Friday. 5:30 PM.
I reached the class early. Shocking, I know.
Even sir looked confused, like I broke some universal law.
Sir: “Ameena… on time?” Me: “Yes sir. New me.” Sir: “Are you okay? Fever? Possessed?”
I ignored him and slid into the bench beside Devitha, who was already halfway into her tiffin box.
Devitha: “I saved a banana fritter for you.” Me: “I take back every rude thing I’ve ever said to you.”
As the others came in, Sinan tripped over Aahil's foot, shouted something dramatic, and started limping like an old Malayalam hero.
Sinan: “This is it. My final tuition class.” Rayyan: “You tripped. Get up, Mammootty.”
We were still laughing when the 12th batch entered.
Cue background music.
Cue wind from the fan dramatically hitting Suhail’s hair.
Cue me pretending not to notice but also checking if I look half decent in the reflection of sir’s water bottle.
Suhail, Aaliya, Amna, Diya, Jasim, Ameen, and the rest of the gang walked in, full of unnecessary senior energy.
Suhail gave me the tiniest nod.
I tried to smile back but accidentally dropped my pen.
It rolled across the floor and stopped near his feet.
He bent down.
Picked it up.
And said…
> "Again? You drop things more than this country drops fuel prices."
Me: 🫠
Whole class: 😭💀🤣
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6:20 PM: The Lights Betray Us
Suddenly—BOOM.
Total blackout.
Fans stopped.
Tube lights died.
Sir: “Power cut… again?!”
Naznin: “Sir, what do we do now?”
Sir: “We study in darkness. Like warriors.”
Jumana: “Sir, we’re not ninjas.”
Then it happened.
Everyone took out their mobile flashlights.
At first, it was peaceful.
Then chaos.
Amaan P.A. shone his flashlight on Emmanuel’s face like a horror movie.
Emmanuel: “I’m already scared of life. Don’t add more.”
Yaseen made creepy faces. Aaliya screamed. Sreekumar tried using the flashlight as a disco light. Surya Gayathri turned on camera filter mode.
Sir: “Are we studying or shooting a short film??”
Suhail, seated diagonally behind me, suddenly whispered:
> “Ameena, is this a tuition class or a ghost hunting squad?”
I turned to reply.
And that's when he caught me.
Holding my phone up.
With BTS paused mid-dance.
My screen? Jimin doing that smile.
Suhail leaned over with a grin and said…
> “Is this the real syllabus you’re studying?”
I DIED ON THE SPOT.
Devitha screamed with laughter. Naznin nearly dropped her phone. Jumana shouted, “Caught red-handed!” and even sir laughed without knowing why.
I was trying to hide my phone when Suhail added:
> “At least your hero dances. Mine just gives me maths homework.”
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7:10 PM: Torchlight Games Begin
Ameen shouted: “Let’s play ‘Flashlight Tag’!”
The rules: Flashlight on someone’s face. That person has to answer a funny question or do a dare.
First target: Sinan.
Question: “If you were a vegetable, which one would you be?”
Sinan: “Onion. I make people cry.”
Second: Amna.
Dare: “Speak in Shakespearean English for 1 minute.”
Amna: “Oh sir, thy equations do murder mine soul.”
Whole class lost it.
Next victim: Me.
Suhail was holding the light.
He smirked. “Tell the truth. Have you ever dreamt about someone in this class?”
The class: 😳😳😳
Me: 🧍♀️💀
Devitha: full pig mode laugh before I even answered
I panicked.
Blurted out: “YES. I MEAN NO. I MEAN… LEAVE ME ALONE!”
Sir, standing in the dark near the blackboard: “Do I need to turn into CID for this class?”
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8:25 PM: Light Returns, Dignity Doesn’t
Finally, power came back.
Fans whooshed.
Tube lights blinked on.
Everyone’s eyes hurt like we were vampires.
Sir: “Enough drama for today. Class dismissed!”
As we packed up, I walked past Suhail, trying to act chill.
He said, loud enough for me to hear:
> “Next time I catch you with BTS during class… I’m joining your bias list.”
I turned, horrified. “Excuse me??”
He winked.
> “Just sayin’. I dance better than Jimin.”
He walked off.
And that’s when I knew—
I wasn’t just in trouble.
I was in deep, hopeless, heart-thudding one-sided trouble.
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