The Complaint That Went Nowhere
[Scene: Classroom – Morning]
(The usual chaos is in full swing. Ahaan is hopping between desks, chatting, teasing, and making sure no one is bored. As usual, his favorite target is Ira.)
Ahaan
(leaning on Ira’s desk) "So, Ira, if you had to pick—would you rather be stuck on a deserted island with me or with Shaam?"
Ira
(deadpan) "I’d rather swim away and take my chances with the sharks."
shaam
(laughing) "Fair choice."
Ahaan
(dramatically clutching his chest) "Ouch. That hurt." (pauses, then grins) "Not as much as your handwriting hurts my eyes, though."
(Ira throws her notebook at him. Ahaan dodges with a laugh.)
(Ira is peacefully eating her paratha. Then, in a blink, it’s gone. Stolen. By none other than—Ahaan.)
Ira
(horrified) "Did. You. Just—"
Ahaan
(chewing happily) "Yup. And it tastes like victory."
Ira
(to Shaam) "That’s it. I’m filing a complaint."
(Shaam watches as Ira marches straight to the staff room, dragging Ahaan along.)
Ira
(frustrated) "Ma’am, I need to report Ahaan!"
Teacher
(calmly drinking tea) "Let me guess. Food theft?"
Ira
"Not just food! He steals my pens, my peace, my will to live—"
Teacher
(sighs, looking at Ahaan) "Ahaan, what do you have to say for yourself?"
Ahaan
(innocent smile) "Ma’am, I’m just promoting sharing and friendship."
Teacher
(laughing) "Ira, complaining about Ahaan is like complaining that water is wet. But fine, let’s ‘punish’ him."
(Ahaan raises an eyebrow, curious. The teacher smirks.)
(Five minutes later, Ahaan is standing outside the class, holding a sign that reads: ‘I AM A FOOD THIEF. FEED ME AT YOUR OWN RISK.’)
(Students walk by, laughing at him. Ahaan, however, is unfazed.)
(Inside the class, Ira watches, shaking her head.)
Ira
(to Shaam) "Why does nothing embarrass him?"
shaam
"Because he’s Ahaan."
(Ira sighs, realizing she’ll never win.)
(As they pack their bags, Ahaan suddenly pauses, gripping his desk. His usual energy falters for just a second. He blinks, shakes his head, and forces a smile.)
Ira
(frowning) "Are you okay?"
Ahaan
(immediately grinning) "Of course! Why wouldn’t I be?" (quickly changes the topic) "By the way, I’m stealing your pen again tomorrow."
(Ira rolls her eyes, but this time, she notices. Was that really nothing?)
Ahaan
"So today, I achieved greatness. I stole Ira’s paratha, got officially labeled as a ‘food thief,’ and still managed to have an amazing lunch. Solid 10/10 day.
Except… okay. Maybe not 10/10.
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