10-09-2025, 02:42 PM
Update 105
Next din ka mahaul bilkul badla hua tha. Kal ki maar–pit aur security officer station ka darr ab bhi hawa me latak raha tha, lekin election campaign apni raftaar pakad chuka tha.
Campus ke central ground par Arjun ka group full swing me tha. Banners lag rahe the, posters chipkaaye ja rahe the, aur ek ek student se connect karne ka kaam chal raha tha. Ladkon ka group planning aur coordination me busy tha, aur girls wing ko handle kar rahi thi Ammu.
Ammu ne ek corner par chhoti si crowd ikatthi kar li thi—zyadatar girls hostel ki ladkiyan. Uska andaaz soft lekin confident tha, jaise wo sirf votes nahi balki trust jeet rahi ho.
Ammu
Tum sabke issues humne likh liye hain. Hostel me mess ka khana kaise improve hoga, night security kaise strong hogi, aur library timing extend karna… ye sab cheezein hum committee ke saamne leke jayenge. Aur main promise karti hoon… agar hum jeete, toh yeh sab cheezein zaroor badlenge.
Ek ladki, jiske chehre par thoda doubt tha, aage badhi.
Hostel Girl
Par ab tak toh har koi aisa hi bolta aaya hai… kya guarantee hai ki tum log sach me kuch kar paoge?
Ammu ke hothon pe ek seedhi si muskaan aayi. Usne us ladki ki aankhon me dekh kar narmi se jawab diya.
Ammu
Guarantee nahi deti, lekin yakeen dilati hoon. Main aur Arjun tumhare saath khade rahenge. Tumhari awaaz humari awaaz hogi.
Ye lafz sunke ek pal ke liye crowd ki energy badh gayi. Girls ek dusre se baat karne lagi jaise unhe pehli baar lag raha ho ki koi unki baat sun raha hai.
Arjun uske bilkul paas khada tha, thoda peeche haath baandhe, lekin nazar sirf Ammu par thi. Uske chehre par fakhr tha, jaise usse apna jawab mil gaya ho ki Ammu kyun alag hai. Kabhi kabhi wo uski baaton ko repeat karte hue ladkon ke group tak bhi pahunchata, taaki dono wings ek hi message carry karein.
Ammu ne jab ek aur ladki ko samjhaya, Arjun us waqt aage badha aur bola.
Arjun
Jo bhi tum sabki demands hain, unhe officially likhwa lo. Humari team ka ek banda tumhari side pe assigned hoga. Har complaint ki follow–up hogi. Ye bas ek election promise nahi hai… ye tumhari haq ki baat hai.
Girls hostel ki ladkiyon ke chehre pe ab thoda confidence aane laga. Unhone sir hila kar haan karna shuru kar diya
Poora area posters, slogans aur chhoti chhoti teams se ghoom raha tha. Lekin beech me khade Arjun aur Ammu… jaise ek dusre ka silent support ho.
Campus ka kaam khatam hote hote shaam dhalne lagi thi. Posters lag gaye the, list ban gayi thi, aur girls hostel ki ladkiyan apna support dikhate hue wapas ja rahi thi. Crowd thoda thoda khisak gaya, bas kuch volunteers bache the jo samaan samet rahe the.
Ammu ne ek pal ke liye apna dupatta se pasina pochha aur seedha Arjun ki taraf dekha. Arjun ek wall ke sahare khada tha, lekin uske haath ka bandage halka sa khul gaya tha. Ammu turant uske paas gayi, uska haath pakad kar gusse–narmi se bola.
Ammu
Arjun… tu abhi tak yeh chot sambhal ke nahi rakhta? Kitni careless hai tu. Dard ho raha hai na?
Arjun ne bas uski taraf dekha, aankhon me ek naughty sa chamak tha. Usne hothon pe aadhi si muskaan laakar kaha.
