It had been two weeks at the Himalayan Civil Academy, and the cadets were gradually settling into the rhythm of training. Roshni finally got a small break after an exhausting morning session. She leaned against the corridor wall, holding her phone tightly, debating whether she should call her parents. She had been worried about her father, who had suffered a mild heart attack a few days ago.
"Hello, mummy?" Roshni's voice was soft, tentative.
"Beta! Are you free now?" her mother replied, a hint of concern in her tone.
"Yes, mummy... how is papa? Is he feeling okay?"
"Oh yes, beta, papa is much better now," her mother reassured.
Roshni exhaled, a mix of relief and lingering anxiety flooding her chest. "Mummy, if anything goes wrong, please tell me immediately. I'll come. You know, there's that festival party coming up day after tomorrow..."
Her mother interrupted gently, "Don't worry about the party. Papa is fine. You just focus on your training, beta."
"Okay, mummy. I'll call you later." She ended the call and started heading back to her room.
On her way, Vihaan suddenly appeared, blocking her path with a mischievous grin. "Heyyy Roshni! Chal naa yaar, mai soch raha tha ki main jaa ke Sameer sir se permission le lu, party ke liye dress lena hai. Tum bhi chalna, mood bhi thoda light ho jaayega."
Roshni hesitated for a moment, her lips curving into an excited smile. "Hmmm... okay, chalo. Mood bhi thoda acha ho jaaye."
Vihaan's grin widened. "Asa kaise? Sir de denge naa permission, mai hoon na comedy ka full package!"
They started walking down the corridor, and Roshni spotted Ishita near the stairwell. "Heee Ishita! Tum party mai aa rahi ho?" she asked eagerly.
Ishita's usual deadpan expression surfaced. "Mai nahi aa rahi... mujhe koi interest nahi hai. Main apne room mein hi khush hoon."
Roshni groaned internally—she had expected this response. Vihaan nudged her with a playful smirk. "Tandoori Mirchi! Har baat pe na bolna tumhari habit hai, haan?"
Before Ishita could reply, Vihaan grabbed her hand and started dragging her toward Sameer's office. "Chalo, permission hi toh leni hai. Kon sa Sameer sir humein denial de dega?"
Ishita struggled, her eyes blazing. "Chhodo! Main jaa rahi hoon khud!"
Roshni laughed at the scene, unable to resist the chaos. "Hahaha!
They reached Sameer's office. He was sitting at his desk, papers meticulously arranged, looking every bit the strict officer he was. As soon as he saw Roshni and Vihaan at the door, his expression softened slightly.
"Do you need something, Ms. Mishra?" he asked.
Roshni stuttered, cheeks turning pink, "S-sir... we need permission to go out... to purchase dresses for the party..."
"No," Sameer said firmly. "It's not safe. You cadets are too naughty. First, focus on discipline, then I'll see."
Vihaan quickly jumped in, puppy eyes in full display. "Sir, promise hum disciplined rahenge... please! Party ke liye dress lena hai,ham
Sameer's frown deepened, but Roshni's hopeful expression caught him off guard. For the first time in days, his resolve wavered. With a reluctant sigh, he said, "Fine. Yes, you may
Roshni said ..sir if you dont mind can i take ishita with me and sameer swa ishita side , where she is sheaking her head as no and samer said
if she is comfortable." then you can
Ishita's eyes narrowed, but she reluctantly nodded.
sameer sai , ishita its on you to Bring Them Early
yes sir...i will
Vihaan, overjoyed, hugged Roshni tightly, causing Sameer to glance at them, muttering under his breath, feeling like his bones had been crushed. Roshni caught the look and playfully pushed Vihaan. "Pagal hai kya? Chal bhar fir, celebrate kar lete hain!"
The trio walked out, and Ishita muttered, "Can I go back to my room now?" said ishita
Vihaan chuckled, "Haan, par sir ne permission de diya... ab dress lene chalte hain. Sham 6 baje wapas aa jaayenge. Abhi 2 baje hai, koi dikat nahi. Chal."
Ishita scowled but complied, secretly relieved to be part of the group.
The streets near the city market buzzed with life, colorful stalls spilling over with fabrics, trinkets, and mouthwatering street food. Roshni's eyes sparkled with excitement as she walked ahead, Vihaan bouncing beside her, already planning mischief.
"Arre Roshni, dekho! Ye stall pe golgappe hain... ek plate khaate hain, phir dress wale shop chalte hain," Vihaan said, his energy infectious.
