Chapter 3: Confession Wall Firestorm

Seats were arranged by marks, so by any logic, I shouldn't have been the one to give up my seat. I smiled, meeting Priya’s glare.

"Classmate, is your name written on this seat?"

Priya’s face darkened immediately.

Luckily for her, the class teacher was absent that day. The next period’s teacher tried to mediate, pulling Priya aside. "Just pick any empty seat for now. We’ll talk about the seating once your class teacher is back."

Priya glared, her tone sharp. "Fine, you have guts."

Some classmates snickered, while others pretended to be engrossed in textbooks—but their eyes flicked up, already spinning the story for lunchtime. Someone whispered, "Drama shuru ho gaya phir se," and I nearly laughed at the absurdity. Only in Rajpur College could a seat swap spark a full-blown saga.