JANVI'S POV
I walked into class late - again.
Miss Patel barely glanced up from the attendance register. "Janvi Sharma. Third late this week."
I smirked, dropping into the nearest empty seat. "Still earlier than Krish Malhotra was yesterday."
A few kids snickered.
Krish, sitting at his usual back-row throne, looked up from his phone with that arrogant smirk - like he owned the school and probably the building too.
He didn't say a word, but his eyes lingered just a second too long.
And I hated that my heart noticed.
"Everyone, quiet," Miss Patel said. "There's a new seating arrangement. Effective immediately."
Groans filled the room.
"Janvi, you'll sit with-" she paused, scanning her sheet. I prayed, Please not Krish, please not Krish-
"Krish Malhotra."
Of course.
The universe clearly hated me.
I grabbed my bag, made my way to the back, and dropped into the seat beside him like it was a war zone.
"Don't talk to me," I said, before he could say anything smug.
"I wasn't planning to," he said coolly, without looking up. "But try not to stare too much."
Ugh. Arrogant. Annoying. Attractive. Shut up, heart.
From across the room, I saw Yug staring. He looked... disappointed?