Roshni laughed, the sound like a melody floating in the market chaos. "Haan haan, chal! Aaj tension-free mood hai, enjoy karenge!"
Ishita trailed a few steps behind, trying to hide her smile behind her hand. Even she couldn't resist the pull of street food and the lively atmosphere. She picked up a sizzling skewer and tasted it, muttering, "Hmmm... okay, ye log shayad thode bakwaas hai, par food accha hai."
Vihaan overheard and grinned. "Tandoori Mirchi! Har jagah apni opinion dene ka habit hai!" He nudged her playfully, and Ishita rolled her eyes but didn't scold him—her lips twitching in a reluctant smile.
They moved from stall to stall, sampling spicy chaats, crispy fried treats, and sweet jalebis. Roshni and Vihaan teased each other endlessly, commenting on people passing by, making funny remarks, and laughing till their stomachs ached. Ishita, slowly letting her guard down, even laughed at one of Vihaan's ridiculous impressions of a shopkeeper.
Finally, they reached the clothing shops. Roshni immediately spotted a shimmering white-and-gold gown. She held it up against herself in front of the mirror, spinning a little. "Haan, ye perfect hai!"
Ishita's attention drifted to a glamorous light paired with a dark blue gown. She examined it carefully, feeling a strange thrill at finally choosing something for herself. "Hmmm... this will do," she murmured.
Vihaan, on the other hand, was busy in the boys' section, selecting an olive-green coat with a black shirt and pants, matching black shoes and sandals. He turned to Roshni with a cheeky grin. "Dekha! Commando Vihaan ready for party!"
The two of them bargained fiercely with the shopkeepers, Vihaan using his over-the-top dramatic expressions saying kay bhaiya 6000 mai final karo sabb kay loot macha raha hoo , Roshni laughing uncontrollably, and Ishita shaking her head while muttering, "Ye log nahi sudhrenge..." but secretly enjoying the fun. After some haggling,
they managed to get the dresses and outfits at prices 6500 that satisfied all three.
"Chalo na," Vihaan said, tossing the shopping bags onto his shoulder. "Main ek jagah aur dekhna tha, chalo mountain ke liye!"
"Hmm, chalo," Roshni said eagerly, linking her arm with his.
Ishita hesitated. "Humara shopping ka kaam to ho gaya... ab ghar chalte hain."
"Are, abhi do ghante bache hain! Chalo naaa," Vihaan said, grabbing her hand gently and dragging her toward the auto.
The auto wound its way up the mountain roads, the air growing cooler, carrying the scent of pine and earth. Finally, they reached a high peak overlooking the valley. The city lights twinkled below, like a scattering of tiny stars.
Vihaan couldn't resist shouting at the top of his lungs, "Areee!!! Freedom!!!" His voice echoed off the mountains, bouncing back in a fun cacophony.
Roshni laughed, raising her arms, letting out her own joyful scream. Ishita froze for a moment, eyes wide. "Y-You want me to...?" she stammered.
Vihaan nudged her, "Come on, just do it!"
Taking a deep breath, Ishita let out a sharp, echoing shout of frustration. Her voice carried far, bouncing back from the mountains. The sudden sound shocked Vihaan and Roshni—they had never heard this girl raise her voice like that.
Vihaan ran up to her instantly.
"ishita ... are you okay?" he asked, seeing her shoulders tremble slightly.
Roshni gently held Ishita's arm. "Kuch hua hai kya?" she asked softly.
Ishita shook her head, but her eyes glistened. "Kuch nahi... bas... aacha laga asa kar kaa ," she whispered.
Vihaan grinned, shaking his head. "Isiliye tuu, Tandoori Mirchi bani rehti hai har wakt naak paa gusaa !"
Roshni laughed softly, wrapping an arm around Ishita. "Dekha? Kabhi kabhi apni feelings aur frustration ko chill karna bhi zaruri hai. Aur aaj tumne bohot accha kiya."
Ishita allowed herself a small smile, her earlier stubbornness softening in the cool mountain air, the laughter of her friends, and the warmth of their support. For the first time, she felt a little lighter inside, like the weight on her chest had eased, even if just a bit.
Vihaan and Roshni exchanged a look, silently acknowledging the change. Ishita might never admit it aloud, but this small adventure had brought out a side of her that no one at the academy had ever seen.
