AANYA’S POV ✧

The moment I stepped inside the school gate, a strange mix of excitement and nervousness hugged me tightly. New building, new faces, new life.

Only a handful of students wandered around—typical first day after reopening. Half of them probably still sleeping at home.

I was standing near the notice board when two girls suddenly appeared beside me.

“Hi! I’m Shruti,” one of them chirped, smiling widely.

“And I’m Shrishti,” the other added, equally friendly.

Before I could panic, they were already talking to me as if we had known each other for years. I relaxed instantly—maybe this place wasn’t as scary as I thought.

We chatted about our earlier schools, favourite subjects, teachers, and random things that made absolutely no sense yet felt comforting.

Then walked in Miss Alishka, our class teacher—pretty, polite, and oddly sharp. Sweet voice, but I could sense she wasn’t someone to underestimate.

She smiled warmly at me, placed a hand on my shoulder and said,

“Welcome to the class, Aanya. I’m glad you’re here.”

Not sure if I should trust her sweetness… but well, it worked on me.

The rest of the day?

Absolute torture.

I spent the entire school hours introducing myself to every single teacher.

“Tell me about yourself.”

“Your hobbies?”

“Where are you from?”

“Favourite subject?”

“Again?”

“Seriously… again?”

By lunch time, even my soul was done giving introductions.

When I finally reached home, Mumma and Papa were already waiting like two excited detectives.

I told them everything—Shruti, Shrishti, Miss Alishka, boring introductions, and how I nearly slept in math class. After changing, I sat to study for a bit.

Then—ting.

A notification popped up.

A PDF.

I opened it.

HOUSE LIST

Green House – Shastri House.

My name was there… and just above it—

Rudransh Singhania.

Only two names. His and mine.

I blinked.

Who was this Rudransh? Why just us? Why Green House? I’d always been in Red before.

Curiosity chewed at me like a tiny mouse.

I even searched for him on our WhatsApp group participants… but nothing.

Not even a profile picture.

I made a small pout at my screen, feeling oddly defeated.

“Whatever,” I muttered, tossing the phone aside.

And just like that, sleep pulled me under.

✧ RUDRANSH’S POV (HOME SCENE)

I love quiet mornings.

My window was open, letting in soft sunlight and the sound of distant birds. The house felt peaceful—like it always did. No noise, no rush, no chaos. Just calm.

I sat at my study table, books neatly arranged, notes highlighted in pastel shades. Tea cup beside me, cooling slowly.

While others dragged themselves to school today…

I stayed home.

One more week before I join. Works perfectly for me—silence helps me think.

I revised Physics, solved two chapters of Math, and made fresh notes for Biology. Not because someone forced me, but because it felt grounding… predictable… safe.

Mumma peeked inside at one point.

“Break le lo, Rudra,” she whispered.

I nodded, but continued writing.

My world didn’t need too much noise.

Just books, the steady sweep of my pen, and the comfort of my quiet thoughts.

Somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered how the new session would be when I finally joined.

New classmates… new faces…

Nothing too special, I assumed.

I had no idea someone out there had already seen my name.

And was curious.

✧ AUTHOR’S POV ✧

Two different worlds had begun their first chapter.

Aanya—sunshine wrapped in innocence—entered school with curiosity tucked in her pocket and nervous excitement dancing in her eyes. She made friends, met teachers, survived endless introductions, and discovered the first unexpected connection to a boy she hadn’t even seen yet.

Rudransh—calm like dawn, steady like breath—spent his day in the silent warmth of his home, surrounded by books and tranquility, unaware that his name had already found a place in someone’s thoughts… even if only out of curiosity.

Fate had quietly written their names together in Green House.

But destiny?

Destiny had much bigger plans.