Last Exam

Tarun's Pov:

4:00 AM

I woke up suddenly; my breath is heavy heartbeat is not even. Again. Again, this nightmare. What is this, and who is the girl who came in my dreams? why she is holding my photo.?

I came out the bed and went to the side stand and gulped down water in one go. A cold breez hit me like a reality. Just like I was still in my sleep. Ahh, what is going on to me.

Should I talk to Trish about this thing. No, what if she suspects me. What if she... don't believe in this stupid dream. Am I doing right, thinking about her like this without knowing her opinion.

I should call her; I pick my phone and start dialing her number.

Cut.

It's 4 in the morning; she must be sleeping. I don't want to disturb her.

Phone buzz. "Chand".

Shit I woke her up.

"Hellooo, Itni subha kyun uthte ho yaar.." Her sweet sleepy voice came from the other side of the phone, still picked my phone. That made my heart swell with affection.

"Sorry to call you, but I immediately hang up the call, why did you call me back?"

"Hmm, Pata hai agar mai abhi vaha hoti to tumhre sath kya karti..? Instead of giving my answer, she questioned back.

"Nahi pata" I reply, half-nervous, half-curious.

"Sir fod deti.." she yells.

"Amm. why, Chand" I asked cautiously because she sounds really mad.

"Do you have any shame Mr. Gautam. Who says such things at 4 am??" Okay now I am hell confuse. Aesa kya kaha maine..

"Sorry Chand, can you please tell me what I said wrong to you" I asked in softly although It didn't work on her.

She sighs deeply. Then softer "You don't need to do any formality, for calling or talking or.... anything. You have all right to ask or say whatever you want. You don't need to act like you are crossing a boundary I know that you also have overthinking problem. Tarun it's normal to everyone, it's not like only girls can overthink. Also, you can call me, you can order me, you can even take me out if YOU WHANT... samjheeee!! Tumhe haq hai"

Her last words echo in my heart. She said loud and clearly. She... she is... amazing.

I just... just LOVE HER... I don't even have words to express my feeling right now.

I don't even have the right words to explain what I am feeling right now. My Chand just said I have the rights—on her.

Not like other girls who keep walls. She's different. So different.

She's mine.... right?

"Can I ask one thing, Chand?" I whisper, unsure if she's still fully awake.

"Hmm?" she murmurs.

"Do you even think.... soulmates exist?"

She pauses. I can hear her faint breathing. Then she speaks. "Nope. I believe in decision, not destiny."

"But you know I think we are, both"

Silence.

"Then.... prove it" she says, softly but firmly. "I don't need dreamy words Tarun. I need, Stability. Logic. Why do you think that we are soulmates."

I close my eyes. That's my Chand. No stars. No sparkles. Just real. and hard to handle.

"Because even when you don't believe in soulmates... I still want to spend my lifetime convincing you that we were made for each other." I will make you believe My Chand.

And about the dream. I will tell her later.

"Today you have last exam, right?"

"hm" just mummer.

"Hello, so gai kya.."

"nahi soch rahi hun kese believe karwaoge." Aww, my girl, she acts like a boss, yes, she is but cute little boss.

"Bye Chand, and all the very best. Love you"

Sanjana's Pov:

Last Exam — Last Chapter of a Beautiful Book

The last exam. Just two words, but it felt like the world had slowed down around me.

I stepped into the exam hall like I had done a hundred times before, but today... the walls felt warmer, the benches seemed friendlier, and even the invigilator looked less terrifying. My pen rolled between my fingers, and the paper in front of me wasn't just about marks anymore. It was a goodbye letter—written in the language of questions and answers.

My eyes wandered around—Rehana was already scribbling like the paper owed her something. Trisha looked confident as always, and Rehan... well, he was staring at the ceiling like it held all the answers. And Yug? Still pretending to be chill but checking the clock every two minutes. Typical.

And I—I was just trying to breathe it all in. The ink, the whispers, the shared pens and exchanged glances. The chaos that somehow felt like home.

This wasn't just a college building. It was where I became... me. An escape from the harsh reality of my life.

The girl who walked in years ago was curious but quiet. Now? I've laughed loud enough to echo in the corridors, cried softly in the library's corners, and loved someone so deeply that my heart feels full even during silence.

And then... just like that, the bell rang. End of exam. End of an era.

I stood up, turned in my paper, and looked back at the classroom one last time. Thank you... for everything.

Outside the exam hall, it wasn't just students—it was memories of laughter. Trisha tossed her file in the air dramatically. "Bas! Khatam! Ab mujhe koi pen mat dikhana!" she declared like a soldier returning from war. "But it's really last exam can't believe."