They all were sitting on a grassy patch atop the mountain, the cool night air wrapping around them, distant city lights twinkling below. Roshni leaned back, hugging her knees, and let out a soft sigh before speaking, her voice trembling slightly.
"ek bat bolu mai yaha takk kasa pauchi
vihaan ....are opuch kay rahi hoo bato train sa bus sa ya car saa kasa
," she began slowly, eyes fixed on the horizon. "Main ne hamesha bahut mehnat ki hai... lakin muja lagta tha kii meri mehenet ka koi fal hii nahi hai mai dissopoint hoo jati thii har man leti thii lakin mera papa hamesha mera supporter rahe... meri mummy kabhi kabhi demotivate kar deti thi, par phir bhi, papa ke vishwas par main sab kuch jhelti rahi. Mere papa ki wajah se main yahaan hoon," she said, voice breaking a little. unho naa kabhi meri parahi kaa sath compormise nahi kiya woo heart paisent hai fir bhii woo kabhi sergery nahi karwaya bec he want me to study and shotage of money he just think about me only .....his last wish was to see me in ips uniform
Vihaan and Ishita exchanged glances, sensing the raw emotion in her tone, leaning in slightly.
"Main apni dadi maa ke liye yahaan hoon. Mera koi nahi tha, is duniya mein. ek gaav ka ladka ka liya thi... sab mushkil tha. Par meri dadi maa ki wajah se main yahaan pahuncha... unhone roz dusre ka ghar ka kaam karta hui mujhe sambhala. Main unhe kabhi nirash nahi dek sakti. Kabhi kabhi gussa aata hai... aisa beta paa jo aani maa ko chor de... mera papa wahi tha. He left us after my mother gave birth... aur mere mama ke saath chhod diya, aur bola, 'You were just a mistake.' Phir mere papa ne... kisi aur se shaadi kar li... aur main nahi jaanti ki ab wo kahaan hai. Shayad uske pehle se hi kisi affair mein tha," Roshni's voice cracked, her hands trembling slightly as she tucked a strand of hair behind her ear.
Vihaan placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. "Roshni..." he murmured, but she waved him off to continue.
"Aur meri mummy... usne mujhe janm diya aur she died . Dadi maa ne hamesha meri care ki... mera liya too wahi meri family hai," Roshni finished, her eyes glistening with tears. She paused, trying to smile, but the sadness lingered.
Ishita looked at her, her usual cold expression softened slightly. "...Itna bura hua tumhare saath," she said quietly, almost to herself.
Suddenly, Vihaan switched to his usual teasing tone to lighten the mood. "Acha, ye sab chhod... tandoori Mirchi, tumhare mummy papa kya karte hai?" He winked at her, nudging Roshni, who gave him a playful shove.
Ishita's reply was icy, as always. "Kuch nahi... business mein hain. Men aur women ka kaam hai."
Vihaan chuckled. "Are, rich family se belong karti ho tum?"
Ishita folded her arms, eyes narrowing. "Haan... aur rich hona accha hai...par insan dil sa bhii rich hoo too jada aacha hoo nahi too mai gareeb rahan jada pasand karu gii, kam se kam maa-baap ka pyar to milta... mera mummy papa ko mai bas majburi lagti thi... unko lagta tha ki unka sadi se pehle kii galti huu... main wo dono kii mistake hoon. Aur isi galti kii waja saa dada jii naa in dono kii sadi karwa dii kukii unkii family kii reputation jaa rahi thiiii... kehte the ki media aur logon ki wajah se. Mummy ke paas koi choice nahi thi... unka unkaaa boyfriend saa break up ho gaya... aur jab main paida hui, unhone mujhe sambhalana saa mana kar diya . Main hamesha chahti thi ki mummy papa ka pyar mile, par wo sirf mujhe mistake ke roop mein dekhte hain. Mujhe sirf paisa milta thaa par muja woo paisa kabhi aacha nahi laga kukii unma bus nafrat dikta tah ,"
Ishita's words were cold but heavy with pain. or school mai koi bhii mujsa dosti karan nahi chata thaa mai bachpan saa akala hii thii maian bhut try kiya kii woo logo appricate kara muja even i alway top in my call just to make them happy and i alway think this gesture will make them talk to me as my parents but...nothing happen
Roshni put her hand gently over Ishita's. "Ishit... ye tumhari galti nahi hai. Ye unki galti hai. Hormones, control... sab ka excuse hai. Ye blame tum par mat daalna. Tumhe blame karna unka haq nahi hai. Tumhe hamesha yaad rakhna, tum unki mistake ke liye nahi bani ho... tum unka kiya hua galti kaa guilt kuu apna sir lee rahi ho," she said, voice strong yet tender.