Arjun
Dard toh bas tab hota hai jab tu door hoti hai… baaki sab toh manageable hai.
Ammu pal bhar ke liye uski aankhon me ghurti rahi, uske lafz uske dil tak utar gaye the. Ek dum se uske chehre ka gussa pighal gaya. Usne sir hila kar, par aankhon me pighli si narazgi ke saath bola.
Ammu
Tu har baar mere gusse ko kaise pighla deta hai, Arjun?
Ye kehkar usne nazar neeche kar li, lekin uski aankhon ke kone bheeg gaye. Pyaar ke aansu nikal aaye jo usne chupane ki koshish ki, par Arjun ne turant dekh liya.
Arjun bas chupchaap uske chehre ko dekhte raha. Uske hothon pe ek pyaar bhari smile aa gayi—woh smile jo sirf Ammu ke liye rakhta tha, jo uske dard ko shaant kar deti thi.
Dono ke beech us lamhe me koi aur nahi tha—na slogans, na posters, na election ka shor. Sirf ek narmi thi jo unke dilon ko ek doosre se jod rahi thi.
Canteen lunch break ke waqt usual shor–sharaba kar raha tha, tray ki awazein, ladkon ki hansi–mazaak aur khana lene ki line. Lekin jaise hi Zaheer apne group ke saath wahan enter hua, hawa me ek alag si energy bhar gayi. Uska chaal confident tha, jaise usne decide kar liya ho ki yeh lunch break sirf uska hone wala hai.
Wo seedha ek table par chadh gaya, uske shoes ki thap-thap canteen ke echo me gungunay. Peeche Shanu, Priya aur Taz uske support me floor par khade ho gaye—ek dum organized tareeke se, jaise yeh koi proper event ho.
Zaheer ne apne haath uthakar crowd ki taraf dekha aur thandi par authority bhari awaaz me bola.
Zaheer
To… aaj ka humara target hai canteen.
Uski awaaz ke sath hi canteen ka shor dheere–dheere kam hone laga. Students ka dhyaan uski taraf shift ho gaya. Koi apne tray ke saath khada reh gaya, koi plate ka morsel aadha kha kar hi ruk gaya, sab ke sab curious nazron se uski baat sunne lage.
Zaheer ne ek pal ruk kar sabhi chehron ko scan kiya, phir usne apni baat aage badhai.
Zaheer
Hum sab jaante hain ki yeh canteen sirf samose, kachori aur ek do cheezon tak limited hai. Aur jab humein kuch thoda alag, thoda better chahiye hota hai, toh humein college ke bahar bhaagna padta hai. Kyun? Kyun na yahin ek open area cafe ho… ek aisa jagah jo bade scale par ho, jahan pizza ho, pasta ho, shakes ho, fast wifi ho… har wo facility jo hum deserve karte hain.
Uski har line pe kuch students ne haan me haan milana shuru kar diya. Priya ne crowd ki taraf dekh kar supportive smile di, jaise unhe motivate kar rahi ho. Taz ne apne phone par already kuch designs aur proposals open kar rakhe the, students ke saamne projection dikhane ke liye ready.
Shanu, bas cross arms kiye confident khadi thi, lekin uske chehre ki serious expression clearly dikhata tha ki wo Zaheer ke saath hai, bina kisi doubt ke.
Zaheer ne apne haath jor kar ek final punch diya.
Zaheer
Ye sirf ek cafe nahi hoga… ye humari jagah hogi. Ek space jahan hum apni marzi se baith sake, baat kar sake, apne ideas exchange kar sake… bina college ke purane system ke pressure ke. Ab decide aapko karna hai… kya aap ready ho iss change ke liye?
Canteen me taaliyan baj uthi, kuch log seeti bhi bajane lage. Zaheer ke chehre par ek confident muskaan aa gayi—usne janta ka pulse pakad liya tha.
