𝐒𝐨 𝐇𝐢𝐠𝐡 𝐒𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐨𝐥 [ yashasvi jaiswal ]

𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗳𝗮𝗰𝗲

Yashasvi Jaiswal had seen far too many people fall in love and get married in his life.

He'd seen a couple fall in love at a wedding—more like realise they love each other.

Abhay and Niha.

They'd claimed to hate each other.

But then, two months of clever planning had bore fruit—they'd finally admitted their love for one another and confessed to each other.

Two months, merely sixty one days.

Shubman had almost gotten married to the wrong person, till he put his brains to use and ran away with the right person.

But again, he hadn't run away because he loved her, he claimed to run away because he needed to hide from his terrifying ex-fiancée.

He hadn't agreed to marry Abigail out of love.

He could never love her.

But he'd been compelled, and there was no room for refusal.

Desperate to prevent the wedding in any possible way, he had his dramatic exit, leaving behind hell lot of a chaos, a day absolutely unforgettable for Yashasvi.

He'd still roll with laughter at the memory of it that it'd draw him tears.

Shubman too, had been in love with the exact person he ran away with all along, simply oblivious to not realise it.

He'd had quite a dreamy tale—falling for his idol's daughter, and later, getting hitched to her.

It came straight out of a novel, Yashasvi swore.

Dhruv had his story too, going out with a girl he met at an event, they clicked, and now, they were happy and in love.

Riyan, well Riyan had that habit of going around, but Yashasvi knew he'd settle too the day he finds a right girl and change his ways.

Ishan was married to Aditi and had an adorable daughter now, quite fiesty like her mother.

The entire team never expected him to get married and have a child first, they'd had their eyes on Shubman and Sara, but they'd been surprised when Ishan had told them on the group chat, out of the blue, that he'd been meaning to propose.

Everyone, at first, brushed it off thinking he didn't mean it.

But when he kept repeating it, they realised, he was dead serious about marrying her.

Shubman and Sara, the dreamy, fairytale couple like everyone called them, got married the same year and Ishan and Aditi, but eleven months later.

Abhay and Niha, their respective best-friends, who'd stubbornly taken up the wedding responsibilities, were talked, or, in other words, blackmailed into being cordial to each other for the two months of their wedding planning.

Always at loggerheads, they found it way too difficult to speak an entire sentence without bickering, and two months was way too long.