Vihaan leaned back, his eyes softening as he looked at Ishita. "Haan... you were the gift to them. But they disrespected it. They disrespected you." now show them what is futur ips ishita is
Ishita looked down, chewing her lip, emotions threatening to spill, but she held herself back. For the first time, she felt understood—not by her parents, not by anyone—but by someone who cared enough to listen, even if it was her fellow cadets.
Roshni squeezed her hand lightly. "Aur hamesha yaad rakhna... tum strong ho. Tumhare andar wo power hai jo tumhe aage le jaayegi. Kabhi kisi ke galat decisions ko apni khushi se mat badalne dena."
Ishita nodded slowly, her usual armor of rudeness giving way to a fragile but steady resolve.
Vihaan smirked, nudging her again. "Tandoori Mirchi... ab thoda smile bhi kar do na. Tumhare andar itni fire hai... thodi hasi bhi acchi lagegi."
For a moment, Ishita let out a small, almost imperceptible smile, and the three of them sat there, letting the night sky embrace their unspoken solidarity.
The trio hurried down the winding mountain path, the evening breeze whipping past them, carrying the scent of pine and fresh earth. Vihaan, as usual, was talking animatedly about some silly observation he had made at the shop, trying to lighten the mood, while Roshni laughed softly beside him, her earlier tension from the day melting with every step. Ishita, on the other hand, walked slightly ahead, her posture stiff, dragging one leg carefully, still mindful of the ankle that had been injured during training.
By the time they reached the academy gates, the clock read 6:30 PM. Their stomachs sank at the sight that greeted them. Sameer was standing there, rigid and motionless, his arms crossed, eyes fixed on them with an intensity that could freeze anyone in their tracks. Beside him, Arpita stood silently, her own expression unreadable but alert.
The mountain trek had delayed them, but the sheer severity of Sameer's gaze made the delay feel like an eternity. No one dared speak first; the air was thick with anticipation.
Ishita's mind raced. She knew exactly who would take the blame. , her insistence on choosing the perfect dress—it had all cost them time. She stepped slightly forward, raising her hand subtly as if to offer herself up.
"Sir... it's my fault," she said quietly, her voice firm but tinged with a hint of regret. "I took too much time choosing my dress. That's why we got late."
Vihaan and Roshni froze. Their eyes widened in surprise. Not only had Ishita claimed responsibility, but she'd done so calmly and without hesitation. Neither of them had expected her to act as the buffer between them and Sameer's wrath.
Roshni whispered to Vihaan, disbelief in her tone, "She... she said it's her fault?"
Vihaan muttered under his breath, a mix of awe and shock, "Why... why is she lying for us?"
Ishita met their startled looks with her usual steely expression, her eyes cold but resolute. "Don't look at me like that. It's fine. I can handle it."
Sameer's gaze didn't waver. His eyes briefly softened as they landed on Ishita, recognizing her selflessness, but his voice remained as strict as ever.
"Commando Ishita Rao," he said, his tone cutting through the silence, "I hope you understand the responsibility you just took. This discipline is not just for yourself—it reflects on your team. You may have saved them, but you will still answer for your delay."
Ishita nodded, accepting the reprimand silently, while Vihaan and Roshni exchanged guilty glances, realizing the gravity of her words.
Vihaan whispered to Roshni, trying not to laugh despite the situation, "She just... took all the blame. Tandoori Mirchi strikes again..."
Roshni gave a small chuckle but quickly shook her head. "Shh... better stay quiet. Sir's watching."
Arpita, standing beside Sameer, silently observed Ishita with a mixture of admiration and concern, noticing how the girl's determination and pride were intertwined with her sense of responsibility.
Sameer's voice echoed through the corridor, firm and commanding. "Enough for today. Everyone, back to your rooms. No lingering around."
The cadets reluctantly obeyed, filing past with varying degrees of exhaustion, relief, and annoyance. In the quiet of the corridor, Vihaan nudged Roshni, whispering, "Hey... why did you lie to Ishita back there?"
ishita gave a small shrug, her cheeks warming slightly. "I just... lied like that. Nothing more. Ab mera sir par mat charna, tum log."
