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The train rattled along the tracks, the rhythmic chugging blending with the chatter of passengers. The scent of chai and samosas filled the air, mixing with the occasional shriek of children and the distant calls of vendors. Amidst the chaos of the bustling train compartment, Vanika Kapoor was engaged in a war—a war for a packet of chips.

“Give it back, Ritvik! It’s mine!” Vanika lunged across the seat, her fingers outstretched, desperately trying to snatch the bright yellow packet from her elder brother’s grip.

Ritvik, two years older, smug, and annoyingly stronger, leaned back against the window, holding the packet high above his head. “Finders, keepers, little sister.” He smirked, shaking the bag tauntingly.

Vanika huffed, narrowing her eyes. “I bought it! You stole it from my bag when I went to get water.”

“So? You should’ve hidden it better.”

Vanika growled, then without warning, pounced on him like a wild cat, shaking his arm violently. The train lurched, making her stumble, but she quickly regained balance and clung onto his wrist.

“Mom! Look at Ritvik, he’s stealing my food again!” she yelled dramatically, drawing the attention of their mother, who was busy checking their luggage.

“Stop fighting, both of you!” Mrs. Kapoor sighed, rubbing her temples. “Vanika, sit down. Ritvik, if you don’t give her the chips, I’ll take them myself.”

Ritvik groaned, but before he could protest, Vanika grabbed the opportunity. With all her strength, she yanked his arm and—

CRACK!

The packet burst open mid-air, and chips rained down like confetti.

For a moment, the two siblings just stared. The chips lay scattered on the seat, the floor, and even on a grumpy old uncle sitting nearby.

The uncle—a man in his sixties with thick-rimmed glasses and a scowl that could terrify anyone—glared at them. He slowly picked up a lone chip from his lap, inspecting it as if it were evidence in a crime scene.

Vanika gulped.

Ritvik gulped harder.

Their mother sighed in exhaustion.

“This is why I say behave in public!” she scolded, flicking both of them on their foreheads. “Can you two not act like wild animals for one train journey?”

Ritvik rubbed his forehead, muttering, “She started it…”

Vanika stuck her tongue out at him.

The uncle cleared his throat loudly. “Youngsters these days—no discipline, no manners! Fighting over chips like street kids!” He shook his head, clearly irritated.

Vanika, never one to stay silent, folded her arms. “Uncle, it’s not about chips. It’s about justice.”

The uncle squinted at her. “Justice?”

“Yes,” she nodded, serious. “It was my chips. He stole them. I fought for what was mine. That’s not lack of discipline, that’s fighting for my rights.”

Ritvik snorted. “Yeah, right. Drama queen.”

Their mother facepalmed, muttering something about why did I have two children instead of one?

The uncle let out a long sigh and turned away without another word, clearly deciding it wasn’t worth the argument.

Vanika flopped back on her seat, groaning. “Ugh. Now I don’t even have chips.”

Ritvik grinned and pulled another unopened packet from his bag. “Maybe next time, little sis.”

Vanika gasped. “You had another one? You—” She jumped on him again, and the train continued speeding toward Delhi, their new home, filled with promises of adventure, mischief, and the unknown.

The train screeched to a halt at New Delhi Railway Station, the chaotic blend of voices, honking rickshaws, and hurried footsteps filling the air. Vanika Kapoor, still sulking over her lost chips battle, stepped out onto the platform, taking in the sight of the crowded station, glowing signboards, and endless streams of people rushing past.

“Welcome to Delhi,” her mother sighed, adjusting her dupatta while balancing two heavy bags.

“Feels like a battlefield,” Ritvik muttered, yawning. “And we’re the clueless soldiers.”

“Or explorers,” Vanika corrected, a smirk forming. “Delhi is full of mysteries waiting to be solved.”

Her father, Mr. Kapoor, gave them a strict look. “Before any mysteries, let’s solve the first problem—getting home with all this luggage.”

After what felt like an eternity of dragging suitcases, avoiding auto drivers overcharging them, and almost losing a bag in the crowd, they finally managed to book a cab.

Vanika pressed her nose against the car window as they drove past the historical buildings, vibrant street markets, and busy roads of Delhi.

