"Why are all stories lost in moments? Do these moments decide the genre of the story?" Nivedya R. Singh's question clean-bowled his teacher. She had numerous answers swirling in her mind, but none seemed to precisely capture the essence of this thought-provoking query.

"Umm... Umm..." The teacher was still trying to frame an answer when the school  bell rang and she sighed in relief. "We will take this tomorrow?" The  teacher quickly packed her stuff in her bag and dismissed the class.

The funny best friend of Nivedya named Collin who had always stayed with him in his thick and thin exclaimed, "Woah! Nivi, dude! The teacher was zipped. It was such a boring class that you just made it interesting. Why did you choose drama? It's... it's... So- dramatic!"

"It's 'drama' for a reason? Duh!" Nivedya reasoned with  Colin who bobbed his head 'dramatically' before sitting in his school  bus.

"Niviiii... Hi. Look what I got for you." A tall-framed girl with beautiful tanned skin and a slightly shrill voice gave Nivedya a  notebook which he flipped and smiled.

"Thank you, Janice. You are  a saviour. How did you even know I didn't do my science project?" Nivedya questioned admiring the file in his hand.

"Well, I just like to keep tabs on you... I mean you know, you are my junior and as a good senior, it is my duty to help my..." Janice straightened Nivedya's already set collar and continued, "friendly, juniors."

"Hey, Janice, friends?" Collin forwarded his hand proposing to Janice for friendship.

"Sure, Collin. But first, stop picking boogers from your nose before shaking hands. Filthy!" Janice left making a disgusting face and Nivedya laughed at him. He stepped back before Collin could put his hand on his shoulder.

Collin ran after Nivedya teasing him with his dirty hands and shouting, "Nivi buddy, you can't stay away from me. Remember, we shook hands for the first time in the first standard, in the bathroom after peeing, and before washing our hands? This is just some boogers."
The two best friends were running in the lush green gardens of Swarnbhoomi High School until their school bus arrived.

A school bus is a place where you create some fond memories. Make friends with those, not in your class. Memorise the house of your crush. Fight for a window seat, bitch about teachers and school, and steal snacks from others' bags. Nivedya's bus ride to his home was no exception to these indispensable activities.

Walking a distance of about half a  kilometer from the main entrance of his palatial house to the entrance of the residential building, Nivedya kicked the football in his garden,  picked the water spout, and sprinkled it aimlessly on the grass singing  his favourite song before finally entering the huge living room.

"Rose D, I am home," Nivedya called aloud to his governess who raised him since he was a toddler.

Rose, a lady in her late thirties remarked sarcastically, "Thanks for calling me out. I didn't realise you were home." Nivedya pulled her cheeks before running to his room and Rose shouted, "You brat! Come down quickly. I have arranged a new science teacher for you."

"No, Rose D! Not again. I hate science. The chemical formulas and equations  are so boring." Nivedya's dismal was visible in his tone.

"You, are the son of a tech genius. Our company, Swarnbhoomi Technologies is soon going to be number one in India. Your hot and sexy, big brother, Abhedya R. Singh, that is me, is going to top his college fourth year in a row and become the first student in the Engineering department to do that, his little brother, hates Science? Not cool bro. Science runs in our genes. I have offered you before I can help you, but you cannot even grasp basic concepts. I suggest we get a DNA test done for you. You  don't belong to us." Nivedya's elder brother, Abhedya poked him and snatched his apple.

Nandini, the mother of the boys took the apple from Abhedya and gave it back to Nivedya. She gave him a stern look and said, "Abhey, that is no logic. Each child is different and has their own interests. Besides, he has my genes, the better and more creative one." Nandini was a lady with a charming personality, soft features, and a warm smile.

Nivedya kissed his mother's cheek for taking his side and teased his brother  saying, "Yes, mom is the best. I have her genes. I am civilised and well mannered unlike you."

"Oh! So, I am the supplier of bad genes?" A well-built man in his forties dressed in an Armani suit entered the house and questioned the mother and her sons.

"We didn't say that Rudra, you assumed it." Nandini clarified with a hint of naughtiness in her eyes.

Rudra, the father of the boys, kissed the crown of his wife with love and asserted, "Nandini, if my baseless assumptions guarantee that sparkling twinkle in your eyes, I  can write a book on flaws in Rudra R. Singh."

Abhedya raised his hands and disapproved of his parents' open romance. "Guys get a room. My brother is too small to understand all this drama."

"I am big enough now. Abhey, you are not the only one who is the star boy of his college. Janice, my senior, did my science project without me asking her." Nivedya fanned the file Janice gave him.

"Nivi, that's not correct. You should do your homework and projects on your  own. That is why Rose has arranged a teacher for you. Change and come quickly." Nandini ordered Nivedya who walked to his room with heavy steps.

It was around eight in the evening when the Singh family was sitting at their twelve-seater dining table. All eyes were on Nivedya who was eating his soup at snail's speed. Abhedya was trying hard not to laugh at his brother's tactic.

"Nivi, for heaven's sake that soup finished five minutes before. Stop the drama." Rudra scolded Nivedya in an irritated tone. Nivedya finally looked up from his bowl and his eyes met his father's.

"Look, Nivi, we as parents have given enough  freedom to our sons. I understand you are not inclined towards studying Science but you have no option to skip it until you finish your tenth  grade which means one more year. That teacher we arranged was so good. His concepts were clear and he was determined to teach you. I don't know what you do but after one class every teacher refuses to teach you." Rudra asked losing his cool so Nandini put her hand on his and gestured for him to  relax.