Vihaan's grin widened mischievously, eyes glinting with amusement. "Ohh ho... so that's it? hamari asali wali Tandoori Mirchi lag raha hai chori hoo gai koi duplicate coply Aaa gai hai hmara sath asli wali khaa hai
Ishita, who had been walking ahead with her usual purposeful stride, turned on him sharply. Her expression was a mix of irritation and something that almost looked like a reluctant smile. "Chup raho,chipku joka kahi ka !" she snapped, her voice sharp but teasing.
Before Vihaan could retort, Ishita launched herself at him, fingers outstretched in mock vengeance. Vihaan yelped and darted forward, laughing, trying to dodge her playful assault.
"Chase me if you can, Tandoori Mirchi!"ishita she also she shouted bach kaa dikha tabb joker kahi kaa , her laughter ringing clear and vibrant.
Roshni couldn't resist, a light laugh escaping her lips as she joined in the chase. "Wait for me! Don't leave me behind!"
Their laughter echoed through the long corridor, bouncing off the walls, carrying a warmth that felt almost foreign in the strict atmosphere of the academy. Even the usually stoic sounds of disciplined footsteps seemed to soften in comparison.
From the corner office, Arpita paused, hearing the commotion. She leaned slightly forward, a faint smile tugging at her lips. For the first time since joining the academy, she felt something truly human—a sense of life, of joy, of messy, imperfect camaraderie. These weren't just cadets obeying orders or machines following a schedule. They were... alive.
And in that laughter-filled corridor, Arpita thought, maybe this academy, with all its rigidity and discipline, wasn't just shaping officers—it was shaping humans too.
The corridor was still vibrating with laughter as Ishita, Vihaan, and Roshni finally slowed, leaning against the wall to catch their breaths. Ishita's cheeks were flushed, her usual icy expression softened by the rare, unrestrained smiles.
"Ha! Tum sochte the mujhse bach jaoge?" Ishita teased Vihaan, poking him lightly on the shoulder.
Vihaan staggered back dramatically, placing a hand on his chest. "Arey Tandoori Mirchi... tu toh dangerous nikli! I think I need a warning sign outside your room!"
Roshni chuckled, shaking her head. "You two are hopeless. Seriously, sometimes I feel like I'm surrounded by children."
Ishita rolled her eyes but couldn't hide the small smirk tugging at her lips. "Children? Hmph. I call it survival skills."
Vihaan snorted, leaning closer. "Survival skills, ha? More like training to annoy Sameer sir nonstop."
as they wer talking ,the three of them went quiet for a moment. It was only then that a familiar, precise footstep sounded behind them. dr Sidharth kashyap was walking down the corridor, passing by the rooms, his posture straight and commanding. He paused when he saw them—Vihaan grinning sheepishly, Roshni still trying to contain her laughter, and Ishita... laughing.
For a brief moment, he just watched.
Ishita's laugh was rare and unguarded, something he hadn't expected to see. The same lost, hesitant girl he had first met, the one who seemed to carry the weight of the world on her shoulders, was slowly opening up. He felt a small, almost imperceptible warmth in his chest. She was coming out of her shell, letting a part of herself breathe, even if only in moments like this.
Roshni noticed him first. "Sir..." she said lightly, waving a hand, almost like a silent acknowledgment.
Ishita straightened immediately, the laugh dying in her throat as she realized Sameer was observing them. Vihaan, however, couldn't resist. "Good evening, Sir. Just... um, exercising the lungs," he said, motioning vaguely to their previous laughter.
Sidharth raised an eyebrow, expression unreadable, but there was a flicker of something softer in his eyes. "I see. Well... carry on. But keep it within academy regulations," he said, his voice cold but not harsh.
Roshni and Vihaan nodded quickly, bowing slightly, trying not to burst into giggles again. Ishita's face was a mixture of embarrassment and pride—embarrassed for being caught, proud that she had actually laughed without restraint for the first time in a long while.
As Sidharth continued down the corridor, his presence leaving a quiet shadow, Roshni whispered to Ishita, "You know... it's nice seeing you like this."
Ishita muttered under her breath, still feeling the heat in her cheeks. "Shut up... it doesn't mean anything."
Vihaan, ever the instigator, nudged her. "Oh, come on... admit it. Tandoori Mirchi can laugh, too."
Ishita shot him a pointed glare but couldn't hide the hint of a smile tugging at her lips. Roshni grinned, delighted to see the ice finally cracking.