Yug cheered, "Group photo toh banta hai yaar!" Rehan was already setting up his phone's timer like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole college life.

I smiled, joining them.

And click... we take lots of funny, serious, even Teasing photos. And on our regular spot. Its feel like Dreams. With teachers. Maids. Gardners. Guards. They all became our family member.

But Kanika... little Kanika was standing with her hands behind her back, eyes a little glassy, a soft pout forming. She looked at all of us like a little sister being left behind. Yug is looking at her like he is just controlling himself to kiss her right in front of whole collage. But I think this won't take much time.

"Tum log ja rahe ho..." she whispered.

I knelt in front of her, cupping her face gently. "Tumhare liye toh yeh college ab bhi ghar jaisa rahega. Aur hum... hum kabhi door nahi jaate, Kanika. We just take a different classroom in life."

She hugged me tightly. "I'll miss you, Bhabhi."

"I'll miss me too, the 'me' That I was here," I whispered back.

We all hug A perfect Group hug.

And then... my eyes met him.

Karan was leaning against his bike, arms crossed, eyes soft. The usual serious face was smiling, just a little. Just for me.

He didn't say anything.

He didn't have to. Because in the silence, I heard everything— "I'm proud of you." "You did it." "I'll be here... for whatever's next."

Maybe we weren't just closing a chapter. Maybe we were turning the page... together.

Just right then A sleek black Bugatti Divo— limited edition. Stop just near Karan's bike.

Fuck!! this is soo sexyy. Ahh Love this car.

"Shit, noo" Trisha cursed under breath which is clear to hear.

"Woow, bhai aye hai... kisi ko lene" Kanika says teasingly. Okay now I get it.

A man came out from the car in his casual not casual, it's worth more than our fashionable Hindi professor's meeting saree, with black sunglasses, he is looking like a divine God. Came from the direct heaven in his charter. He shakes his hand with Karan, Karan wink at him, Ooo, code, nice. He walks straight towards Trisha without leaving her gaze, and stand in front of her, like male lead hero. Me, Kanika, Yug, Rehan, Rehana just grinning like stupid. Whole collage is witness of this upcoming confession.

"HI... Trisha" he says in his deep voice.

"Hmm." she just mummer and nervously tucking her stand behind her ears. This is the rarest moment where Trisha Sharam is feeling embarrassed and all blushie blushie.

"Will you go on a Date with me MY CHAND" he said loud and clear, for those who have serious crush on her and for those who have the audacity to think that they will go on prom with Trish.

Whole college burst into hotting and laughter teasing and the unison sound of "YES. YES, YES"

She is just breathing heavily, like she just witnesses a Dark romance, thank God she doesn't even know about D of the Dark Romance.

She is all still. Silent. Shock.

"Say something please." He requests like an obedient boyfriend.

"Yes" she whispers, barely audible.

With that she is goes along with Tarun. Rehana and Rehan need to hurry and take Rehan parents from airport they are coming from Banaras.

I went with Karan. And there left only Yug and Kani. But the day is really beautiful.

Yug's Pov:

She is looking like a Barbie doll, all dressed in pink frock like short-kurti, with baggy jeans. Sneakers, and small pendent in neck with matching earrings. No make-up unlike other girls in collage. With her signature kajal and small black bindi. She never removes her bindi even she wears western dresses. And this bindi is like "Chaar-chand laga deti hai iski khubsurti me". She is all beautiful, I love this beauty.

Some girls group coming in direction, gossiping about her. Stops near me and ask which I expected. Of course, after being Most handsome I the whole collage, not even in my stream, in whole freaking university.

"Yug, can we have selfie, pleaseeee" this is the most irritating tone. Seriously, why girls change their voice when they talk to others. I glance at Kanika. Her expression is clearly annoying.

"Stop this scowl and come with me." Whisper in her ears and drag her with me in middle of the group. From now on, I will never ever take selfie with girls without her. Never. She will always be my side. I am no longer that playboy, who want a girlfriend for show off, now I am serious.

Indeed, Kanika deserve better, but I can't see her with anyone else, so here I will become better for her.

Just like her Fictional men.

"Kanika just steps aside; we want selfie with Yug." one of the girls taunt her.

"No, she is not going anywhere, she will always be my side. Forever. If you don't want to take then it's okay, we are going." she is taken aback, of course, I never talk to girls with this much rudeness ever before. Kanika's expression is also change.

I don't care she like it or not, but she will be with me always. And Forever.