CHAPTER 1 : WELCOME TO SECTION B

Author's Note

Hey readers! 🌸

This is the very first chapter of The Misfit Section B, where we meet Isha Kim Ara Joshi Bhatt on her first day at a school that feels completely foreign—and intimidating. In this chapter, Isha faces new challenges, navigates a chaotic classroom, and meets Rudra Dev Pant Bharadwaj, the enigmatic and intimidating class president.

I wanted to capture the tension, nervous excitement, and the first sparks of a story that will grow into unexpected friendships, rivalry, and maybe even a bit of romance. I hope you enjoy stepping into Isha's shoes and experiencing her first day alongside her.

Thank you for reading—I'd love to hear your thoughts! Your feedback means the world. 💛

— Kim Ara Joshi

Chapter Blurb

A new school.

A class that doesn't want her.

And a boy determined to push her out before she even settles in.

Isha Kim Ara Joshi's first day at Dehradun Public School starts like any other... until she steps into Section B. Chaotic, intimidating, and ruled by the effortlessly cool class president, Rudra Dev Pant Bharadwaj, this isn't the welcome she imagined.

Will Isha find her place among the whispers, stares, and impossible expectations?

Or will Section B prove too much for the new girl who refuses to back down?

Chapter 1

Isha Kim Ara Joshi tightened her grip on the straps of her bag as she stepped through the gates of Dehradun Public School.

She had imagined this moment a hundred times—walking into a new school, blending in quietly, starting over. But as her eyes swept over the sprawling campus, something in her chest fluttered uneasily.

"새로운 학교, 화이팅," she whispered to herself. New school. You can do this.

The buildings loomed tall and unfamiliar. Students hurried past in neat uniforms, laughing, chatting—already belonging. Isha checked her watch.

Great. I'm already late.

She quickened her pace—and collided straight into someone.

Water splashed down her skirt.

"Watch where you're going!" the girl snapped.

"Sorry," Isha murmured, stepping back quickly.

Heat crept up her neck as she steadied herself. Shit, so clumsy, she muttered under her breath.

Head held high, she continued toward the main building, ignoring the stares that followed her. Her stomach growled softly.

ISHA: Focus. Not on hunger.

Focus. Just survive the morning.

Spotting a teacher, she stopped. "Excuse me, ma'am. Could you tell me where Class 11 B is?"

At the mention of Section B, the teacher's expression hardened.

"Second floor. Side building," she said curtly, already turning away.

Confusion settled in Isha's chest as she followed the directions. A group of girls glanced at her, whispering. One smirked.

"New girl?" she asked.

"Yes. Section B."

The girls exchanged a look—and walked off without another word.

"...Okay. Weird," Isha muttered.

The bell rang loudly as she reached the corridor. 8:05.

Perfect.

She hurried toward the classroom—and stopped short.

A group of boys blocked the entrance, laughing loudly.

"Excuse me," she said.

Louder this time, "Please move."

No response.

"실례합니다!"

That got their attention.

The boys turned, startled. One raised an eyebrow. "Uh... a girl?"

"I'm Isha," she said, forcing steadiness into her voice despite her sweaty palms.

After a moment of whispering, they stepped aside.

The classroom she entered felt nothing like the others she had passed.

Cracked walls. Peeling paint. Desks scratched with careless marks. The air felt heavy—like a place that had been forgotten.

So this is Section B.

Before she could take another step, a teacher strode in.

"Everyone, sit down!"

The room snapped into silence.

His gaze landed on her. "You must be Isha."

"Yes, sir."

"Introduce yourself."

She inhaled. "Hi, I'm Isha Kim Ara Joshi—"

"Bro," a boy cut in, grinning. "Why is her name so long?"

Laughter rippled through the room.

Another voice scoffed. "Why bother? She'll leave soon anyway."

Her cheeks burned. Her heart raced.

Don't flinch.

"Not before you do," she replied, surprising even herself.

The teacher slammed his book shut. "Enough."

The door burst open.

A tall boy walked in.

He moved with lazy confidence—tie loose, bag slung over one shoulder. Dark, almond-shaped eyes scanned the room, sharp and unreadable. A faint smirk tugged at his lips, as if rules were optional for him.

Effortlessly cool, her mind supplied. And dangerous.

Something about him felt... familiar. Unsettling.

The boys immediately surrounded him.

"Dude, what happened?"

", you're late," the teacher snapped.

The boy said nothing.

"Guide the new student," the teacher ordered.

Isha shivered under his gaze. Why does he make me feel so small?

"If I refuse—" he began.

"Then you can leave the school grounds," the teacher cut in.

The boy exhaled sharply, his jaw tightening.

Rudra's POV

A girl? Here?

She stood quietly, head slightly bowed, hands clenched. Not scared—but not careless either.

Different.

Her wavy black hair framed her face softly, catching the light. And her eyes—bright blue, startling against the dull classroom—held something stubborn.

Why am I staring?

She didn't belong here. That much was obvious.

And yet... something about her made it hard to look away.

"Isha," the teacher said, "you'll sit with Rudra. He's alone."

Rudra dropped into his seat, stretching across the bench like he owned it.

"Give her space," the teacher warned.

He shifted, silent.

As Isha sat down, the classroom went unnervingly quiet.

She adjusted her bag, trying to shrink—but instead felt herself steady. Taller. Braver.

Why does my chest feel like this?

Her stomach growled again, but she ignored it.

"Um... hi," she tried.

Rudra didn't look at her.

Whispers filled the room.

"When is she leaving?"

Her fingers tightened around her pen. Why do they look at me like I don't belong?

The teacher stepped out—and chaos erupted.

Isha focused on her notebook, though her hands trembled slightly.

Rudra lifted his head.

Cold. Sharp. Unapologetic.

"When are you leaving?" he asked quietly.

"Who are you to decide that?" she shot back.

 he said. "Rudra Dev Pant Bharadwaj."

The name carried weight.

She met his gaze, refusing to back down. "Then you should leave. Not me."

A flicker of amusement crossed his face.

"Don't test my patience."

The teacher returned, clapping loudly. "Open your books!"

As the class settled, Rudra leaned closer, his voice barely a whisper.

"Leave while you still can."

A slow grin curved his lips.

Isha didn't respond.

She wasn't leaving—not until she understood why Section B treated her like an intruder... and why Rudra Dev Pant Bharadwaj wanted her gone before she'd even had a chance to stay