Scene parallel chalne lagta hai—
Zaheer ki baat khatam hote hi canteen ka mahaul almost rally jaisa ho gaya tha. Students ki mixed reactions the—kuch full support me, taaliyan bajate, cheer karte… kuch bas skeptical faces ke saath chup baithe, soch rahe ki ye sab possible bhi hai ya nahi. Lekin ek baat clear thi, Zaheer ne apna agenda strong tarike se rakh diya tha.
Shanu, Priya aur Taz uske aas paas khade, uski speech ke baad crowd ke students ke sath engage karne lage—Priya softly convince karti, Taz apna phone ghuma kar mock designs aur menus dikhata, aur Shanu bas strong presence ke saath har objection ka answer deti. Zaheer neeche utar kar apni seat par casually baith gaya, lekin uski aankhen ab bhi us bheed par thi—usne feel kar liya tha ki hawa dheere dheere uske paksh me chalne lagi hai
Cut to… open lawn ke kone me Arjun ka camp.
Arjun aur uske group ne ek chhota sa stage jaisa banaya hua tha—sirf ek bench aur kuch charts, par uske around ka vibe organized aur grounded tha. Ammu saamne khadi thi, ladkiyon ko address kar rahi thi—uski awaaz me warmth aur sincerity thi.
Ammu
Humein sirf naye khane ya naye cafe ki zarurat nahi hai… humein suraksha chahiye, humein sunne wali awaaz chahiye. Hum chahti hain ki girls hostel ke liye ek proper grievance cell ho, jahan koi bhi apni problem bina darr ke share kar sake.
Girls hostel ki ladkiyan ekdum attentive thi, kuch ladkiyan toh literally aage badh kar apni baatein Ammu ko batane lagi thi—water supply issues, security guards ki attitude problems, late night gate policy… sab kuch. Arjun saamne khada, apni usual confident body language ke sath Ammu ko support karta hua.
Arjun
Aur yeh sirf hostel tak limited nahi hoga. Agar aapko koi bhi problem hai—canteen, library, faculty—hum ensure karenge ki aapki baat committee tak pohoch kar solve ho. Yeh election sirf jeetne ke liye nahi hai… yeh aapki awaaz banne ke liye hai.
Students ka group head nod karta, aur kuch ladkiyan literally feel karti thi ki pehli baar koi unke liye serious hai. Ammu unki baatein likh rahi thi, promise kar rahi thi ki unke issues solve honge.
Iss waqt parallel dikh raha tha—ek taraf Zaheer apna cafe aur modern facilities ka sapna bech raha tha, aur doosri taraf Arjun aur Ammu basic safety, rights aur problems ko address kar rahe the.
Aur sabse khaas baat… dono groups ke chhote spies dono camps me maujood the—ek dusre ke plans silently note karte hue. Rivalry ko aur hawa milne wali thi.
Dono hi groups apne apne speech ke baad collage me tehel rahe they ki dono ke raste cross hote hai,
Canteen ke bahar ke open corridor me dono camps samne samne khade the. Shor sharaba apni peak par tha—supporters ek dusre ko chillate, galiya dete, aur dhakka mukki karte. Beech me Arjun aur Zaheer ki aankhon ka contact—ekdum intense, jaise do shikari ek dusre ko tak rahe ho.
Background me sab kuch dheere chal raha tha—bachchon ki awazein stretch ho kar echo ban rahi thi, ek dum filmy slow motion.
Zaheer apni teekhi awaaz me chillata hai
Zaheer
Tu sirf lafzon ka sher hai Arjun… action me tu kabhi bhi zero hi rahega.
Arjun ka gussa ekdam phat padta hai. Uski mutthi tight hoti hai, veins ubhar aati hain aur wo aage badh kar ek powerful punch throw karta hai—seedha Zaheer ke chehre ki taraf.
Camera angle ekdum dramatic—punch hawa chheer kar jaata hai, lekin…
Zaheer last moment me duck kar jaata hai.
