EP-3
It was a peaceful Tuesday morning. Birds were chirping. The sun was shining. Ayaan Malhotra had just entered the classroom, armed with a fresh cup of black coffee and a lecture plan about mitosis.
The class stood silently as he walked in — the girls swooning over his rolled-up sleeves and jawline like they were auditioning for a shampoo commercial.
But in the last row?
Tanya Sharma was plotting.
She had just connected her Bluetooth speaker (bright pink, bedazzled, with “Queen Mode ON” written in glitter) to her phone. She thought she had turned off autoplay.
She had not.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He Set down his books.* “Good morning. Open to page 46. We’re starting cell division today.”
And then it happened.
🎶 “Main character energy... too glam to give a damn!” 🎶
The speaker BLASTED.
Everyone jumped. A girl screamed. A boy dropped his book.
Ayaan froze mid-sentence, blinking like someone just slapped him with a fish.
Slowly… so very slowly… his eyes traveled to the back row.
Where Tanya sat frozen, mouth full of chips, eyes wide like a deer caught doing crimes.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Tanya, What… is that?”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She panicked.* “It’s not mine.”
The speaker lit up: “Tanya’s iPhone connected”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She cleared her throat.* “It’s Rahul’s.”
Ayaan stared at the skeleton model sitting next to her with sunglasses and a tiny baseball cap on.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You’re blaming your Bluetooth playlist on a plastic skeleton.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She nodded solemnly.* “Rahul has great taste.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Do you want detention or a psych evaluation?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Honestly? Surprise me.”
The speaker blared again.
🎶 “Walking like I own the lab, slaying every single jab—” 🎶
Ayaan ripped the speaker out of her bag like it was a ticking bomb.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“TANYA. I am this close—this close—to writing your name on my resignation letter as the reason.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She stood, dramatic as ever.* “Please do. Let the world know I broke the hottest statue in the country.”
The class BURST out laughing.
Ayaan ran a hand down his face.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“God, give me strength.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She pulled out a juice box and offered it.* “Want this? Heard Vitamin C helps with stress.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I need Vitamin Patience.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Not in stock, Sir. I checked Amazon.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He closed his eyes.* “Why can’t you be like the other girls in this class?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“They flirt with you. I have self-respect. *sipping her juice.* Also, they don’t have a skeleton boyfriend named Rahul. I do. We’re loyal over here.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He muttered under his breath* “I want to live in a cave.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Just take Rahul’s place. That way you can finally rest — emotionally, I mean.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“One more word and I’ll assign you a 10-page handwritten essay on fungal infections.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Yes, Statue Sir.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I SAID ONE MORE WORD!”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She whispered to sanvi* “He’s so tense. Someone get this man a hug... or therapy.”
Tanya: 100
Ayaan: 0
Rahul the Skeleton: thriving
The auditorium was buzzing with excitement. It was the college fest — lights, music, and more glitter than Tanya’s personality.
And standing near the stage, holding a mic and dying internally, was none other than Professor Ayaan Malhotra.
He had been blackmailed—ahem, requested—to be the judge for the fashion walk competition.
He stood there like a statue (as always), clearly plotting revenge on whoever signed him up for this.
The host called out, “Next up… Miss Tanya Sharma, representing the Biology Department!”
The crowd cheered.
Ayaan rolled his eyes. Of course it’s her.
And then…
She appeared.
Wearing a giant circular foam costume, complete with hand-drawn organelles and glitter labels.
Across her chest, it read in bold letters:
“MITOCHONDRIA – THE POWERHOUSE OF THE FASHION SHOW.”
Ayaan blinked.
The crowd went NUTS.
She had actual cell structures pinned to her.
Mitochondria, ribosomes, Golgi apparatus — and a literal flag that read:
“Statue Sir, are you proud?”
Ayaan looked like he was going to pass out.
She walked — no, strutted — down the ramp in full dramatic model mode, pointing finger-guns at the crowd, blowing kisses, and spinning like she was at Paris Fashion Week.
She even posed with a microscope prop, dropped to one knee and whispered into it..
Tanya sharma/FL
“This one’s for you, Ayaan Sir. Keep sciencing.”
The crowd was in tears of laughter.
One student whispered, “She’s insane.”
Another added, “She’s iconic.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*he slowly took off his glasses and cleaned them.* “Maybe I’m hallucinating.”
Tanya ended her walk with a twirl, held the flag up high, and shouted into the mic:
Tanya sharma/FL
“If you can teach biology like it’s a TED Talk for depressed robots…
I can SLAY in a mitochondria suit. Balance, Sir. Balance.”
She winked. Blew him a kiss. Dropped the mic. Walked off.
The auditorium exploded.
Ayaan stood frozen.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I’m leaving the country.” *he muttered.*
Rahul the skeleton was sitting in the corner. Even he looked impressed.
Ayaan walked past her in the hallway.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“Tanya.”
Tanya sharma/FL
*She turned around with a smirk.* “Yes, Statue Sir?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You’re getting detention.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Perfect!” *she grinned.* “I’ll wear my mitochondria costume. You like educated women, right?”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
*He blinked.* “...I don’t get paid enough for this.”
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