The atmosphere in the Drawing Club blockaded staircase was tense but organized. As soon as Abhay and Kritagiya arrived, they were welcomed by the stationed club members. The smell of wood shavings and sketchbook paper still lingered in the air.
Abhay looked around. "Where's Rohit?"
"In the clubroom," someone replied. "With the president."
He pushed the door open—and saw Rohit Day practically tearing his hair out.
"How the hell is this happening!?" Rohit shouted, slamming a paperweight onto the table.
Abhay raised an eyebrow. "What now?"
Rohit pointed to the CCTV monitor. "Look! Ujjwal was seen entering Class 11-C. I double-checked the footage myself. But I went there—and he's NOT there. It's like he vanished!"
Before Abhay could even process this, the speakers in the room crackled.
Yugansh Roy's voice boomed, unusually serious.
"Attention! Four new war declarations received in the past 60 seconds. Classes 8-B, 9-A, 10-A, and 11-B have declared war on each other. Repeat: Four classes are at war!"
A pause. Then—
"All declared sections are to report to the Boys' Conference Room immediately. The war will be telecasted simultaneously for everyone's entertainment—uh, I mean, strategic analysis."
The entire boys' block paused, stunned into silence.
Abhay just turned around and found Kritagiya… playing Flappy Falcon 3D on his laptop.
He snapped.
"JUST DO YOUR JOB OR DO YOU WANT TO DIE!?"
Kritagiya didn't flinch. Instead, he smirked, cracked his knuckles, and opened a hidden Outstagram account.
Username: Angel_Priya_69
Followers: 521K
All boys. Obviously.
Among those followers?
Ujjwal Sharma.
Kritagiya opened Ujjwal's chat.
"Heyyy, remember me? I'm alone and scared… can we talk?"
Ujjwal's typing bubble appeared almost instantly.
Abhay blinked. "Where do you even learn this kind of manipulation?"
Kritagiya, multitasking while typing seductively, replied without looking away, "Mostly from requests. Someone's girlfriend or sister gets proposed to, they come crying to me for the location."
"And how many times have people come looking for your own location?" Abhay asked, suspicious.
Kritagiya smiled, mischievous. "Too many. So I just told everyone I can't find myself. Now they think I can't locate anyone."
Rohit, who had been looking over Kritagiya's shoulder, slowly turned away and muttered under his breath:
"…I've been talking to Angel Priya for the last three months."
He pulled up his hoodie.
"After this war ends… Kritagiya is finished."
Meanwhile, in the Boys' Conference Room...
The war between the four classes was being broadcast live, with drone cams and CCTV projections on the walls.
Class 8-B had taken a gladiator-style formation. One of their kids even had a mop acting as a spear.
Class 9-A formed a Roman-style shield phalanx using chair backs and desks.
Class 10-A had already begun throwing paper bombs—handmade with flour, paint, and soda.
But 11-B? They walked in slow motion.
Their leader, a silent guy with slicked-back hair and boxing wraps on his hands, just pointed at the others and said:
"Start."
The room exploded.
Flying kicks, war cries, upside-down brooms, and one kid dual-wielding badminton rackets like nunchucks.
Back in the basement, Abhay checked the footage on his phone.
Watching the chaos unfold, he whispered:
"Thank god the basement floors aren't fighting each other…"
In the Archery Club Room, a candle-lit meeting was taking place. Dim light flickered over drawn floor maps of the school.
The Archery Club President looked at the group opposite them and asked:
"So, when are we announcing our alliance?"
Across the table, calm and grinning, was the Boxing Club President.
He tapped the table twice and replied:
"Let Ujjwal fall first. Once everyone drops their guard... we strike.
Notification — New Map. Basement is know divided into two allience first is the Yoga-Judo allience and second is