Aur wo punch seedha jaake… Taz ke pet me lagta hai.
Taz ka chehra pehle twist hota hai—phir uske muh se ek zabardast ULTI nikalti hai, full slow motion me hawa me uchhalti hui… aur jaake seedhi… Priya ke chehre par girti hai.
Crowd ek pal ke liye shock me freeze ho jaata hai.
Priya ka reaction—ek dum horror movie style, aankhen phat jaati hain, haath face se door hota hai aur wo chillane wali hoti hai.
Uss moment ko dekh kar Ammu aur Shanu dono ek hi saath apne muh par haath rakh leti hain—unka expression ekdum ewww wala. Dono ko ulti jaisi feel hoti hai, aur bina kuch bole jaldi jaldi corridor se door nikal jaati hain.
Arjun uss pal me Taz ko ek weird si look deta hai—thoda guilty, thoda awkward.
Arjun (andar hi andar)
Yeh kya kar diya maine…
Taz uske pet ko pakad ke halka sa jhukta hai, phir ek bechaari si smile ke saath kehta hai jaise chhodo bhai, ab main aur nahi karunga.
Crowd me hasi ki ladi phoot padti hai, lekin tension abhi bhi hawa me lambi hai.
Tabhi Zaheer Arjun ke shoulder ko jhatke se pakadta hai, usse ghumata hai aur bas ekdum cinematic slow motion fight sequence start hota hai—dono ek dusre par punch, push, grab karne lagte hain. Crowd ek taraf hasi me hai aur doosri taraf intensity me cheer kar raha hai.
Canteen ke aas paas ka atmosphere ekdum Bollywood ke funny + action combo jaisa ban gaya tha—ek taraf ulta punch aur ulti ka comedy, aur doosri taraf Arjun vs Zaheer ki asli fight ka high-voltage drama.
Arjun aur Zaheer ke beech slow motion fight start ho chuki thi.
Zaheer ne Arjun ko shoulder se ghuma kar wall ke against push kiya, Arjun ne counter me uske haath ko jhatka dekar sidha punch maara. Punch hawa ko chheer kar gaya, Zaheer neeche slip kar gaya aur dono table ke upar gir gaye.
Crashhhh! Steel ki trays, samose, thandi coffee aur chutney sab hawa me udhne lagte hain. Students apne phone nikal kar video banane lagte hain, har angle se slow motion reels capture ho rahi thi.
Ek ladka chillata hai
Bhai ye toh Instagram pe 1 million views le lega!
Ek aur ladki hass kar kehti hai
Reel ki caption hogi From Canteen to WWE!
Arjun aur Zaheer ek doosre ko dhakka dete, kisi ki plate girti hai, pani poori ka paani hawa me uchhal kar kisi aur ke kapdon par gir jata hai. Poora canteen ab comedy + chaos ka live stadium ban chuka tha.
Taz abhi bhi pet pakde hue awkward smile de raha tha, Priya tissue se apna face saaf karte karte gusse se almost fategi hi thi. Uski cheek par chutney chipki thi, jo aur bhi comedy lag rahi thi.
Crowd me shor tha—Maaro Maaro!… Arjun jeetega!… Nahi Zaheer jeetega!
Tabhi ek dum se entrance ke taraf se ek heavy authoritative awaaz gunji.
Principal
Enoughhhhhh
Principal apne haath se tables pe zor se thapp thappata hai, awaaz ek dum sharp echo karti hai.
Principal
Aaj tum dono ko disciplinary committee ke samne phir khada kiya jayega. Ek aur tamasha hua toh election kya, college me tumhari kursi bhi khatam!
Crowd ekdum silence me aa gaya. Students apne phone dheere se pocket me daal lete hain, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Arjun aur Zaheer dono thoda sa peeche hatega, lekin aankhen ab bhi ek dusre pe hi fix thi—jaise silently keh rahe ho yeh khatam nahi hua hai.
