Malang stood in front of the mirror, his reflection staring back, a mixture of excitement and dread etched on his face. Netra, ever the optimist, was busy doing her makeup, her cheerful chatter filling the room.

“Relax, Malang,” she said, spraying herself with perfume. “It’s just college. We’ll figure it out.”

Malang managed a weak smile. “I know, but what if…”

“No buts,” Netra interrupted, giving him a stern look. “You’re going to ace it. I know you will.”

With a deep breath, Malang nodded, trying to convince himself of Netra's words. They stepped out of the apartment, the morning sun casting long shadows.

The college campus was a sprawling expanse of green lawns, modern buildings, and a vibrant energy that was palpable.

Both Netra and Malang were in awe. It was like stepping into a Karan Johar movie, with students dressed in the latest fashion, and laughter echoing through the air.

As they walked through the main gate, their attention was drawn to a line of luxury cars parked outside. A black Audi and a sleek Mercedes stood out, their sleek designs gleaming in the morning sun.

From the Audi, a handsome young man stepped out, followed by a stunning girl. It was Ishaan and Rihanna. From the Mercedes, another young man emerged, his appearance exuding an air of privilege.

Malang's heart skipped a beat as he recognized the man. It was the same guy he had bumped into that day. He looked even more intimidating up close, his clothes and demeanor suggesting a life of wealth and privilege.

A wave of apprehension washed over Malang. He was certain this guy belonged to a different world altogether.

"Let's go," he muttered to Netra, tugging at her arm.

They hurried towards their classroom, the first day jitters amplified by the encounter. Thankfully, they managed to find their classroom just as the professor was about to enter.

The classroom was a bustling hub of activity, filled with students from different backgrounds. Netra and Malang found an empty bench towards the back, their nervousness slowly subsiding as they observed their classmates.

The professor, a middle-aged woman with a kind smile, walked in a few minutes later.

The class settled down, a hush falling over the room. As the professor began her introduction, Malang felt a surge of excitement. This was it, the start of a new chapter.

After the class, Netra and Malang stepped out into the bright sunlight, the weight of the first lecture lifted from their shoulders. As they walked across the campus, they couldn't help but feel a sense of belonging. The college was more than just a place to study; it was a melting pot of cultures and aspirations.

Their conversation was interrupted by a familiar voice. "Hey there!" It was Rohan, the guy Malang had met at the photography workshop. He was accompanied by a group of friends, all of them looking equally enthusiastic.

"Malang, right?" Rohan asked, extending a hand. "I saw you in the photography workshop. Small world, huh?"

Malang smiled, relieved to see a familiar face. "Yeah, it is. Nice to see you again," he replied.

Introductions were made, and soon, Netra and Malang were part of the group, their initial nervousness fading away.

As they walked together, discussing their courses and future plans, Malang couldn't help but feel a sense of optimism. College life was turning out to be better than he had imagined.
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Neel, accustomed to being the center of attention, effortlessly navigated the social scene. People were drawn to his charm and the aura of privilege that surrounded him.

Yet, he preferred the company of his close-knit group of friends, Ishaan, Figo, Samira, and Suchi. They understood him, shared his sense of humor, and accepted him for who he was.

Ishaan, ever the enthusiast, suggested they skip a few classes and hit the football ground. Neel, always up for a distraction, agreed. The fresh air and physical exertion were a welcome break from the monotony of lectures.

Meanwhile, in a different corner of the campus, Malang and Rohan were exploring the library. As they ascended the stairs to the reading room, their eyes fell on the football ground below. A group of students, including Neel and Ishaan, were engaged in a lively match.

Rohan, ever the observer, commented, "Look at those guys, showing off."

Malang glanced at the football ground, his gaze lingering on the group of students. He couldn't shake the feeling of déjà vu. The guy he had bumped into that day was among them, looking every bit the campus heartthrob.

"Let's focus on our books," Malang muttered, his attention drifting back to the library.
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Malang was engrossed in a book when a sudden loss of balance sent him tumbling to the ground. His books scattered like startled birds, creating a chaotic mess. Before he could react, two figures appeared, their hands reaching for the fallen books.

One of them, to his surprise, was the guy he had bumped into that day. "Hey, aren't you the same guy who bumped into me?" Neel asked, a hint of amusement in his voice.

Malang nodded, his face turning a shade of crimson. "Yeah, sorry about that," he mumbled, embarrassed.

Neel chuckled. "No worries, it happens." He helped Malang gather the scattered books, their fingers brushing briefly.

Malang thanked them profusely, his heart pounding in his chest. As he walked away, carrying the stack of books, he couldn't help but glance back at the two guys.

Ishaan, the other guy, was watching him with a curious expression.

Neel and Ishaan exchanged amused glances as they watched Malang disappear down the hallway. "Cute boy," Ishaan commented, a smirk playing on his lips.

Neel nodded, a rare smile gracing his face. "Indeed," he agreed.

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Ishaan

- neel's bestfriend
- second most popular boy Of college
- Love music

Rihana

- Neel's little sister
- secretly loves his brothers best.       
   friend ishaan
-  hates Malang