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A 22-year-old college student was attending his first-year lectures with his five male college friends. They were all boys because he was introverted and had a fear of talking to unknown people, especially girls. However, he did talk somewhat to a girl named Anshika who sat two benches behind him. He spoke to her because Anshika was the daughter of his father's childhood friend and business partner. Only two weeks of classes had passed in his first year, and today, he and his friends planned to leave before the official departure time (meaning, bunk the last two periods) and ride home on their bikes. (His parents hadn't given him a bike due to safety concerns.)
During the second break, he went to the canteen to buy Chowmein for himself and his friends. But when he arrived back at the classroom just two minutes before the break ended, he realized his friends weren't there. When he asked his classmate, Anshul, he was told they had already gone home. The boy was shocked. They were supposed to leave after the sixth lecture (the one starting after the second break), yet they had left him behind alone. Now he would have to take the public bus, which was usually late and crowded. He felt very sad.
The lecture began, and the professor (Miss Komal) entered with a cute girl,
introducing her to the class as a new student joining that day. The boy, however, was still preoccupied with why his friends had abandoned him. The new girl came and sat next to him, placed her bag on the bench, and put her face down on the bag as if she were sleeping.
The madam dictated the assignment questions and then instructed everyone to solve them immediately in class, not later at home. About ten minutes later, the boy was jolted when the madam announced she was coming around to check their work. He realized he had been too lost in his thoughts to hear the questions until the new girl nudged him and asked, "Can you give me those questions?"
He panicked and turned around to ask Anshika. The new girl asked him why he hadn't written the questions down. He quickly replied that the madam had never before asked them to solve assignments in class, so he had planned to get the questions from Anshika later.
He took the questions from Anshika, but by then, the madam had arrived at his bench and asked them to show her their solutions.
The new girl instantly replied, "Mummy, mera sar dard ker rha tha toh nahi kiya" (Mom, I didn't do it because I had a headache). The madam then asked if she was feeling better now, to which the girl nodded. The boy was completely shocked to realize that the madam was the new girl's mother.
The period ended, and the new girl then asked him, "Is the canteen open?" He replied, "No, it's closed, but why are you asking?" She answered that she wanted to eat something.
The boy then offered her his Chowmein, saying, "Eat this." She accepted and started eating in a childish manner. The boy was giving her a surprised look, so she explained, "Chowmein is my favorite, that's why."
Then she said, "You weren't paying any attention to me till now, and you're only giving me this and talking to me now that you know I'm her (Komal mam's) daughter."
The boy quickly countered, "It's not like that. My mood was off because my friends left me alone. I offered you this because I bought it for them, and since they left, I'm giving it to you because you need it. Otherwise, I would have given it to any needy person so it wouldn't go to waste."
Rohan’s life in the classroom was instantly transformed. Before Siya’s arrival, he was virtually invisible, a quiet boy two benches behind Anshika. Now, he felt the weight of Professor Sharma’s eyes in every one of her lectures. If Rohan shifted too much, Miss Komal would pause mid-sentence, her gaze drilling into him until he froze. If Siya leaned over to ask a question, Miss Komal would clear her throat—a sound that could halt a charging elephant—and both Rohan and Siya would snap back to attention.
It was terrifying, yet strangely effective.Because he knew any slip-up would not just earn him a reprimand, but would reflect poorly on Siya—and potentially lead to an awkward phone call between their fathers—Rohan couldn't afford to be distracted. He began to pay absolute attention in Miss Komal’s class. He took meticulous notes, double-checking his formulas. He asked genuine questions, not because he was trying to impress Siya, but because he genuinely feared missing the next piece of instruction.
Siya noticed the change immediately.
“You know, you’re actually a brilliant student, Rohan,” she commented one day after class, as they hurried toward the library, having decided that the canteen was too public for their study sessions. “You were just sleeping through the whole thing before.”
Rohan shrugged, stacking a pile of textbooks. “Hard to sleep when your mother’s laser eyes are burning a hole in the back of my head.”
Siya laughed. “Fair enough. But this is good. I mean, you’re actually getting good grades in her subject now.” Rohan realized she was right. His initial panic about being caught had morphed into a habit of focus. The presence of Professor Sharma’s watchful eye served as an external discipline that his usual fear of talking to people could never provide. He was no longer trying to avoid failure; he was actively striving for excellence to stay safe.
