Indhu's POV
Apparently, the school had given us a break because some events were happening for the lower classes. We were instructed to study.
But honestly… when was the last time I even touched my book?
The V5 were clearly not in the mood either.
No waking up early. No uniforms. No exams or competitions.
No school. No alarms. Just peace.
And obviously… a little chaos.
At exactly 9:00 a.m., a new message popped up in our group chat.
Aditya: "Okay. Let's all stay OFFLINE today. No phones, no chats. Everyone go do something weird and meet in the evening to tell what happened. Pinky promise. Offline challenge begins… now!"
I immediately replied.
Me: "Why? What nonsense idea is this?"
Swetha: "Challenge accepted. But if I go to jail doing something weird, it's on you."
Rohan: "I'm gonna do something that'll make national headlines. Wait for it."
Charlotte: "I'll try. But if someone calls me, I'll pick up okay 😤"
And just like that, the Offline Challenge began.
Aditya's Day — Aditya's POV
I actually took the challenge seriously.
No gadgets. No phone. No cheating.
I opened my mom's old recipe book and decided to cook—without YouTube, without help, without fear.
One kitchen disaster later, i had created something that looked like either a burnt cookie or an extremely angry idli.
My parents applauded the effort… with visible concern.
Standing there, staring at the plate, i realized this wasn't cooking—it was an experiment that had gone emotionally wrong. 😭🍽️
Rohan's Day — Rohan's POV
Well you see , I went full rebel mode.
I wore a "DENIM BLACK COAT" serioulsy in this summer i wore it which i regretted later and a sunglasses.
I walked around the neighborhood pretending to be a lost star from the 90s. I even stopped a stranger and asked for a selfie, confidently saying,
"Don't you recognize me? I'm from Stranger Things… specifically the episode where the food attacks back."
The stranger ran.
I considered it as a successful performance.
Swetha's Day — Swetha's POV
I went to my cousin's house.
There, i taught a five-year-old kid how to dramatically fall down like in TV serials. Together, we spent two hours acting out soap-opera scenes with slow-motion crying and exaggerated emotions.
By the end, the parents politely—but desperately—asked her to leave.
The child was ready for prime-time television… and the adults were ready to file a missing-person report on my common sense. 😭📺
Charlotte's Day — Charlotte's POV
Finally iam stress free
I loved silence ..
So i visited a nearby art café.
She sat with her sketchbook and started drawing caricatures of people around her—an angry aunty, a sleepy barista, and one guy who strangely looked like a confused william.
When someone peeked over her shoulder, she simply smiled and said,
"It's abstract."
My Day — Indhu's POV
I was determined to win this challenge.
I locked my phone inside a cupboard and went outside, just watching people pass by. Slowly, my imagination kicked in.
That uncle? Former spy.
That kid? Secretly forty years old.
That dog? Definitely a time traveler.
By noon, I was lying on the ground, laughing at my own thoughts like a mad scientist.
Evening — Indhu's POV
By 6:00 p.m., we all met at a tiny ice cream shop.
We were exhausted.
And laughing nonstop.
We shared our ridiculous offline stories while the people around us stared, confused about why a group of teenagers were laughing so hard over things like Broadband Bollywood uncle and angry idli cookies.
Charlotte finally said, "Next time, let's prank the whole city."
Swetha replied, "No. Next time, let's stay offline forever."
I laughed. "I swear, today felt like a movie. I was the heroine. And the villain. And the director."
Aditya smirked. "I declare myself… winner of the Offline Challenge."
Rohan stood up dramatically. "I declare… indigestion."
We laughed so hard that the shopkeeper offered us water, shaking his head at the chaos.
Aditya almost dropped his phone trying to capture Rohan's slow-motion yoga fail.
Swetha and Charlotte were holding each other like they'd seen a ghost.
I leaned back, grinning, my eyes catching the last glow of the evening sun.
It was one of those perfect, unplanned evenings—
where nothing remarkable happens,
but you never want it to end.