Shubman entered inside the premises of his dream institute with wonder in eyes and throbs in heart. He has always dreamt to be here and finally when he is there , it felt surreal to him. He was a good boy , a good student through out his 18 years long life. He has always been obedient to everyone.

Shubman shakingly entered into the building. His hand were sweating badly in narvesness. His self doubts started prickling inside his skin , throat satrted getting dry.

He is a good student but here exist much better students. So, will he be accepted here....

His self eating thoughts stopped hearing a soft voice...

"Hi! Sara here. New student?"

Shubman looked down to see a short girl smiling beautifully wearing a neon pink dress.

"Yeahh.."

Shubman replied back meekly.

"Cool. Me too."

The girl named Sara pulled Shubman in a light hug. Though Shubman stiffened a bit but relaxed few minutes later. Shubman felt his day brightening up.

"Let's get in..."

Shubman nodded. They both entered together and choosed to sit side by side.

Shubman was feeling a ticklish feeling inside.

"I have spent my whole life in London so can't speak english well. Wby?"

Ohhh! Exactly am too from english medium.
(Lie)

"Woww , that's so cool. Yk I don't like these petty hindi medium boys."

Ohh yeah same...I don't like them too.

They continued to converse. Basically Sara talked and Shubman just agreed in whatever she is speaking. Their trunce broke in a high pitched voice...

Oyee Mayank benchod bag idar laa mera...

Shubman flinched at the words and looked up only to see a 5'6" boy with long curly hairs , hooded eyes , small nose , baby lips and a burning ciggeret between the lips.

To say Shubman was awestruck would be an understatement. He used to think all good boys come here not this type of backbenchers.

His trunce broke when that boy came to him and slapped his back...

Keya bhai ghoor keya raha hay?

Before Shubman could answer anything the letter bend down and whispered in Shubman's ears...

Pass wali se thora bachke rahio so called sophisticated vibe de rahi hay.

Shubman became red from both embrassment and rage but the latter seemed indifferent as if he hasn't made an indigestible comment just now.

That's how Shubman Gill met class topper Ishan Kishan.

Yes, Shubman almost fell from desk when he heard that the backbencher looking boy is actually their class topper.

That day Shubman got his first crush and first enemy.

Abhishek was looking at Shubman being totally done with his antics. The boy who used to wake up at 5.00 to play cricket in ground now goes on jogging with Sara. The boy who never like salad and  avacado now considers them the best. The boy who used to be kullad chai person now only drinks coffee. He does everything Sara likes.

"Shubi ye tu nehi hay bhai , kyu ayese badal raha hay khudko?"

Abhi ab may school me nehi raha , yaha pe woh gawaro wali harkate nehi chalti.

"Gawaro wali tu kisko kehe raha hay be? Ye hi aslyiyat hay , khwab se bahar aa."

Ab yehi meri asliyat hay. Pehele wala may ab nehi raha.

"Ek baat bata waha pe kiske saath to sabse jyada comfortable hay? Sach batana"

Shubman stopped talking.

How would he say that he feels most comfortable around his one and only enemy Ishan Kishan.

Ishan is the only person around whom Shubman never needs to think how he is eating or what he is eating or what he is wearing.

Ishan , the ever confident person , whom everyone likes has never brudened Shubman with unspoken expectations.

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Enjoy...

Part 2 will come soon.