A few days have been passed after that intraction with Priyanshi...one day the Chemistry teacher 'Shradha mam' had given the project work to do..Uday was the only boy who showed that project to mam...
Hey Uday....! Priyanshi said
Amm can u give me your project report because mine has not done yet and you got it checked so..I was just thinking ....
Why not you can take it..Uday said ..but please bring it back the day after tomorrow.....
I will..For sure....(Priyanshi said to Uday while nodding her head !)
Honey saw it all happening from 2 to 3 benches away .....
Hey Uday..I was about to ask u to give that project to me..Honey said
Now how iam I gona do this work.
Go and ask to Priyanshi she would probably do help you out .....Uday said(with a suspicious smile on face)
Oohh amm ok I will ask her .....but not now....in last period when school is going end then I will talk to her...
Why can't now ...Honey,,just go and ask her (Uday said)
Naah bro ..I just can't do that ...if any one of Puneet , Aryan or Tanmay saw me talking to Priyanshi...they will just "yaah yaah you have time to talk to a girl but not with us" and i don't want that....
The rest of day just went normal.. but now Honey was thinking that what he should say to Priyanshi....he just went in his own imagination....
The classes started and ended pretty well and the last class of English started.....
The teacher came in the class ...so called Pingla ...
Good evening class..today we aren't going read any chapter or poem but instead we will do our assignment of the last chapter 'The Tiger King'...
Every student will answer each question one by one .....and those who don't have assignment..Take your fuckng ass out of the class
I think he is not in good mood today.... Ayush whispered in Honey's ears
Iam thinking the same ...Honey whispered....but we don't need to fear we both have our assignments completely solved
Off course it's by luck that we have solved it also...Ayush said
The last class of the day was about end in 4 or 5 minutes...
The classroom had gone unusually quiet, every student tense under Pingla sir's sharp gaze as he fired questions one after another. Pages rustled, pens scratched hurriedly, and the weight of his bad mood pressed down like a storm cloud.
Honey sat still, his assignment open on the desk. Ayush gave him a sidelong glance, a half-smile tugging at his lips as if to say, we're safe… this time. Honey answered when asked, short and precise, careful not to draw too much attention.
The clock ticked toward the final minutes. Outside, the faint sound of footsteps and distant voices from the corridor bled into the silence of the room. Honey's thoughts drifted—not away from the lesson, but toward the question that had been circling him all day: What exactly should I say to Priyanshi when the chance finally comes?
Pingla sir snapped his book shut, the sound echoing through the room. "Enough for today. Next time, come prepared or don't bother walking in." His eyes swept the class one last time before he walked out, leaving behind a heavy silence.
For a moment, no one moved. Then, like water breaking through a dam, the chatter returned—chairs scraping, bags unzipping, friends whispering in relief.
Honey exhaled slowly, gripping his sketchbook. His heart beat faster now. The day wasn't over yet. In just a few steps, just a few words, he'd find out if he had the courage to face her.
The bell rang, sharp and final. Desks scraped, laughter spilled into the corridor, and the crowd of students rushed out, leaving only the faint echo of footsteps. Honey lingered, his bag half-zipped, waiting for the moment he'd promised himself all day.
Priyanshi was still at her desk, calmly tucking her books into her bag, unbothered by the rush outside. Honey's chest tightened, but he forced himself to move, each step deliberate.
"Priyanshi…" His voice was low, careful. "Um… about the project. Could I… borrow your notes for today?"
She paused, looking up briefly before shaking her head. "I also need them. I can't give them away."
Honey froze for a second, nerves kicking harder. Then, almost without thinking, the words slipped out:
"Do you… use Instagram?"
Her eyes softened a little. "Yes."
Honey fumbled inside his notebook, tore a small scrap of paper, and scribbled down his ID with a shaky hand. He slid it across the desk to her. "Here. This is mine."
Priyanshi glanced at the note, folded it neatly, and nodded. "I'll add you… in three minutes."
That caught him off guard. "Three minutes? How?"
She motioned toward her bag. "My phone's inside. I'll check once we're out."
For a split second, Honey just stared, caught between surprise and disbelief. Then he exhaled, a small smile tugging at his lips. "Oh… that's good. Thanks, Priyanshi."
She didn't say more—just gave the faintest nod before slinging her bag over her shoulder and heading for the door. Honey stood there, heart racing, clutching his own bag tighter.
It wasn't much. Just a short exchange, a note passed, a quiet promise. But for him, it was everything.
The corridors were alive with noise as students poured out—shouting, laughing, shoving each other playfully on their way to the bus stand. Outside, the line of buses honked one after another, drivers waving impatiently, conductors yelling for kids to hurry up.
Aryan and Tanmay ran ahead, tossing their bags on their shoulders. Puneet followed, shouting something about saving him a window seat. Even Ayush jogged toward the stand, waving back at Honey.
"See you tomorrow, bro!"
Honey just nodded, adjusting his strap, staying behind as usual. No rush. No bus to catch. His house was only a short walk away—five, maybe seven minutes at most.
He stepped out through the gate, the crowd thinning behind him. The rumble of buses filled the air, mixed with laughter and chaos, but Honey's steps were slow, quiet, steady.
He slid his phone out of his pocket again. The notification was still there. Follow request accepted.
For a moment, he just stared at it. Priyanshi had kept her word—exactly like she said. Three minutes. He could almost hear her calm voice again: "My phone's in my bag."
Honey smiled faintly to himself. The buses roared away behind him, carrying everyone else far, but he just kept walking, the evening sun warm on his face, his thoughts circling around one single idea:
Should I text first? Or wait?
Every few steps, he unlocked the screen, checking her profile again, memorizing the simplest details—the username, the plain display picture, the emptiness that somehow made it feel more real.
The street grew quieter as he turned the corner toward his lane. Just the sound of his own shoes against the dusty road now, his school bag heavy but his chest strangely light.
For once, going home didn't feel lonely.