Next din ka mahaul bilkul badla hua tha. Kal ki maar–pit aur security officer station ka darr ab bhi hawa me latak raha tha, lekin election campaign apni raftaar pakad chuka tha.
Campus ke central ground par Arjun ka group full swing me tha. Banners lag rahe the, posters chipkaaye ja rahe the, aur ek ek student se connect karne ka kaam chal raha tha. Ladkon ka group planning aur coordination me busy tha, aur girls wing ko handle kar rahi thi Ammu.
Ammu ne ek corner par chhoti si crowd ikatthi kar li thi—zyadatar girls hostel ki ladkiyan. Uska andaaz soft lekin confident tha, jaise wo sirf votes nahi balki trust jeet rahi ho.
Ammu
Tum sabke issues humne likh liye hain. Hostel me mess ka khana kaise improve hoga, night security kaise strong hogi, aur library timing extend karna… ye sab cheezein hum committee ke saamne leke jayenge. Aur main promise karti hoon… agar hum jeete, toh yeh sab cheezein zaroor badlenge.
Ek ladki, jiske chehre par thoda doubt tha, aage badhi.
Hostel Girl
Par ab tak toh har koi aisa hi bolta aaya hai… kya guarantee hai ki tum log sach me kuch kar paoge?
Ammu ke hothon pe ek seedhi si muskaan aayi. Usne us ladki ki aankhon me dekh kar narmi se jawab diya.
Ammu
Guarantee nahi deti, lekin yakeen dilati hoon. Main aur Arjun tumhare saath khade rahenge. Tumhari awaaz humari awaaz hogi.
Ye lafz sunke ek pal ke liye crowd ki energy badh gayi. Girls ek dusre se baat karne lagi jaise unhe pehli baar lag raha ho ki koi unki baat sun raha hai.
Arjun uske bilkul paas khada tha, thoda peeche haath baandhe, lekin nazar sirf Ammu par thi. Uske chehre par fakhr tha, jaise usse apna jawab mil gaya ho ki Ammu kyun alag hai. Kabhi kabhi wo uski baaton ko repeat karte hue ladkon ke group tak bhi pahunchata, taaki dono wings ek hi message carry karein.
Ammu ne jab ek aur ladki ko samjhaya, Arjun us waqt aage badha aur bola.
Arjun
Jo bhi tum sabki demands hain, unhe officially likhwa lo. Humari team ka ek banda tumhari side pe assigned hoga. Har complaint ki follow–up hogi. Ye bas ek election promise nahi hai… ye tumhari haq ki baat hai.
Girls hostel ki ladkiyon ke chehre pe ab thoda confidence aane laga. Unhone sir hila kar haan karna shuru kar diya
Poora area posters, slogans aur chhoti chhoti teams se ghoom raha tha. Lekin beech me khade Arjun aur Ammu… jaise ek dusre ka silent support ho.
Campus ka kaam khatam hote hote shaam dhalne lagi thi. Posters lag gaye the, list ban gayi thi, aur girls hostel ki ladkiyan apna support dikhate hue wapas ja rahi thi. Crowd thoda thoda khisak gaya, bas kuch volunteers bache the jo samaan samet rahe the.
Ammu ne ek pal ke liye apna dupatta se pasina pochha aur seedha Arjun ki taraf dekha. Arjun ek wall ke sahare khada tha, lekin uske haath ka bandage halka sa khul gaya tha. Ammu turant uske paas gayi, uska haath pakad kar gusse–narmi se bola.
Ammu
Arjun… tu abhi tak yeh chot sambhal ke nahi rakhta? Kitni careless hai tu. Dard ho raha hai na?
Arjun ne bas uski taraf dekha, aankhon me ek naughty sa chamak tha. Usne hothon pe aadhi si muskaan laakar kaha.
Arjun
Dard toh bas tab hota hai jab tu door hoti hai… baaki sab toh manageable hai.
