushed against Meher's as they walked side by side. Alia stole a glance at her friend. "Thanks... for everything today," she whispered.
Meher smirked lightly. "Don't thank me yet. The day's just getting started."
Alia giggled softly, feeling lighter than she had all morning. She didn't know what challenges awaited her in the crowded
hallways and competitive classrooms, but for now... she felt ready.
Alia and Meher finally found seats in the bleachers, the rows of polished wooden benches stretching before them. The view was perfect. From here, the entire court was visible-the glossy hardwood floor, the baskets at each end, and students hustling to find their positions.
Alia couldn't help but take a deep breath, the excitement making her chest feel light. She shifted slightly, letting her backpack rest on her lap, her eyes flicking across the court. There was so much happening at once-the players warming up, the referees checking the hoops, and the crowd of students slowly filling the stands.
A few students nearby were chatting animatedly, comparing players' skills and past match scores. Alia tried to follow, but her attention kept darting to the court.
Then, a loud announcement echoed through the gym, making both girls sit up straight.
"Ladies and gentlemen... welcome to today's basketball match! The Vayu Vipers versus the Agni Serpents!"
Alia froze for a second, tilting her head. "Vayu Vipers? Agni Serpents?" she murmured, her lips twitching.
Meher glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "You're laughing... why?"
Alia couldn't help it. "The names... they sound so... dramatic!"
For a moment, Meher stared at her, expression unreadable. Then she burst out laughing, a loud, warm sound that made Alia giggle even harder.
The two girls looked at each other, their laughter mingling, and for a good five seconds, they couldn't stop. Students nearby turned their heads, some whispering, others smirking at the pair of girls clearly caught up in their own amusement.
Finally, Meher wiped a tear from the corner of her eye, still chuckling. "Okay, okay... focus, newbie," she teased, nudging Alia lightly. "This is serious business."
Alia nodded, still giggling quietly. "I know... I just... the names are too funny!"
They settled down, the excitement slowly shifting into curiosity and awe. The referees blew their whistles, signaling the start of the pre-match warm-ups. Players sprinted across the court, stretching, shooting hoops, and passing the ball with precision.
Alia's eyes widened. "Wow... they're so fast," she whispered, leaning a little closer to Meher.
Meher nodded, her gaze fixed on the court. "Yeah... and that's just the warm-up. Wait until the match starts. You'll see some serious skills."
Alia's hands clutched her backpack straps nervously. "Do you think... my brother will be really good?"
Meher smiled knowingly. "He's the captain. Of course, he'll be good. But don't expect the rival to go easy. He is as good as your brother "
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