The transformation wasn't limited to Miss Komal’s class. Siya had an energetic, outgoing personality that naturally pulled Rohan out of his shell. Since they started working together, he found himself doing things he never thought he would: * Public Speaking: Siya enrolled them both in a mandatory group presentation. Rohan’s immediate reaction was to find a bomb shelter. Siya simply told him, "It's three minutes, Rohan. You can do it. And if you panic, I'll distract the professor and blame the microphone." This easy confidence helped him deliver his section, albeit with sweaty palms. * The Old Friends:Rohan's original group of friends tried to reintegrate him, sensing a shift in the social hierarchy. "Hey, Rohan, Varun wants to know if you can get Siya to talk to him," Aman whispered one day. Rohan simply shook his head. "She's busy. I'm busy. Maybe next time." His old fear of losing them was gone, replaced by the value of a single, genuine connection. * Anshika’s Approval:Anshika, after initially being cold, began to observe the change. She saw Rohan confidently leading a discussion group and carrying himself with a new, relaxed air. One evening, she messaged him, "My father saw your father yesterday. He said your father is very proud you're focusing on your studies. You're doing well, Rohan. And tell Siya I said hi." Her acknowledgment felt like a quiet stamp of approval on his new path.
One evening, nearly a month into their dynamic, Rohan and Siya were the last two students left in the emptied library, packing up after a grueling chapter review. Siya paused, looking at Rohan with a serious expression. “Hey, I have to tell you something. I might have to stop working this late with you.”
Rohan felt a sudden, sharp pang of disappointment. “Oh. Why? Is it… your mom?” he asked, bracing for the inevitable order from Professor Sharma to cease all contact.
“No, not really her,” Siya admitted, looking slightly guilty. “She was actually pleased. She told me last night that she trusts you because you haven't bunked any of her classes since that first day, and your performance is excellent. But she also said my dad is coming back from his business trip this weekend, and she wants me to spend more time at home now that he’s back.”
A wave of relief and disappointment washed over Rohan. He was safe from the professor's wrath, but his best study partner—and only real friend in college—was about to become less available.
"I see," Rohan said, trying to sound mature. "Well, that's good about your dad. And I guess I can handle the rest of the syllabus myself."
Siya smiled, a soft, encouraging look. “You don’t have to handle it yourself, silly. You just won't have to worry about my mom catching us talking in class anymore."
She paused, then added, "But you still owe me a new bowl of Chowmein. You know, for services rendered." Rohan’s serious demeanor broke into a wide, honest smile. His life was still complicated, but the fear was gone, replaced by a sense of hope and a shared inside joke.
Upcoming...
Meeting between Rohan and Siya's father (his father's business partner)
The business partner connection, which was the original, tenuous reason Rohan could speak to Anshika, was now colliding head-on with his new life thanks to Siya. That Saturday evening, Rohan was at home, trying to distract himself with video games, but his thoughts kept drifting to Siya and the upcoming syllabus challenge. The doorbell rang, and he heard his father, Mr. Verma, heartily welcoming someone.
"Rohan! Come and say hello! Mr. Mehta and his wife, Komal, are here!"
Rohan froze. Mr. Mehta? Siya's father? And Komal... Professor Sharma was here? His parents knew Miss Komal Sharma as his father's childhood friend and business partner's wife, not as the terrifying professor he now saw four times a week. The two worlds had violently merged in his living room.
He walked into the drawing-room, feeling like he was walking into an examination hall.
Siya’s father, a jovial man with a sharp, kind face, rose to greet him. "Rohan! Look how big you've gotten! You were just a kid when I last saw you."
Rohan managed a polite "Namaste, uncle."
Then, he faced Professor Komal Sharma. She was dressed in a simple, elegant saree, looking less like a terror and more like a normal person—but her eyes still held that unmistakable glint of sharp observation.
"Namaste, ma'am," Rohan greeted her, a reflex he couldn't control. Professor Sharma gave him a slow, measured look. "Hello, Mr. Rohan. Funny running into you again, outside of the classroom." She made no mention of her academic title, maintaining the polite social façade for the sake of their parents.
The conversation quickly flowed between the parents, mostly focusing on business and the old days. Rohan sat stiffly next to Siya, who was already settled comfortably on the couch, smiling sweetly. Siya’s father, Mr. Mehta, finally turned to Rohan. "So, Rohan, how's college? I hear you and my Siya are in the same batch, the same class even. Are you helping her settle in? You know she's quite new to this city."
Rohan felt a knot in his chest. Time to confess the Chowmein and the bunks.
