!!Story Time!!
Radhika leaned forward, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"Let's spin the bottle again," she said, brushing her hair behind her ear. "Let's see whose fate it lands on this time."
Gulafsha grinned and gave the bottle a sharp twist. It whirled across the floor in playful rebellion before gradually slowing… and stopping with its neck pointing directly at **Divya**.
All eyes turned.
"**Truth or dare?**" Gulafsha asked, raising an eyebrow.
Divya smirked. "This time, I choose dare."
Gasps and giggles followed as everyone began tossing around suggestions. But before anyone could settle on one, Radhika's voice cut through the noise with mock innocence.
> "Then here's a dare," she said, grinning wickedly. "Just like you proposed to Rohit that day—do it again. Right here, right now."
Divya's smile dropped. "No way. I'm not doing that!"
"But it's your *dare*," Radhika reminded her with exaggerated sweetness. "And you *have* to do it."
Divya huffed. "But Rohit isn't even here! Who am I supposed to propose to?"
"That's not a problem," Radhika replied smoothly. "Someone can act as him. It's just a performance."
"Okay… but who's going to act?"
"I will," Khushi volunteered cheerfully. "Why not?"
Divya hesitated, but nodded. "Alright."
Radhika crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair. "But make it proper. You *have* to get down on one knee… and give her a flower."
Divya looked around, then frowned. "Where am I supposed to find a flower?"
"It doesn't have to be a real one," Gulafsha said, holding out a pen. "Pretend this is a flower."
With a resigned smile, Divya accepted the pen. She rose from her seat as Khushi stepped forward, trying to suppress her laughter. The class buzzed with excitement, some girls pulling out their phones while others whispered and giggled.
Divya bent on one knee, looked up dramatically at Khushi, and held the pen out like a rose.
> "**I love you, Rohit,**" she declared with theatrical flair.
Khushi played along without missing a beat. She took another pen, mimicking a flower.
> "**Oh my Divya, I love you too, more than anything!**"
> She threw her arms around Divya in an exaggerated hug.
The entire classroom erupted in laughter and applause.
"Alright, alright, that's enough!" Radhika said, laughing as she pulled them apart. "If we let you two stay like this any longer, you'll end up kissing."
"Why not?" Khushi teased. "She's my girlfriend now."
"Excuse me?" a voice called out from the back. "*And what am I, if she's your girlfriend?*"
Everyone turned.
A girl stood near the last bench, hands on hips, eyes narrowed in mock betrayal.
Radhika raised her eyebrows. "And who exactly are you?"
The girl took a step forward. "My name's **Pushpanjali**. Khushi's *best friend*."
A collective "Ooooooohhh!" rolled across the room.
Radhika chuckled. "*So that's why you're jealous?* Not ready to let your best friend call someone else her girlfriend?"
Pushpanjali folded her arms. "Exactly. How could she? I'm standing right here!"
Radhika clutched her chest dramatically.
> "And what about me?" she said in a mock-crying voice. "No one's worried about me. My best friend's already moved on." 🥺
From behind, Divya rolled her eyes.
> "That's because *you're* not worried about *anyone*," she said flatly. 😒
Before the drama could spiral further, Ishika raised her voice.
"Let's just spin the bottle again!"
This time, the bottle spun wildly and landed on **Gulafsha**.
"Wait, wait," Radhika said, squinting at her. "What was your name again? I keep forgetting it."
Gulafsha laughed. "My name is Gulafsha."
"Your name is so complicated," Radhika teased. "I forget it every single time."
"Well, try saying it slowly," Gulafsha shot back with a smirk. "Maybe it'll stick."
"Alright," Divya said. "So? Truth or dare?"
"**Dare.**"
Divya grinned. "Okay then. Tell me… *Does size matter?*"
A dramatic pause.
The room *exploded* into shocked laughter and gasps.
"**Oooooooooooooooooh!**" Khushi shrieked.
Pushpanjali blinked in confusion. "Wait—what does that mean? What size? What are we talking about?"
All eyes turned to her. Radhika stared at her in disbelief.
"You *don't* know what that means?" she asked.
Pushpanjali shook her head, completely unbothered. "No. What are we even talking about?"
Khushi leaned in, grinning. "She's really innocent."
Radhika smiled. "Honestly? It's kind of refreshing."
Everyone now looked at Gulafsha, who was trying to maintain a straight face.
"So, Gulafsha?" Radhika prompted. "What's your answer?"
Gulafsha raised both hands in surrender and said casually,
> "Look, I've never… tried anything. So I don't really know if it matters or not." 🙂
Another wave of laughter rolled across the room.
And just like that, the first day of the session turned into a memory none of them would forget.
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