The next day, Roshni was a whirlwind of distracted energy. She'd barely slept, the ghost of Faisal Khan's DM dancing in her head. She was clumsy and sweet as usual, nearly tripping over a step outside the lecture hall.
"Roshni! Dhyan se! Are you sleepwalking or something?" called out Niya, her practical, no-nonsense friend.
"Yaar, I'm just... tired. The weather is getting me," Roshni lied smoothly, quickly catching up with her usual college squad: Niya, Priti (the fashionista), and Ridhi (the quiet observer).
They were walking through the main quad of their Delhi college, discussing the upcoming annual function, when they all froze in front of a massive, newly mounted poster near the student notice board.
The poster was a professional shot of Faisal Khan, looking impossibly handsome and charismatic. The bold text above his photo read:
ANNUAL NIGHT 2025: SPECIAL GUEST OF HONOUR & PERFORMER Welcoming Actor & Dancer, FAISAL KHAN
A collective gasp escaped the group, but Roshni's was the loudest, a high-pitched sound that made heads turn.
"NO WAY!" Priti shrieked, dramatically throwing her hands up. "Faisal Khan is coming to our college? Oh my God, I need a new dress!"
Roshni's heart, already in overdrive from the night before, did a violent flip. Her internal monologue went into immediate panic mode.
He's coming? He's going to be here? I'm going to see him in real life? The one who DM-ed me? Oh, Mummy!
The girls immediately surrounded the poster, but their attention quickly shifted to their visibly hyperventilating friend.
"Roshni, are you okay? You look like you've just seen a ghost, or maybe... your future husband!" Niya joked, nudging her.
Roshni clutched her chest. "I'm fine, I'm fine! Just... surprised! College administration is so cool, right? They got such a big star!" she stammered, trying to sound casual and failing miserably.
Priti, however, was already connecting the dots of Roshni's long-standing, very public obsession.
"Surprised? Roshni Walia, don't try to act innocent. Hum sabko pata hai. This is like God has personally answered your prayers!" Priti said, her voice full of mischief. "Tum toh DID Little Masters se usko dekhti ho!"
"Remember her laptop background? And the five different folders of his pictures?" Niya added, enjoying Roshni's embarrassment.
Roshni blushed crimson. "Arre yaar, that was... that was just appreciation! He's a good artist. Aur sab log dekhte hain usko!"
Ridhi, who rarely spoke, finally chimed in with a dry observation. "Haan, par sab log uske naam ki 'F' series wali plates nahi kharidte."
The three friends erupted in laughter.
"Okay, okay, fine! I'm his fan! A very big fan!" Roshni admitted, throwing her hands up in surrender. "But that doesn't mean anything. I'll just be in the audience, watching like everyone else."
Priti, ever the schemer, grabbed Roshni by the shoulder. "No way! Miss Walia, this is your destiny! You have to meet him. We have to make this happen."
"Kaise, Priti? He's a celebrity. There will be heavy security, VIP lounges. Main toh line mein bhi nahi khadi ho paungi," Roshni lamented, the practical side of her Punjabi genes kicking in despite the excitement.
"Arre, dimag lagao, ladki!" Niya interjected. "We are in the organizing committee! And you, Roshni, you're the best at managing the backstage chaos. We'll make sure you're assigned as a volunteer to the VIP liaison team."
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