EP-4
Ayaan Malhotra walked down the corridor toward his office, holding a pile of lab reports and exactly zero expectations for joy.
He’d given Tanya Sharma detention — again — and told her to sit quietly in his office and sort files.
That was his first mistake.
Because the moment he opened the door…
He froze.
Blinking.
Horrified.
His lab-turned-office had been pinkified.
Hot pink curtains. Fairy lights. Glitter bombs. A Barbie poster on his whiteboard that said “Statue Sir: Ken if he had issues.”
His actual microscope was now covered in rhinestones.
And sitting behind his desk — in his chair — was Tanya Sharma, sipping a strawberry milkshake with Rahul the Skeleton wearing a tiara.
She grinned.
Tanya sharma/FL
“Welcome to Barbie’s Bio-Lab, Sir. We don’t do stress here, only ✨aesthetics✨.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
He dropped the files.
“What. Did. You. DO.”
Tanya sharma/FL
She stood dramatically. “I gave this dull little dungeon a makeover! You’re welcome. Don’t worry, your plants are fine. I just renamed them.”
He scanned the room.
One pot plant now had a label that read: “Sir’s last surviving joy”
Another: “RIP Ayaan’s patience – 2022-2025”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
He took a deep breath. “You... changed my microscope.”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Improved,” she corrected. “Now it sparkles. Science deserves glam.”
He turned to grab his phone to call security.
Then froze again.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
"What… what’s this?” he whispered, staring at his once-sleek black phone.
It now had a glittering pink phone case with bunny ears and the words:
“World’s Cutest Professor 💕”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I hate this. I hate ALL of this.”
Tanya sharma/FL
She stood behind him, holding a heart-shaped pillow. “Sir, it suits you. Really softens your usual 'I drink bitterness for breakfast' vibe.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
He turned slowly. “Tanya. Why. The hell. Is there a scented candle that smells like cotton candy on my desk?”
Tanya sharma/FL
“Because your energy is burnt toast. Needed balance.”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“I’m confiscating your soul.”
Tanya sharma/FL
She gasped. “Joke’s on you, I sold it in 3rd grade for extra marks in Maths!”
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
He sat down, defeated, surrounded by glitter and scented smoke. “You’re the reason my therapist blocked me.”
Tanya sharma/FL
She patted his shoulder. “It’s okay, Sir. We all need a little pink in our lives. Even emotionally constipated statues like you.”
He picked up his phone. Tried to remove the case.
It wouldn’t budge.
He stared at it. Then at her. Then at the case again.
Ayaan Malhotra/ML
“You glued it, didn’t you.”
Tanya sharma/FL
She winked. “Permanent like our bond, Sir.”
Ayaan let out a noise that sounded like a dying goat.
💅 Tanya Sharma: turning biology into Barbieology
Ayaan Malhotra: now a proud owner of a pink bunny phone
🦴 Rahul: still slaying with his tiara
Comments
ivy
author please 🙏🥺 forward my story thanks 👍😊 and good story
2025-07-25
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