"Nivi, no one will force you to do something you don't like it. But you are so good in all other subjects just work a little on  Science. Knowledge of basic Science will help you in all fields. Can you try, for me?" Nandini was hopeful and Nivedya nodded his head positively.

"Wow! You guys are letting go of this matter just like that? He put a spider, an alive spider, in the teacher's pants, then threw water on him so that the spider sticks there, and you are not even scolding him? This is injustice. I object." Abhedya questioned his parent's behaviour and registered his disappointment.

Rose butted in and spoke on behalf of Nivedya, "Nivi is sorry and won't repeat it."

"UNBELIEVABLE! I have no one to call my own!" Abhedya fake-sulked.

"Maybe, you should get your DNA checked. Hope you are not the adopted one." Nivedya smirked in victory.

Abhedya looked at his parents who were busy eating their food. They preferred not to intervene between their boys.

Abhedya challenged his brother and asked him, "Do you even know the full form of DNA?"

Nandini glared at Abhedya and said, "Abhey, it's not correct to make someone uncomfortable."

"Mom,  it's basic general knowledge for a fourteen-year-old. I doubt he even  knows what are atoms and molecules." Abhedya commented with a smug face. 

"I don't know that Abhey because I don't have general knowledge but extraordinary knowledge." Nivedya defended himself bravely.

"Enough!  Eat your dinner now and Nivi, I don't want you to repeat these acts of  yours. You have to study all the subjects in your course till grade ten.  Till then, the teacher we arrange for you will help you, or, Abhey the  genius with my genes will teach you." Rudra spoke with finality in his tone.

"No! Not him. I will study. Not Abhey." Nivedya gave his word to his parents. He and his brother shared a love-hate relationship.  Abhedya could not tolerate anyone saying a word against Nivedya but he seldom expressed his love. In their case, the love was felt not exhibited.

It was a bright morning and Nivedya got up with a smile. He thanked God for a loving family. The little tiff between  Abhedya and him was a breather in an otherwise monotonous life. Nivedya dressed up for school and left on his school bus. Rudra was one of the richest men in Swarnbhoomi but he wanted his kids to experience basics and have fun before their life twirls 360 degrees.

The public relations officer (P.R.O.) of Swarnbhoomi High School was giving a tour of the school to  the parents of a girl seeking admission to their school, "The education system in Swarnbhoomi is different from other regions of India. It is not just study but overall development that the school focuses on. The teachers are highly qualified and devise methods to simplify the topics.  Co-curricular activities are as important as studies. We have a wide  range of activities to choose from. If a child is not good in a subject  they are not forced to excel in it. But, the basics of those should be clear that is what we take care of."

"Our daughter has studied in the best school in India and has been a topper every year.  She has won several competitions in quizzes and dancing, and she is currently the national champion in skating. Last month she represented  India in the International Skating competition held in Goa and won a silver medal in the junior category. She is..."

"Amber, they have read our daughter's curriculum vitae and know about her accomplishments hence they decided to give her admission even after the session  started." The mother of the new admission cut her husband from bragging about their daughter further.

"It's okay Mrs Khanna with a daughter like yours a little elaboration is acceptable." The P.R.O.  asserted while showing them the school. She left the parents in the Principal's office after a brief tour.

The principal asked the father informally, "So, Amber what have you decided?"

"Like I have a choice? You know Shakti, Nimrit  has always studied in a convent school, and now when she is in her teenage she has to switch schools and study with boys. Honestly, if you were not the principal I would have never brought her here." Amber was doubtful and anxious.

Nimrit put her hand on her father's assuring him and in her polished tone said, "Papa, do not worry. I will be fine. Trust me, if nothing else."

"See, Nimrit is more than ready to face the real world which is a mix of  males, females, and others. Put your faith in her and I am sure she will soar to new heights in Swarnbhoomi. Nimrit, stay back and attend the activity class left for the day. Right now, your future class is having... Aha! A Skating class. Why don't you go and see them?" The principal suggested and Nimrit was more than happy.

She was  escorted to the skating rink where Nivedya's class was having fun. Nimrit walked in style and stood near the skating rink. To her utter dismay, no one noticed her. She was around 5'2 inches with doe-shaped charcoal eyes, cream skin, and brownish-black mid-length hair, with a cute small nose, and pink lips. The petite girl had always been able to grab attention with her looks and brains.
Currently,  she was not in school uniform but was still unnoticed and that crushed  the plans she made with her friends who were happy that she was going to study in a co-education school. They were certain she would have a dozen and more boys around her pinky but the scene scripted did not clap with action.
Nimrit walked a little inside the rink when a whirlwind on wheels came crashing into her making her fall flat on the ground.  She was mildly hurt physically, but the hurt of an embarrassing first impression was extreme. Nimrit was furious and ready to lash out at the stupid who didn't know how to skate properly.

"Hey, are you okay? I am sorry." Nivedya who accidentally banged into Nimrit asked her in a concern-laced soft voice.

Some battles are won with the choice of tone used.

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Dear Readers
Welcome  to an intriguing love story of two high school sweethearts. Not all  popular students are mean, rude, and jerks. Nivedya is a very caring, considerate, and compassionate boy but how he treats the new girl Nimrit will make you laugh or cry or just make you feel fuzzy and warm.
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Just like 'Twists Twirls Perils and Pearls' and 'Scrapbook', 'Kindle to Rekindle' will have its own twists and mysteries.
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