Do you ever have that gut feeling when your day is going too good? Too good for your inner peace.

Yeah! That's what Anil was feeling at that moment. But his four idiots dismissed his concern as soon as he voiced them out.

"Anil shaant reh na. Agar itna bura tu sochega toh shayad sachi kuch ho jaye" Sachin tried to calm his friend.

" Iss group ka leader mai hu. But mujhse zyada toh ye tension leta hai. Chill karna Anil" Sourav rolled his eyes at the sheer amount of glare that anil gave him

"Rahul, ab tum hi samjho isse" Sourav gave up and handed the matter to the sanest person of the group.

But before Rahul could open his mouth all the five people felt their right upper arm burning. They shared a concerned look among themselves and walked into a random classroom not before closing the door.

"Bola tha anil! Shubh shubh bola kar" Anil passed a death glare to Laxi making the latter choose silence as his option

"But why the heck would someone attack at this time?" Rahul gets annoyed by the stupid people who had to come at this time. He had to prepare for the  test that his teacher told them yesterday and the frustration was quiet visible to everyone.

"Okay guys concentrate" Sourav scolded them. This was not good. He closed his eyes and took three deep breaths to calm his nerves. "Humme iss attack ke baare mai kisi ne kuch information nahi di thi. So mostly kisi ko bhi iss baare mai sahi se nahi pata. We have to be alert till cheif's orders are sent to us."

"Ouch! Bohot zyada dard kar rha hai Dada" Laxi complains about the pain.

"Iska matlab woh logg humare aas paas hai" Anil spoke in a gruff voice,  after a long silence.

"But unka maksad kya hai? I mean koyi ek college par attack kyu karega?" Rahul was tensed. The college was huge and finding the villans would be impossible.

"Kya tumhe lagta hai hume unki madad-" Laxman was about to suggest bu sachin cut him off

"Nahi Laxman. Cheif won't like it. You know that." Sachin spoke and sourav nodded his head agreeing with his bestie. He too wanted to ask their help but.. uff he had to get control over himself.

"So what is our plan Cap?" Anil asked bringing their attention to the main topic.

"Mat kar yaar bhajjii" Yuvraj whines about his best friend. He thinks about his bad decision making skills in choosing a sane friend.

"Tera birthday hai maadarjaat. Agar aaj celebrate nahi karenge toh kya tere shadi ke dinn karenge?" Harbajan Singh spoke in between his laughter. He then continued to smear cake on yuvi's face.

Zaheer Khan kept on laughing till he fell over the floor. It was not a regular cake that was being smeared. It was a special cake made by bhajji for his bestie birthday.

They were busy in pulling each others leg till they felt their upper arm burn.

"Yaar ye wapas shuru ho gaya?" Zak groans in pain.

"Haan. It has never pained so much." Bhajji holds his arm tightly in order to soothe his pain.

"Mera bithday hi mila tha kya" Yuvi spoke while being visibly annoyed.

"Okay! Do one thing both of you. Take deep breaths." Zak instructed and the two followed him. But it seemed that the pain kept on increasing.

"What are we supposed to do?" Bhajji asks zak as the pain intensifies.

"Wait. Jab tak dushman samne na aaye tab tak wait karna hai" Zaheer Khan remembered what his dad instructed him.

Mohammad Kaif and Gautam Ghambhir were roommates. They both were havimg a casual conversation while eating all sorts of junk food. Suddenly their upper arm started burning.

"What the actuall fuck" Kaif cried out in pain.

"Language" Gautam reprimanded rubing his arm to soothe the pain

"Saale language ki aisi ki taisi" Kaif screamt at Gautam.

"College mai kon chutiya attack kar rha hai?" Gautam told

"Lets find out" Kaif suggests and both walks out of their room.

The cremation was going  of Vikrant. No one knew how the man died except one person.

The person was just standing far from everyone. The man refused to shed even one tear. He believe that such person does not need to be disrespected by crying.

He felt proud. Proud that he was Vikrant's friend. But now he had to leave fast. His team must be waiting. There was a big problem on their head. And his team was in danger.

"Mahi you can do this. Come on. Thoda sa dard hai" Mahendra Singh Dhoni keeps on encouraging himself to tolerate the growing pain.
He suddenly saw another person groaning a bit in pain but could not focus on them.

He collided with the same person. He looked like he was the senior.

"Kya hua tujhe?" The senior questions.

"Thoda sa dard hai" mahi meekly answers

The senior then ignoring his own pain goes forward to check him.
But when he saw the mark he immediately left his hand.

"Shoor veer" the senior mumbled.

(This is the design that is carved into every members upper arm. It burns and glows whenever there is a 'situation' near them. )

Heyy guysss!!

This was the short chapter i wrote. Not that great. But i promise the next one would be of more quality and quantity.

Do tell me how do you like the chapter.

Would love to hear your thoughts and laughs on each and every dialogue.

Love you
Nidzz