Ammu pal bhar ke liye uski aankhon me ghurti rahi, uske lafz uske dil tak utar gaye the. Ek dum se uske chehre ka gussa pighal gaya. Usne sir hila kar, par aankhon me pighli si narazgi ke saath bola.
Ammu
Tu har baar mere gusse ko kaise pighla deta hai, Arjun?
Ye kehkar usne nazar neeche kar li, lekin uski aankhon ke kone bheeg gaye. Pyaar ke aansu nikal aaye jo usne chupane ki koshish ki, par Arjun ne turant dekh liya.
Arjun bas chupchaap uske chehre ko dekhte raha. Uske hothon pe ek pyaar bhari smile aa gayi—woh smile jo sirf Ammu ke liye rakhta tha, jo uske dard ko shaant kar deti thi.
Dono ke beech us lamhe me koi aur nahi tha—na slogans, na posters, na election ka shor. Sirf ek narmi thi jo unke dilon ko ek doosre se jod rahi thi.
Canteen lunch break ke waqt usual shor–sharaba kar raha tha, tray ki awazein, ladkon ki hansi–mazaak aur khana lene ki line. Lekin jaise hi Zaheer apne group ke saath wahan enter hua, hawa me ek alag si energy bhar gayi. Uska chaal confident tha, jaise usne decide kar liya ho ki yeh lunch break sirf uska hone wala hai.
Wo seedha ek table par chadh gaya, uske shoes ki thap-thap canteen ke echo me gungunay. Peeche Shanu, Priya aur Taz uske support me floor par khade ho gaye—ek dum organized tareeke se, jaise yeh koi proper event ho.
Zaheer ne apne haath uthakar crowd ki taraf dekha aur thandi par authority bhari awaaz me bola.
Zaheer
To… aaj ka humara target hai canteen.
Uski awaaz ke sath hi canteen ka shor dheere–dheere kam hone laga. Students ka dhyaan uski taraf shift ho gaya. Koi apne tray ke saath khada reh gaya, koi plate ka morsel aadha kha kar hi ruk gaya, sab ke sab curious nazron se uski baat sunne lage.
Zaheer ne ek pal ruk kar sabhi chehron ko scan kiya, phir usne apni baat aage badhai.
Zaheer
Hum sab jaante hain ki yeh canteen sirf samose, kachori aur ek do cheezon tak limited hai. Aur jab humein kuch thoda alag, thoda better chahiye hota hai, toh humein college ke bahar bhaagna padta hai. Kyun? Kyun na yahin ek open area cafe ho… ek aisa jagah jo bade scale par ho, jahan pizza ho, pasta ho, shakes ho, fast wifi ho… har wo facility jo hum deserve karte hain.
Uski har line pe kuch students ne haan me haan milana shuru kar diya. Priya ne crowd ki taraf dekh kar supportive smile di, jaise unhe motivate kar rahi ho. Taz ne apne phone par already kuch designs aur proposals open kar rakhe the, students ke saamne projection dikhane ke liye ready.
Shanu, bas cross arms kiye confident khadi thi, lekin uske chehre ki serious expression clearly dikhata tha ki wo Zaheer ke saath hai, bina kisi doubt ke.
Zaheer ne apne haath jor kar ek final punch diya.
Zaheer
Ye sirf ek cafe nahi hoga… ye humari jagah hogi. Ek space jahan hum apni marzi se baith sake, baat kar sake, apne ideas exchange kar sake… bina college ke purane system ke pressure ke. Ab decide aapko karna hai… kya aap ready ho iss change ke liye?
Canteen me taaliyan baj uthi, kuch log seeti bhi bajane lage. Zaheer ke chehre par ek confident muskaan aa gayi—usne janta ka pulse pakad liya tha.