"Yes, Uncle. We are," Rohan said, his voice surprisingly steady. "We... uh... we sat next to each other because she joined a little late. We help each other with notes and assignments."
Rohan’s father, Mr. Verma, beamed. "That's wonderful! See, Siya, Rohan is a good, quiet boy. He’s always been very focused on his studies." He then leaned in, lowering his voice conspiratorially to Mr. Mehta. "He was a bit too shy to talk to any girls, but I'm glad he's found a good study partner in Siya."
Rohan’s cheeks burned, but before he could protest the 'shy' comment, Professor Sharma spoke up, directing her comments to both sets of parents.
"He is quiet, but he is also an extremely diligent student now," she said, her voice carrying a significant weight. "In my subject, his scores have shown rapid and marked improvement since he decided to focus. He is even helping Siya with some of the trickier concepts. I'm quite pleased with the influence they are having on each other." She offered Rohan a look that was half-praise, half-warning. She had not only acknowledged their friendship but had validated it to the parents, cementing Rohan’s reputation as a reliable influence, not a mere distraction.
As the parents continued their conversation, Siya leaned toward Rohan, her eyes sparkling with suppressed laughter. "See?" she whispered. "I told you I covered for the Chowmein and the ditching. Now you're officially the golden boy who saved my first week."
"You... you told your mom about the Chowmein?" Rohan whispered back, horrified.
"Of course! She thought it was hilarious that you bought it for your five friends and then gave it to me when they abandoned you. She knows it all, Rohan. Except for your name for her," Siya replied, gesturing toward her mother, who was currently discussing stock market trends.
Rohan realized the full extent of the professor’s knowledge. Miss Komal Sharma hadn't just observed him; she had been monitoring his interaction with her daughter from the very beginning, and she had decided he was a positive force.
The meeting ended on a high note, with the parents agreeing that Rohan and Siya should continue to support each other's studies. Rohan left the encounter feeling an overwhelming mixture of terror and triumph. He was still the introverted college boy, but he now had a secret ally in his professor, a newfound confidence, and a friend who wasn't afraid to use the word "Mummy" to get out of an assignment. The dynamic was completely different, and it all started because his friends chose to bunk early. Rohan is now officially approved by the parents (and the professor).
Upcoming...
Studying for their first major exams, creates a conflict that tests their bond?
The Conflict:A Test of Trust The unexpected parental approval solidified Rohan and Siya's study partnership, making them an inseparable unit in the classroom. Rohan's old friends finally backed off, having accepted that Rohan had leveled up to a new, confusing social plane. Anshika remained friendly, often joining them for quick chats, but recognized her old role was gone. Everything was running smoothly until the announcement for the mid-semester examinations.
The Late-Night Leak
Professor Sharma's mid-semester exam for their subject was notoriously difficult, known for its tricky, conceptual questions. One Tuesday evening, Siya was scrolling through her mother’s laptop—the same one Siya sometimes used to print notes—when she realized Miss Komal had left a document open: "Mid-Term Exam Draft Qs - Final." Siya gasped and quickly minimized the file. Her first instinct was panic, followed by a rush of exhilaration. She had access to the entire exam paper.
The next day, Siya was unusually quiet during their library study session. Rohan was intensely focused on his notes, reviewing a particularly challenging thermodynamic concept.
"Rohan," Siya finally whispered, leaning in. "Stop studying that. I know what's on the exam."
Rohan looked up, confused. "What do you mean? Did Miss Komal give a hint in the morning?"
Siya shook her head, her expression a mix of nervousness and daring. "No. I... I saw the actual paper. On my mom's laptop."
Rohan’s pen clattered onto the table. His heart hammered a familiar, fearful rhythm. This wasn't a missed instruction or a shared Chowmein; this was serious. This was cheating.
"Siya, you can't be serious. Did you... did you read the questions?" he whispered urgently.
"No, I minimized it immediately! But I saw the file name," she defended, then added, "But, Rohan, this is a chance. We could ace this. If we just peeked at the topics, we could focus our studying..."
Rohan stood up abruptly, drawing sharp looks from the few other students nearby. He grabbed his backpack. "I can't do that, Siya," he said, his voice trembling slightly. His commitment to studying hard had been driven by fear, but over the last month, that fear had crystallized into genuine pride in his work. "I’ve been working really hard. And Miss Komal—your mother—she trusts me. She told my dad she was proud of my focus. I won't risk that, and I won't risk getting you into trouble with her. It's not worth it".