In the background, Sidharth mind lingered on that small moment, silently acknowledging the change he was witnessing. Perhaps, in this strict, demanding academy, it wasn't just discipline and training being shaped—it was hearts and minds, slowly, quietly, learning to open up.
The next morning dawned brighter than usual at the Himalayan Civil Academy. A soft mountain breeze carried the faint smell of pine and polished brass from the parade ground. The academy buzzed with an energy that was impossible to ignore—today wasn't about drills, running tracks, or commands echoing across the ground.
Today was the Welcome Function, the academy's grandest early tradition—a day when the senior batch welcomed the new cadets into their world.
By 9 a.m., the freshers were already lined up neatly along the stands near the parade ground. The seniors stood proud and crisp in their uniforms, preparing for the march past they had been practicing for days.
Roshni adjusted her cap, her eyes sparkling with excitement. "This place looks completely different today," she said softly, watching the colorful banners fluttering along the main pathway.
Vihaan leaned toward her with a mischievous grin. "Different? More like a wedding, yaar. I swear if they start throwing flowers, I'll start dancing."
Roshni stifled a laugh, whispering, "Please don't, Vihaan. We're not trying to get punished again on parade day."
But before Vihaan could add another witty line, Ishita's stern voice cut in. "Can you both stay quiet for five minutes? It's a parade, not a picnic."
Vihaan turned toward her dramatically. "Tandoori Mirchi, thoda chill kar. See the march, feel the vibe. You'll burn fewer calories that way."
Roshni bit her lip to stop from laughing, while Ishita shot him a deadly glare. "You are unbelievable."
"And yet, completely charming," Vihaan replied, saluting her lazily.
Just then, the commanding whistle blew, and everyone stood at attention. The Director of the Academy took his seat at the dais, flanked by faculty and training officers. Among them stood Sameer Pandey, his usual stoic expression in place, arms folded behind his back, and beside him, Arpita Singh, noting attendance and quietly scanning the crowd.
The seniors began their parade performance, their boots striking the ground in perfect rhythm. The sound of synchronized steps filled the air, echoing across the courtyard, powerful and proud.
Even Vihaan, usually full of jokes, went silent for a moment. His eyes followed the lead marcher. "Man... that's discipline. They look like they could make the whole mountain salute them."
Roshni smiled. "Someday, that'll be us."
"Someday," Ishita added softly, her gaze fixed forward. For once, her voice wasn't cold—it carried something else. Determination.
After the parade, the Director gave his speech—a blend of motivation, pride, and the reminder of responsibility each cadet carried on their shoulders. The crowd clapped in unison.
Then it was Sameer's turn.
The moment he stepped forward to the mic, the air grew still. Every cadet straightened up. His uniform was crisp, his expression unreadable, and his voice carried with quiet authority.
"Discipline," he began, his gaze sweeping over the freshers, "isn't a word you follow—it's a life you choose. This academy isn't just a building of bricks and rules. It's a forge. Every challenge here will burn away what's weak, and strengthen what's true."
His eyes paused, just for a second, on Roshni, Vihaan, and Ishita—three cadets who had already begun to stand out for entirely different reasons.
"You will fall, you will fail, but that's not the problem," he continued. "The problem begins when you stop trying to rise again. Remember, we are not training you to survive—we are training you to serve."
The ground was silent except for the echo of his last words. A round of applause followed, led by the Director himself.
after the parade and the director's speech, followed by sameer sir's motivational address, everyone started preparing for the evening's cultural fest. in her room, roshni stood in front of the mirror, adjusting her golden-white gown. she was carefully tying her hair into soft curls when ishita knocked on the door and stepped inside.
"roshni, if you don't mind... can you make my hair?" she asked softly.
"kyu nahi yaar," roshni smiled, motioning her to sit. she began styling ishita's hair, both sharing small laughs and light talks. when they were done, ishita admired her reflection.
"perfect," roshni said proudly, then leaned closer. "rat ki party mein kya pehn rahi ho?"
"well, dekhungi," ishita replied, unsure.
roshni opened her wardrobe and took out two sarees—one peach and one dark blue. "mere paas do hain. ek tu choose kar le, ek main pehn loongi."
ishita hesitated for a moment but then smiled genuinely. "ok... but i don't know how to wear it."