“Look at this city! It’s alive,” she whispered to herself, excitement bubbling inside her.

Ritvik, unimpressed, scrolled through his phone. “It’s loud, crowded, and smells like pollution.”

Vanika rolled her eyes. “Ugh, you have no sense of adventure.”

As they turned into a quieter residential area, her father pointed ahead. “That’s our new house.”

Vanika’s eyes widened.

The two-story house stood in a peaceful lane, with a small garden at the front and a large balcony on the upper floor. It wasn’t luxurious, but it had a warm, welcoming charm.

“Not bad,” Ritvik admitted, grabbing his backpack.

Mrs. Kapoor was already at the gate, instructing the movers, while their father sorted out the paperwork with the landlord.

Vanika? She was already plotting her escape.

Inside the House –

The moment they stepped inside, the unpacking began. Suitcases opened, furniture was arranged, and chaos filled the rooms.

Vanika threw herself on the soft mattress of her new bed, stretching her arms. “Finally! My own space.”

But her mind was elsewhere.

Delhi. The city of food, history, and endless places to explore.

Her mother’s voice snapped her out of her thoughts. “Vanika and ritvik help me in the kitchen!”

“Coming!” called, already forming a plan in their head.

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To be continue

Vanika Kapoor wasn’t exactly excited about school. Sure, a new city, a new start sounded fun, but waking up at 6 AM? Torture.

She groaned, pulling the blanket over her head as her mother’s voice echoed through the house.

“Vanika! Jaldi utho, warna pehle din late ho jaogi!”

Late? That one word jolted her awake.

After rushing through breakfast, grabbing her bag, and tying her hair in a messy ponytail, Vanika ran out of the house.

Ritvik, standing near the car, smirked. “Aaj pehla din hai, aur tu pehle se late?”

“Band kar apni bakwas,” she muttered, throwing her bag into the backseat.

The ride to school was filled with Vanika’s daydreams about making friends, exploring the campus, and maybe even finding a secret spot to bunk classes.

What she didn’t expect was to land in trouble within the first hour.

Vanika entered the school a little too confidently, looking around at the huge building, manicured lawns, and students in crisp uniforms.

"Not bad," she muttered.

Then she saw a group of juniors struggling to carry a pile of books while some bully seniors laughed at them.

That ticked her off.

Vanika marched towards them, crossed her arms, and said, “Itna mazaa kyun aa raha hai? Tumhare muscles books uthane ke kaam nahi aate?”

The seniors turned to her, surprised. “Aur tu kaun hai?”

“Tumhari akal,” she shot back. “Bas use karne ka tareeka nahi aata.”

A few people snickered. The bullies frowned. One stepped forward. “Dekh, nayi ho toh tameez se reh. Samjhi?”

Vanika raised an eyebrow. “Tameez? Tum logon mein hai nahi, toh mere se expect mat karo.”

The bully was about to say something when a deep, composed voice interrupted.

“Yeh ho kya raha hai?”

Everyone froze.

Standing there was Reyansh Singhania.

The Head Boy. The rule enforcer. The calm but intimidating perfectionist.

Vanika turned to him, her first thought being—“Yeh teacher hai ya student?”

Reyansh looked at her with an unreadable expression. His neatly pressed uniform, serious eyes, and no-nonsense vibe screamed ‘strict’.

“The new student?” His voice was neutral but firm.

Vanika blinked. “Haan, problem?”

His jaw tightened slightly. “Yes. Breaking rules on the first day is a problem.”

She scoffed. “Maine kya kiya?”

“You interfered in a situation without reporting it to the student council. We have protocols,” he said, voice calm yet sharp.

Vanika rolled her eyes. “Bachchon ko books uthwaana protocol ka part hai kya?”

There was a flicker of surprise in Reyansh’s eyes—probably because no one dared to argue with him like this.

The seniors shifted uncomfortably. “Sir, yeh—”

“Enough.” Reyansh shot them a warning glance before looking back at Vanika.

“Next time, instead of creating a scene, follow the school’s disciplinary process.”

Vanika crossed her arms. “Agar kisi ka time waste karna ek school rule hai, toh yeh bhi likhwa dijiye.”

