Trouble in a Blazer

A tall guy stepped forward, dressed in a deep green button-up shirt that hugged his frame just right, subtly hinting at his athletic build. Black baggy pants hung loosely around his legs, and a sleek black blazer completed his look. Glasses perched neatly on the bridge of his nose, adding a scholarly edge. His dark blue, wavy and messy hair fell gracefully around his forehead, framing ocean-deep blue eyes—eyes that held both quiet intensity and gentle mischief. Despite his sharp attire, he manages to look cute.

The guy – “Excuse me, sir? I’d like to say something.”

Mr. Axel looked up, already half-smiling.

Mr. Axel – “Of course. Oh—wait a second. Do you two know each other?”

Jiya blinked, slightly caught off guard.

Jiya – “No, sir. I don’t really recall seeing him around.”

Mr. Axel – “Hmm. But Jiya, you know most of the council members, don’t you?”

Jiya – [Nodding] “Yes, sir. We’ve celebrated nearly every event together. I’ve met most of them over time.”

Mr. Axel – “Well then, allow me to give you a proper introduction. Jiya, this is our Vice President—Rudra Pratap Singh.”

Rudra offered a small, lopsided smile, effortless and cool.

Rudra – [Playfully] “Come on, sir. How could someone as noticeable and well-regarded as Jiya Malhotra possibly remember someone like me?”

His words hung between them, playful yet layered with meaning. His gaze finally met hers. Blue locked with brown. For a split second, time seemed to stutter.

A light flush rose on Jiya’s cheeks, subtle but undeniable.

Jiya (to herself) – How does he manage to look hot and cute at the same time? I need to stay alert… focus, Jiya.

Jiya – “Actually, you’ve never shown up in front of me before.”

Rudra – [With a light shrug] “You’re right. I haven’t had much time to meet everyone yet.”

Jiya – [Raising a brow with a smirk] “Are you being rude with that cute face of yours?”

Rudra’s lips curled into a smug grin, one that could stir trouble.

Mr. Axel – “Alright, let’s not hold things up. Jiya, weren’t you heading to class?”

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Jiya – “Thank you, sir, for reminding me. I’ll take my leave now.”

With a quick nod, she turned and walked off, the click of her shoes echoing as she exited the room.

Later, after class...

Students were filing out, chatter and footsteps filling the hallway. Suddenly, a loud thud echoed—right in front of Jiya and Riya. Rudra was sprawled on the floor, looking slightly disoriented.

A wave of muffled laughter rippled through the corridor.

Without hesitation, Jiya extended her hand.

Jiya – “You okay?”

Rudra glanced up, his pride a little bruised, but he took her hand.

Rudra – [Chuckling] “I know. That was... really embarrassing.”

Jiya – “Don’t worry. Happens to the best of us.”

Riya, standing beside them, eyed their still-linked hands.

Riya – [Dryly] “Gentleman and lady, will we be witnessing a full-length romcom hand-holding moment?”

Both snapped back to reality and quickly let go.

Riya – “Right then, I’m off. I’ve got another friend to torment—oops, I mean catch up with.”

Jiya – [Calling after her] “You’re such a terrible friend!”

Riya (grinning over her shoulder) – “And yet you still love me.”

Rudra glanced around, shifting awkwardly as a few students still stared from afar.

Rudra – “Should we maybe… go somewhere else? People are still watching.”

Jiya let out a soft chuckle.

Jiya – “Agreed. The canteen sounds like a safe zone.”

Rudra – “So… what’s the plan for now?”

Jiya – [Yawning slightly] “Honestly? I just want to sleep.”

Rudra grinned, playful spark in his eyes.

Rudra – “Sleep? In the canteen? Now that’s a statement. Want me to bring you a pillow too?”

They shared a laugh as they approached the escalator. Rudra stepped on first, Jiya following right behind. Their conversation shifted toward their council roles, light and casual—until chaos struck.

A rowdy group of boys raced past them, shoving Rudra off balance. In a flash, he stumbled backward—straight into Jiya.

Losing balance, he tumbled backward—straight into Jiya—sending both of them rolling down the steps. He quickly tried to check her shoulder for any injury, but the thick blazer she wore made it difficult. His fingers hesitated, hovering awkwardly, and in the flustered moment, he ended up embarrassing himself. Rudra found himself lying on top of her. Their eyes locked—for a split second, time seemed to freeze. But Jiya’s glare could've frozen hell.

She shoved him off and stood up in one swift, furious motion.

Jiya (fuming) – “Don’t you even know how to protect a girl? You just—landed on me like I’m your mattress!”

Rudra scrambled to his feet, brushing dust from his coat. His ears burned red, from both shame and the verbal assault.

Rudra (stammering) – “I—I swear I didn’t mean to! They pushed me—I tried to stop—”

Jiya crossed her arms, eyes sharp, voice sharper.

Jiya – “So now I’m the designated crash pad? Excellent work, Mr. Vice President.”

A few students nearby giggled, whispering and sneaking glances. Rudra’s gaze flickered between them and Jiya, whose face was flushed—not just with anger, but perhaps… embarrassment?

Rudra (quietly) – “Jiya, please… don’t make it a scene. I’m really sorry. It was a mistake.”

Jiya (scowling) – “Don’t start with the excuses. I know it was an accident, but what were you even doing trying to check my shoulder like that? What’s next? Undressing me to ‘assess the damage’?”

Rudra froze. Her words slapped the air out of him. His mouth opened to protest—but nothing came out.