Siya looked hurt, her face falling. "Are you saying I would get you into trouble? I'm just trying to help us! It's just a little advantage, Rohan."
"No, I'm saying I can't look at it," Rohan insisted, trying to stay calm. He knew he was taking a stand against the girl who had saved his social life, but the thought of facing Miss Komal after deliberately betraying her trust was terrifying and morally repulsive. "You shouldn't look at it either, Siya. Delete the file from your recent history. Don't even think about it."
Siya sighed, frustration clear in her eyes. "Fine. But I'm still studying all night. I don't want to fail." Rohan knew Siya was intelligent, but she relied on shortcuts and confidence where he relied on grit and hard work. He left the library, the usual lightness he felt around Siya replaced by a heavy dread. He had stood up to his friends and now to Siya, but the victory felt bitter.
The day of the exam arrived. Rohan felt the usual stomach churning, but he was prepared. He had studied every chapter meticulously. Siya, who had looked tired and distant for two days, sat next to him.
The exam papers were distributed. Rohan immediately flipped the page and started working. He noticed Siya hesitated.
Midway through the exam, Professor Sharma walked down the aisle, her shoes clicking. She paused by Rohan and Siya’s bench, peering over their shoulders. Rohan continued writing, acutely aware of the intense scrutiny.
Professor Sharma nodded slightly at Rohan’s paper, acknowledging his progress. Then she glanced at Siya’s. Siya was writing, but her pace was uneven, her handwriting messy.
Rohan finished early and used the remaining time to review his answers. He glanced at Siya. She caught his eye and gave a subtle, tired shake of her head. She had chosen to study everything for the sake of integrity, rather than cheat, but the lack of focus had taken its toll.
As the papers were collected, Miss Komal stood at the front desk, holding the stack. She looked at the class, then her eyes settled on Rohan.
"I trust that everyone has done their best," she said, her voice clear. She held Rohan’s gaze for a long moment, a depth of understanding passing between them.
Later, outside, Siya found Rohan. She looked relieved, but exhausted.
"I didn't look," Siya confessed quietly. "I didn't even open the laptop again. You were right, Rohan. It wasn't worth it. I wouldn't have been able to look at my mom... or at you."
She punched his arm lightly. "You passed the integrity test, bus buddy. Even if I barely passed the actual exam."
Rohan smiled, genuinely relieved. He had faced his fear of disappointing Siya, and in doing so, he had truly earned the respect that Professor Sharma had only conditionally offered. The bond of their friendship, now built on a shared secret and a mutual respect for honesty, felt stronger than ever before. Rohan has proven his integrity to Siya (and perhaps subconsciously to her mother).
Two weeks later, the results for Professor Komal Sharma’s mid-term examination were posted on the department notice board. A small crowd of nervous students gathered, pushing and craning their necks to read the list. Rohan felt the familiar, cold knot in his stomach, but Siya squeezed his arm reassuringly. "Okay, I'll look first. If I see your name up there, it means you passed, which is what matters," she declared, wading into the crowd.
A minute later, Siya emerged, her eyes wide with surprise. She grabbed Rohan’s hand and dragged him to the side of the board.
"Look!" she exclaimed, pointing.
Rohan scanned the list, looking for his name. He found it near the top.
> Roll No: [Rohan's Roll No] - Rohan: 88/100 (A)
>
He stared at the score. 88 out of 100. It was his highest score yet in any subject, and easily the highest score among the core class group.
"Rohan! You aced it!" Siya cried, beaming. "You beat practically everyone, including the students who've been here longer!"
Rohan’s chest swelled with a genuine pride he hadn't known before. The effort, the dedication born of fear and integrity, had truly paid off.
"What about you?" he asked, suddenly concerned.
Siya pointed lower down the list.
> Roll No: [Siya's Roll No] - Siya: 71/100 (B+)
>
"See? I passed! Not brilliant, but perfectly respectable," Siya said, though a hint of mild disappointment touched her voice. "If I had peeked, I know I could have gotten an A. But I’d rather have this B+ knowing I earned it than an A knowing it was based on a lie. You taught me that." Rohan’s heart warmed. His moral stand had actually mattered to her.
Under the Professor's Gaze
The Transformation Beyond the Classroom
The Unexpected Interruption
Meeting between Rohan and Siya's father (his father's business partner)
Meeting the partner: The Saturday Summit
The Business and the Books
A Shared Secret
The Late-Night Leak
The Results and the Aftermath