Reyansh narrowed his eyes. “Detention.”

Vanika blinked. “Kya?”

“You have detention,” he repeated, before walking away.

Vanika stood there, stunned. Pehle din detention? Yeh toh record hai!

Ritvik was going to laugh at her for weeks.

But as she watched Reyansh disappear into the crowd, she smirked.

"Challenge accepted, Mr. Head Boy."

Vanika Kapoor had many achievements in life—eating ten golgappas in one minute, sleeping through an entire history lecture, and convincing her mom that her homework was already done.

But getting detention on the first day of school?

Naya record ban gaya.

As she strolled into the detention room, she expected to see a bunch of troublemakers—kids who broke the rules, got caught fighting, or maybe even planned a mini rebellion.

Instead, she found only one person sitting inside.

And that person was Reyansh Singhania.

"Yahan bhi tum?"

Vanika paused at the door, confused. “Tumhe bhi detention mila kya?”

Reyansh, who was calmly reading a book, didn’t even look up. “Main detention supervise kar raha hoon.”

Vanika smirked and took a seat. “Of course. Mr. Perfect Head Boy jo ho.”

Reyansh sighed, finally glancing at her. “Yeh tumhari punishment hai. Please chup chaap baitho.”

Vanika leaned back in her chair. “Tumhe lagta hai main chup reh sakti hoon?”

Reyansh gave her a blank look. “Unfortunately, nahi.”

Vanika grinned. “Wah, tumhe sense of humor bhi hai?”

Reyansh ignored her and went back to his book. Vanika, on the other hand, tapped her fingers on the desk, swung her legs, and even hummed a song—just to see if he’d react.

But the guy was a human robot. No reaction at all.

Finally, she huffed. “Yeh kaun si book hai jo tum itne dhyan se padh rahe ho?”

Reyansh lifted the book slightly, revealing the title—“The Psychology of Discipline”.

Vanika burst out laughing. “Tum sach mein insaan ho ya kisi rulebook ka human version?”

Reyansh closed the book with a sigh. “Mujhe kaam karne do.”

Vanika smirked. “Kaunsa kaam? Meri taang kheenchne ka?”

Reyansh gave her a sharp look. “Agar detention mazaak lag raha hai toh main Principal se baat kar sakta hoon. Extra punishment bhi mil sakti hai.”

Vanika raised an eyebrow. “Punishment ka bhi ek rulebook hoga na tumhare paas?”

Reyansh didn’t answer. Instead, he took out a register and started writing.

Vanika leaned forward, trying to peek. “Yeh kya likh rahe ho?”

He didn’t respond.

Vanika rolled her eyes. “Mujhe bhi bata do. Kahin mera naam **‘Most Annoying Student’ category mein likh toh nahi rahe?”

Reyansh finally looked at her. “Woh category already full hai. Tumhara naam mujhe alag likhna padega.”

Vanika gasped dramatically. “Ouch. Yeh sarcasm tha?”

Reyansh didn’t smile, but his lips twitched slightly.

Vanika noticed. Mr. Head Boy ko hassne se rokne ki practice bhi ki hogi, pakka.

Reyansh vs Vanika: Round 1 Ends

The next thirty minutes passed with Vanika asking random questions, Reyansh ignoring them, and the clock moving painfully slow.

Finally, the detention time ended.

As Vanika grabbed her bag, she turned to Reyansh. “Aaj ka din mazedar tha.”

Reyansh raised an eyebrow. “Detention mazedar lag raha hai tumhe?”

Vanika smirked. “Jab tum mujhe punishment doge, toh main bhi tumhe pareshaan karna mera farz samjhungi.”

Reyansh sighed, looking at her like she was a problem he didn’t sign up for.

But as Vanika walked out, she had a feeling—yeh sirf shuruaat thi.

Reyansh Singhania strict ho sakta hai, serious ho sakta hai, Head Boy ho sakta hai…

Lekin Vanika Kapoor ka samna karna itna aasaan nahi tha.

Kaisa laga yeh chapter? Vanika aur Reyansh ki takkar aur chemistry thodi aur intense karein ya perfect hai?