"main hoon na, sikhadoongi," roshni said warmly. "pehle chalo, cultural fest mein late ho rahe hain."
both laughed lightly as they picked up their clutches and stepped out together, their friendship slowly finding comfort and color amid the academy's discipline.
after the director's speech, sameer returned to his room. he changed out of his uniform into a simple shirt and trousers, trying to relax for a moment. just as he was straightening his tie, there was a knock on the door. a staff member entered, carrying neatly folded clothes.
"sir, director ne aapke liye yeh dress bheja hai. black suit, white shirt, and pant, aur night ke liye kurta aur jeans," the staff said, placing the clothes on the table.
sameer raised an eyebrow. "but... why me?" he asked, slightly puzzled.
"sir... director ne bola ki main aapko ye deliver karun," the staff replied, unsure.
before sameer could respond further, his phone rang. glancing at the screen, he saw the director's name flashing.
"sir," he answered, his voice formal.
"officer sameer," the director's voice boomed from the phone, "aaj ke cultural fest ke liye aapko bhi shaamil hona padega."
sameer blinked. "but why me, sir? main to bas trainer hoon, fresher students ke liye."
"oh officer sameer," the director replied with a firm yet encouraging tone, "aap is saal ke liye substitute trainer ho. accident ke baad, humare original trainers available nahi the, aur aap young ho. aaj aap bhi enjoy karo. aapki presence se candidates ko bhi motivation milega. they will learn from you, observe you. i hope aap meri feelings respect karenge."
sameer took a deep breath. for a moment he was silent, processing the unexpected responsibility. then he said, "yes, sir. i will... i will be there."
he hung up, standing in his room. the black suit and kurta lay on the table, and he slowly ran his hands over them, realizing that tonight he would not just be a trainer, but also someone his candidates would look up to in a completely different light. he folded the simple clothes neatly and hung the formal ones, his mind already calculating the best way to present himself—strict, professional, yet approachable— others would see both the discipline and humanity in him.
a small smile touched his lips, rare and uncharacteristic, as he thought quietly, this is not just about me enjoying the fest... it's about showing them that even in fun, there is respect, there is learning, there is unity. he straightened his posture and left the room to get ready, the hum of excitement already reaching him from the academy's corridors.
arpita was walking toward her room, her officer uniform crisp and tidy, thinking about changing into something more comfortable for the evening. she had been looking forward to a quiet evening, just settling in her room after the parade and speeches.
as she turned a corner in the corridor, she almost bumped into the director himself.
"good evening, officer arpita," he greeted warmly, smiling. "i hope you are well."
"good evening, sir," arpita replied politely, bowing her head slightly. she felt a flicker of unease—something in his tone suggested he had more than a casual greeting in mind.
"arpita," the director continued, "i want you to join the fresher cultural evening tonight. it will not only motivate the candidates but also set an example for them."
arpita's eyebrows shot up in surprise. "sir, i... i am not a participant. it's the fresher's event. my presence isn't necessary, right?"
"on the contrary," the director said with a knowing smile, "just like officer sameer, your presence will show them professionalism, discipline, and also that even trainers can enjoy responsibly. this is not merely for fun—it's for leadership, for visibility, for inspiring the batch."
arpita hesitated, thinking over his words. she glanced toward the academy hall where laughter and chatter drifted down the corridor, picturing her candidates, the younger students looking up to her.
"i... sir, i'm not sure," she said softly.
"arpita," the director continued gently but firmly, "i understand your confusion. you are a trainer, yes, but tonight, you are also part of their world. you will guide them by presence, not instruction. it will show them balance—discipline and humanity, seriousness and lightness. it's important for your candidates to see that their officers are not just rules, but people they can relate to."
arpita bit her lip, considering. she knew he was right. her hesitation wasn't about the fest—it was about stepping out of her usual structured role. but seeing the sincerity in his eyes, she realized that attending could strengthen her connection with her candidates and maybe even herself.
"alright, sir," she finally said, a small determined smile forming. "i'll join."
the director's smile widened. "excellent. i have already sent your dress with the staff to your room. enjoy the evening, officer arpita, and remember—your presence speaks louder than instructions."
arpita nodded, her heart slightly fluttering with anticipation and a hint of nervous excitement. as she walked toward her room to change, she felt a subtle warmth—proud, responsible, and for the first time, a little thrilled to step into a different side of herself.
sidharth was in his medical room, the soft hum of the air conditioner mingling with the faint chatter of the academy outside. He was speaking over the phone with Major Vikram, discussing updates from the border check post and the status of injured soldiers under another doctor's supervision.
