Kritagiya was typing like a demon possessed. His screen glowed with his secret identity: Special_Kajal_03.
On the floor beside him, three emotionally devastated souls huddled together: Abhay, Rohit, and the Drawing Club President.
Tears rolled down the president's cheeks. "She… she was my dream girl…!"
Abhay stared blankly at Kritagiya's screen. "So… you were Princy's Kajal?"
Rohit muttered, "I gave her my login password, man…"
And as if the heartbreak buffet wasn't enough, Abhay swiped across his phone and opened Princy's Outstagram. She had posted a family trip to Mathura.
Zero mentions of Abhay. Not a single repost of their pictures together.
Just temples. Cows. And her little brother posing in aviators.
The room sank into a pit of emotional despair… until the speaker cracked to life again.
"The war result is in! Class 11-B has emerged victorious!"
No one cared.
They were already dead inside.
Kritagiya, meanwhile, sent his final bait message:
"Can we meet? Just for a moment?"
Ujjwal replied almost instantly:
"I'm a little busy right now, sweetheart. You won't believe what's happening at school."
Kritagiya grinned. "Oh, I believe it."
He typed:
"You're involved in it, aren't you?"
Ujjwal replied:
"Yeah. I'm in a key role. But no one knows where I am."
Kritagiya:
"Then how are you hiding?"
Ujjwal:
"Our class is right next to the bathroom. I've been digging a tunnel under my seat since the start of the year—one into the bathroom and then into the class next door. Slipped through the corridor and now I'm chilling in the Innovation Lab."
There was a pause.
Abhay, Rohit, and the president stared at the screen like demons watching a bloodied steak roll into view.
Then they broke.
Psychotic, maniacal laughter erupted in the room.
Kritagiya joined in, smug and proud… until—
WHACK!
Abhay kicked him square in the back.
"YOU'VE BEEN IN THE INNOVATION LAB ALL DAY AND YOU DIDN'T NOTICE HIM!?"
Kritagiya, now getting beaten with a rolled-up drawing tube, wailed, "I swear I didn't see him! I was waiting for customers!! I had headphones on!!"
"YOU HAD HEADPHONES IN A WARZONE!?" Rohit shouted, repeatedly slapping him with a sketchpad.
A junior from Drawing Club, confused, asked, "Why are we so desperate to catch Ujjwal?"
Abhay stopped mid-hit and sighed. "Because if the leader of an alliance is caught, the entire alliance is considered defeated."
The junior blinked. "Then… why is it a hidden rule?"
Rohit replied dryly, "Because if Class 6 or 7 finds out, they might literally find their leader during the war and end it before it begins."
"…Oh."
The junior asked again, "So who's the leader of the Yoga-Judo Alliance?"
Abhay beamed. "It's—" Then paused.
Silence.
Rohit blinked. "Wait… do we know?"
The president shrugged. "No idea. Never cared."
Abhay, now frowning, said, "First let's catch Ujjwal. Then we'll hunt down our mysterious leader."
The operation was greenlit.
Twelve members: Abhay, Rohit, some Judo kids, and a few from the Drawing Club.
As they started moving up the stairs, another announcement hit:
"A new alliance has formed! Presenting: The Judo–North East Alliance!"
Cheers echoed from the north block.
Abhay grinned. "Now it's our turn."
On the way, more announcements poured in—classes fighting without declaration, rogue groups forming, betrayal everywhere.
The school was spiraling.
Inside the Innovation Lab, it looked empty at first.
But Abhay's eyes scanned every corner—until he spotted a suspiciously bulky table.
He motioned to Rohit.
Quietly, they moved in.
Abhay flung the table cover off—
Ujjwal sat underneath with his laptop, pale as a ghost.
"Found you," Abhay said with a grin.
The team rushed in.
Ujjwal stood up nervously.
But instead of tackling him, they hugged him.
"Your plan was perfect," Rohit laughed. "Just one last thing… unfollow Angel Priya."
Ujjwal nodded shakily. "Already done."
They took a picture together. Victory pose. Ujjwal in the center.
And sent it straight to the Music Club.
Seconds later…
"ATTENTION! Class 11-C and their entire territory have officially joined the Yoga-Judo Alliance!"
The announcement made everyone freeze.
Even the Yoga Club stared at each other like: "Wait, we did that?"
Later, in the Drawing Club room, Abhay brought Ujjwal in.
"Alright, seniors. Who's the alliance leader?"
The seniors looked unusually serious.
They gestured for him to calm down.
"To prevent bias," one said, "we didn't choose anyone from Yoga or Judo Club."
"So who then?" Abhay asked.
Everyone looked at him.
"…No."
"Yes."
"…No no no."
"YES."
In the Music Club Room…
Yugansh Roy, cheerful as ever, picked up the latest update slip from the student council and shouted into the mic:
"And the leader of the Yoga-Judo Alliance is… drumroll please… ABHAY SINGH JADON of Class 11-B!"