The morning sun poured into the bustling college as Khushi Ahuja hurriedly made her way to her first lecture of the day. she was late. Akash and his friends had decided it was the perfect morning to show off by trying to rag her. Their laughter echoed in her ears as she dodged them, finally managing to free herself from their playful game.
Rushing into the lecture hall, Khushi barely caught her breath before she stood at the door. "Sir, may I come in?" she asked, her voice a mix of hope and anxiety.
"Latecomers are not allowed in my class. Get out," came the icy reply from Arnav Singh Raizada,
"But sir, I-"
"I said get out, Miss...
Aditya say Ahuja , Miss ahuja
The word "Ahuja" hung in the air, a ghost of the past that momentarily stunned Arnav. He had memories attached to that name, a past he thought he could forget, but instead, it only fueled his anger.
Dejected, Khushi huffed, "Sir, you don't understand..."
"I don't need your childish excuses," he interjected, already turning his back to her.
As the lecture continued, Khushi chose a corner seat, her heart heavy with frustration. Days passed, and each time she entered his classroom, she was met with the same cold dismissal. Arnav had made it a point to expel her every single time, believing he was doing what was best. Khushi felt unjustly punished, and each day, she tried to argue her case, but Arnav remained unmoved by her pleas.
Then came the day of the test. Khushi sat with a blank sheet in front of her, panic racing through her veins. She hadn't properly attended his classes, and with every tick of the clock, her dread grew. After the results were handed back-her marks dismal-she knew she had to confront him.
After class, she stormed into his office, heart pounding. "Why are you doing this to me? What have I done? You haven't let me attend a single class!" Her voice echoed with anger and betrayal.
Arnav leaned back, crossing his arms, clearly irritated. "Lack of preparation is your fault, not mine. We don't need careless students in my class."
Khushi couldn't believe what she was hearing. "Careless? Tell me what I've done carelessly! Han mujhse galti hui thi first day , maine aapse batmeezi b ki thi but I apologized, but that doesn't mean you can ruin my entire year!" She took a deep breath, trying to stay grounded. She leave...
Aman, overheard their heated exchange and entered the room. "What's going on, Arnav? Who is she?"
Arnav brushed it off, "It's nothing. Just an AI student."
"Her name is Khushi Ahuja, right?" Aman pressed.
Arnav nodded, confused by the sudden seriousness in Aman's tone.
"And that's why you're treating her like this?" Aman exclaimed. "You're letting your past cloud your judgment. She is not Karishma Ahuja. She's Khushi, and from what I hear, she's brilliant! Don't ruin her career because of your bias."
A realization hit Arnav. He was not only unfair but also the architect of a narrative that was untrue. He had allowed his unresolved feelings toward one Ahuja to spill over onto another, and it was time to change that.
Days turned into weeks, and the walls between them gradually came down. He began recognizing her efforts and skill, while she learned to navigate his strict exterior.
Though their paths had begun in misunderstanding, they now blossomed into respect and camaraderie. Arnav still had memories tied to the name Ahuja, but they were slowly being rewritten, learning that sometimes, the past can teach us how to build a better present. Together, in a large classroom filled with students, they found themselves compelled towards something deeper-a connection that only forged through understanding and growth.