through edges and jumped onto the first floor. In an attempt of being spider-man – well he didn’t do it in the signature spider-man way – he surely did it in a monkey way.
“Oh shit! Warden is coming. Gajju, Harsh hide,” Shilpan yelled as he saw the warden coming.
“Dude, we can get rusticated if he finds Gajju and Harsh,” Aakash muttered.
“Shut up man! Be positive. None of this is going to happen.” Ansh tried to calm everyone, but somewhere inside, he knew that optimism was not his forte.
“What are you doing here, boys? Stalking girls?” Warden suspiciously asked.
“No, sir! I called my friend to give me some notes,” Ansh said taking the charge.
“So where is she? And why are you not waiting for her outside the front gate?” Warden asked apprising that he wasn’t dumb at all.
They all looked up, but no one was there. Ansh tried to call her again, but got no response!
‘No man she cannot leave me here like this. She has to help us. Only she can.’
Ansh thought.
“She will be coming soon sir!” Ansh confidently said.
“That won’t be needed,” he said and took out his phone.
“Hello, girls’ hostel? Have a look at all floors of north wings, and then report to me.” His call scared them as he had already sensed something fishy by their hesitation and unnecessary fear.
“Who scathed all this college property?” He asked with suspicious eyes.
“We don’t know, sir!” Shilpan answered.
“As expected. Everyone in the hostel is saying that. Then who did this? Ghosts? There are reports of some drunken students shouting all night and sleeping on the grounds. If any one of you knows anything about them, I warn you, speak up.” He said in fury; that was the best thing about their hostel life, unity. No one took even a single name.
‘If any official didn’t see us there, we are saved.’
Ansh sighed.
They all stood pale, trying their best to avoid any more conversations and only then they saw Dhruv and Harsh coming out from the front gate of the girls’ hostel along with female wardens.
‘Fuck man, what are you guys doing? Are you out of your mind?’
Aakash shuddered.
They all started sweating and the heat was merely playing any part in that perspiration. They came closer and joined the rest.
“I’ve called my father. He is on his way. My friends are innocent; please let them go, sir!” Dhruv said.
“You are not the one to decide that; the committee will decide. Let your father come. Till then you all are prohibited from leaving the hostel and campus. Follow us to my cabin,” he said and started walking; they followed him without sharing a word.
They were sitting outside the warden’s office, waiting for Mr. Kaushik Gajjar, Dhruv’s father.
“Should we inform our parents too?” Shilpan asked, being concerned.
“Not needed bro. Let my dad come, he will handle everything for everyone,” Gajju confidently answered.
“I hope he does, because you are the real culprit, not us,” snapped still agitated Aakash.
“Stop picking on him man! Bash me instead, we all are here because of me and I don’t even remember how I got up there,” Harsh said, lifting his hand to his brow and rubbing his sweating forehead.
“None of us do buddy,” Gajju, who managed to keep himself composed, said.
“I do,” said Aakash.
“What?” Harsh asked in disguise.
“Ansh found himself in the football net. Gajju on the cricket pitch and I found myself inside the central water trunk as I woke up. None of us remember how we got there,” Shilpan answered, taking a deep audible sigh.
“Fucking hell!” Blurted dumbstruck Harsh.
“Want to see something more interesting?” Gajju simpered.
“What?”
“Have a look at the basketball court!” Harsh stood up and walked there.
“Don’t tell me we did all this.” His eyes went wide open like saucers.
“All you fuckers were involved,” Aakash said.
“Except you fatty! Sorry to restrain you from joining the party,”