"Everything is under control, Dr. Sidharth," Major Vikram reassured him. "Once the training at the academy is over, you'll return to your post. Are you stressing too much?"
Sidharth let out a soft sigh. "No, major. It's not stress. I just... miss my posting on the border. Everything here is new, that's all."
He was about to continue when a knock at the door interrupted him. "Alright, Major Vikram, I'll talk to you later. Jai Hind," he said, ending the call.
Turning toward the door, he saw the director standing there. "Dr. Sidharth, it's me," the director said with a warm smile.
"Oh, director sir! Please come in," Sidharth replied, slightly surprised. "What brings you here?"
The director's tone softened but carried a persuasive edge. "Sidharth, I want you to join the fresher's party tonight."
Sidharth raised an eyebrow. "Sir, with all due respect, that's for the youngsters. I don't think it's necessary for me to attend."
The director chuckled lightly. "Not just the youngsters, Sidharth. Sameer and Arpita will also be attending. It's a good chance for everyone to see that even trainers and staff can enjoy responsibly. Your presence will mean a lot to them, and... well, it will give you a brief change from routine."
Sidharth hesitated, weighing the proposal. Finally, he nodded. "Alright, sir. If you insist."
"Excellent!" the director said, smiling. "I've already sent your dress to your room through the staff. Enjoy the evening, Sidharth, and remember, your presence will inspire your candidates more than words ever could."
Sidharth closed the door behind the director and looked at the neatly folded outfit on the chair—tonight, even a serious doctor like him would step into a world of laughter, music,
Vihaan was lounging in his room with Karan and Arjun, they were out of their room The sunlight from the window fell in streaks across the floor, and the laughter of the batch outside drifted faintly in.
As Vihaan stepped out into the corridor, he noticed a small group of seniors gathered near the stairs. They were talking in low voices, but their words carried just enough for anyone nearby to hear.
"Have you seen that new trainer, Arpita Singh? She's hot—just my type," one of them said, leering and smirking.
Another joined in, nudging him. "Actually, she's from the senior batch, but the academy called her here as a substitute trainer for the new batch. I swear, she's crazy sexy."
A third boy laughed. "And what about the freshers? That Roshni Mishra and Ishita Rao—those girls are looking really cool too. Tonight's party is going to be fun."
Vihaan froze mid-step. His eyes narrowed as the words sank in. Something inside him snapped. He clenched his fists, and his jaw tightened. "Excuse me?" he said sharply, stepping closer to the group.
The seniors turned, smirks still plastered on their faces, clearly not expecting anyone to confront them. "Oh, hey kid," one of them said. "Just talking about the party, chill."
Vihaan's anger flared. "Talking about girls like they're just objects isn't 'chilling,' it's stupid. Do you even have an ounce of respect?" His voice rose, echoing down the corridor.
One of the seniors scoffed, trying to brush it off. "Relax, man, we're just having fun. Don't be so uptight."
"Uptight?" Vihaan's voice grew icy. "Do you call disrespect 'fun'? You're pathetic."
Before the confrontation could escalate further, Karan and Arjun rushed forward, placing their hands on his shoulders. "Vihaan, chill! Don't waste your energy on idiots like them. They're not worth your fight," Karan said firmly.
Arjun added, "Seriously, dude, ignore them. They're already stupid, and now they're just proving it by talking to you."
Vihaan's fists unclenched slightly, but his glare didn't fade. He muttered under his breath, still seething, "Stupid doesn't even begin to cover it."
The seniors muttered amongst themselves, said isaa too raat mai bata huu , and shuffled away. Vihaan watched them go, his chest still heaving, feeling a mix of frustration and pride. "Some people," he muttered, shaking his head, "should just keep their mouths shut."
Karan clapped him on the back. "Come on, forget them. Tonight's about the party. Let's not ruin your mood before it even starts."
Vihaan let out a long breath and nodded reluctantly. "Yeah... yeah, you're right. Let's go. But I swear, if I hear anything like that again..." He trailed off, leaving the threat unspoken, but Karan and Arjun understood perfectly.
As they walked toward their rooms to get ready, Vihaan's thoughts kept drifting to Arpita, Roshni, and Ishita. He wanted to protect them, to make sure no one disrespected them, yet he also felt that familiar mix of excitement and nerves about the party.
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