Scene parallel chalne lagta hai—
Zaheer ki baat khatam hote hi canteen ka mahaul almost rally jaisa ho gaya tha. Students ki mixed reactions the—kuch full support me, taaliyan bajate, cheer karte… kuch bas skeptical faces ke saath chup baithe, soch rahe ki ye sab possible bhi hai ya nahi. Lekin ek baat clear thi, Zaheer ne apna agenda strong tarike se rakh diya tha.
Shanu, Priya aur Taz uske aas paas khade, uski speech ke baad crowd ke students ke sath engage karne lage—Priya softly convince karti, Taz apna phone ghuma kar mock designs aur menus dikhata, aur Shanu bas strong presence ke saath har objection ka answer deti. Zaheer neeche utar kar apni seat par casually baith gaya, lekin uski aankhen ab bhi us bheed par thi—usne feel kar liya tha ki hawa dheere dheere uske paksh me chalne lagi hai
Cut to… open lawn ke kone me Arjun ka camp.
Arjun aur uske group ne ek chhota sa stage jaisa banaya hua tha—sirf ek bench aur kuch charts, par uske around ka vibe organized aur grounded tha. Ammu saamne khadi thi, ladkiyon ko address kar rahi thi—uski awaaz me warmth aur sincerity thi.
Ammu
Humein sirf naye khane ya naye cafe ki zarurat nahi hai… humein suraksha chahiye, humein sunne wali awaaz chahiye. Hum chahti hain ki girls hostel ke liye ek proper grievance cell ho, jahan koi bhi apni problem bina darr ke share kar sake.
Girls hostel ki ladkiyan ekdum attentive thi, kuch ladkiyan toh literally aage badh kar apni baatein Ammu ko batane lagi thi—water supply issues, security guards ki attitude problems, late night gate policy… sab kuch. Arjun saamne khada, apni usual confident body language ke sath Ammu ko support karta hua.
Arjun
Aur yeh sirf hostel tak limited nahi hoga. Agar aapko koi bhi problem hai—canteen, library, faculty—hum ensure karenge ki aapki baat committee tak pohoch kar solve ho. Yeh election sirf jeetne ke liye nahi hai… yeh aapki awaaz banne ke liye hai.
Students ka group head nod karta, aur kuch ladkiyan literally feel karti thi ki pehli baar koi unke liye serious hai. Ammu unki baatein likh rahi thi, promise kar rahi thi ki unke issues solve honge.
Iss waqt parallel dikh raha tha—ek taraf Zaheer apna cafe aur modern facilities ka sapna bech raha tha, aur doosri taraf Arjun aur Ammu basic safety, rights aur problems ko address kar rahe the.
Aur sabse khaas baat… dono groups ke chhote spies dono camps me maujood the—ek dusre ke plans silently note karte hue. Rivalry ko aur hawa milne wali thi.
Dono hi groups apne apne speech ke baad collage me tehel rahe they ki dono ke raste cross hote hai,
Canteen ke bahar ke open corridor me dono camps samne samne khade the. Shor sharaba apni peak par tha—supporters ek dusre ko chillate, galiya dete, aur dhakka mukki karte. Beech me Arjun aur Zaheer ki aankhon ka contact—ekdum intense, jaise do shikari ek dusre ko tak rahe ho.
Background me sab kuch dheere chal raha tha—bachchon ki awazein stretch ho kar echo ban rahi thi, ek dum filmy slow motion.
Zaheer apni teekhi awaaz me chillata hai
Zaheer
Tu sirf lafzon ka sher hai Arjun… action me tu kabhi bhi zero hi rahega.
Arjun ka gussa ekdam phat padta hai. Uski mutthi tight hoti hai, veins ubhar aati hain aur wo aage badh kar ek powerful punch throw karta hai—seedha Zaheer ke chehre ki taraf.
Camera angle ekdum dramatic—punch hawa chheer kar jaata hai, lekin…
Zaheer last moment me duck kar jaata hai.
Aur wo punch seedha jaake… Taz ke pet me lagta hai.
