Rishi didn't come back out to say hello. He'd quietly slipped into the kitchen, grabbed a packet of chips, and disappeared into his room again.
Karan and Aman both burst out laughing.
Ananya, though, felt a little bad. She stared at Rishi's closed door and sighed. Poor Rishi bhaiya was probably going to feel awkward for days whenever she was around.
Still, she pushed the thought aside and bent over her notes again.
She spent the next hour going through the remaining questions with Aman, scribbling solutions on paper, listening carefully as he explained shortcuts and tricks.
Finally, she packed up her sheets and notebooks, stuffing them into her bag.
"Thank you so much, Aman bhaiya. I'll get going now."
Before Aman could answer, Karan's voice cut in from across the room.
"I'll drop you."
He didn't ask. He just said it, like a done deal.
Ananya blinked. "Okay..."
In the car...
They stepped outside, the Mussoorie cold biting the air. As they settled into the car—Karan behind the wheel, Ananya in the passenger seat—he glanced at her.
"You okay with Punjabi songs?" he asked, already reaching for the console.
She shrugged. "Yeah, I'm fine."
He hit play.
The speakers burst alive with AP Dhillon's Tere Te.
Oh mere naal khad ke tu baali jachdi (You look perfect standing next to me)
Tere bina aaukha katan pal balliye (It's hard to spend even a moment without you, girl)
Meriya tu jadaan wich jave rachdi (You're absorbed into my roots)
Kar mere masle da hal, balliye (Come solve the chaos in my life, girl)
Ni chehre tere 'te akh tiki, mutiare (My eyes stay fixed on your face, beautiful one)
Ni gabru tere 'te (All the young men are smitten with you)
The beat vibrated through the car as they pulled out of the parking lot.
Ananya blinked, a small grin tugging at her lips. "This was already on resume?"
Karan smirked. "Obviously. You think I drive around in silence?"
She shook her head. "Delhi boys."
They'd been driving for about two minutes when the next song kicked in.
She grinned. Then after a beat, spoke again, like it was just casual conversation:
"Senior... does Rishi bhaiya go to the gym?"
Karan's eyebrows shot up. For half a second, his fingers tightened around the steering wheel. Then, without a word, he reached over and tapped the screen on the music console.
A new track started blasting through the speakers—AP Dhillon's Insane.
Eh mundey pagal ne saare, galan vadian vade laare, umar di hauli adiye tu, ni bach ke reh...
(All these boys are crazy, they talk big, make big promises, you're still tender in age, girl, so you better watch out...)
The bass thumped hard enough to shake the door panels.
Ananya blinked at the sudden switch. "Why are you changing the song?"
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