The laughter from the amphitheater still lingered in their hearts when the group finally made their way to class. The campus hallways were alive again—students dragging themselves in with half-finished assignments, some still talking about the party from last night, others already dozing on their desks.
For Aryan, Aayan, Kabir, Riya, Ananya, and Kiara, it felt strangely different to walk together this morning. After everything that had happened—the arguments, the hidden feelings, the late-night confessions—it was as though they were carrying a fragile bond that none of them wanted to break. Every small glance, every brush of shoulders, carried a weight of unspoken emotions.
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