Taz ka chehra pehle twist hota hai—phir uske muh se ek zabardast ULTI nikalti hai, full slow motion me hawa me uchhalti hui… aur jaake seedhi… Priya ke chehre par girti hai.
Crowd ek pal ke liye shock me freeze ho jaata hai.
Priya ka reaction—ek dum horror movie style, aankhen phat jaati hain, haath face se door hota hai aur wo chillane wali hoti hai.
Uss moment ko dekh kar Ammu aur Shanu dono ek hi saath apne muh par haath rakh leti hain—unka expression ekdum ewww wala. Dono ko ulti jaisi feel hoti hai, aur bina kuch bole jaldi jaldi corridor se door nikal jaati hain.
Arjun uss pal me Taz ko ek weird si look deta hai—thoda guilty, thoda awkward.
Arjun (andar hi andar)
Yeh kya kar diya maine…
Taz uske pet ko pakad ke halka sa jhukta hai, phir ek bechaari si smile ke saath kehta hai jaise chhodo bhai, ab main aur nahi karunga.
Crowd me hasi ki ladi phoot padti hai, lekin tension abhi bhi hawa me lambi hai.
Tabhi Zaheer Arjun ke shoulder ko jhatke se pakadta hai, usse ghumata hai aur bas ekdum cinematic slow motion fight sequence start hota hai—dono ek dusre par punch, push, grab karne lagte hain. Crowd ek taraf hasi me hai aur doosri taraf intensity me cheer kar raha hai.
Canteen ke aas paas ka atmosphere ekdum Bollywood ke funny + action combo jaisa ban gaya tha—ek taraf ulta punch aur ulti ka comedy, aur doosri taraf Arjun vs Zaheer ki asli fight ka high-voltage drama.
Arjun aur Zaheer ke beech slow motion fight start ho chuki thi.
Zaheer ne Arjun ko shoulder se ghuma kar wall ke against push kiya, Arjun ne counter me uske haath ko jhatka dekar sidha punch maara. Punch hawa ko chheer kar gaya, Zaheer neeche slip kar gaya aur dono table ke upar gir gaye.
Crashhhh! Steel ki trays, samose, thandi coffee aur chutney sab hawa me udhne lagte hain. Students apne phone nikal kar video banane lagte hain, har angle se slow motion reels capture ho rahi thi.
Ek ladka chillata hai
Bhai ye toh Instagram pe 1 million views le lega!
Ek aur ladki hass kar kehti hai
Reel ki caption hogi From Canteen to WWE!
Arjun aur Zaheer ek doosre ko dhakka dete, kisi ki plate girti hai, pani poori ka paani hawa me uchhal kar kisi aur ke kapdon par gir jata hai. Poora canteen ab comedy + chaos ka live stadium ban chuka tha.
Taz abhi bhi pet pakde hue awkward smile de raha tha, Priya tissue se apna face saaf karte karte gusse se almost fategi hi thi. Uski cheek par chutney chipki thi, jo aur bhi comedy lag rahi thi.
Crowd me shor tha—Maaro Maaro!… Arjun jeetega!… Nahi Zaheer jeetega!
Tabhi ek dum se entrance ke taraf se ek heavy authoritative awaaz gunji.
Principal
Enoughhhhhh
Principal apne haath se tables pe zor se thapp thappata hai, awaaz ek dum sharp echo karti hai.
Principal
Aaj tum dono ko disciplinary committee ke samne phir khada kiya jayega. Ek aur tamasha hua toh election kya, college me tumhari kursi bhi khatam!
Crowd ekdum silence me aa gaya. Students apne phone dheere se pocket me daal lete hain, jaise kuch hua hi nahi.
Arjun aur Zaheer dono thoda sa peeche hatega, lekin aankhen ab bhi ek dusre pe hi fix thi—jaise silently keh rahe ho yeh khatam nahi hua hai.
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