(Friends this is my first attempt to write a story for others to read. I'm not very confident about it. So please tell me if you don't like it, I'll stop posting more.)

(J        Jyotirmayi Prahlad
Yuvi     Yuveraj Kohli 
Arjun   Arjun Mehta 
Zakir   Zakir Rehman 
Munna  Mohammed Ishmael 
Arya   Aryavir Sharma)

Prelude
‘So you’ve come back Arjun’, said the woman. Everything was eerily silent. The light was greenish and he felt as if he was underwater. It sort of closed in on him that he couldn’t see anything beyond the green colour. He could hear the anklets of the lady. Probably she has started dancing. Would she destroy this place? 

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‘Are you really as stupid as you look?’ said J. She was angry that Yuvi had spoiled her beautiful Monday morning. Everything went on well, as planned and she believed in the proverb ‘All’s well that ends well’.

‘Look I’m not being superstitious or anything okay?’ Yuvi said. He was scared that what they did had come to haunt them.

He looked at the sky, at the scorching sun above and checked the time in his watch. It was quarter to eight, in the morning. He needed to convince J before he dropped her at her college fifteen minutes from now. He heaved a sigh.

‘Diya thinks that I stole the diamond and she says-‘

‘Cut it off, it’s natural for her to think so. I mean nothing happened all these days and you’re worried about last week’s incidents?

‘J please’, he pleaded. ‘Do you then think that Arjun’s accident was just an accident?’

‘It’s not about my thinking it’s the fact. It was his fault in the first place and don’t say it was because he touched that thing. Any sensible person’d’ve known that taking a call while at the wheel is risky, got it? And as you can see, Yuvi, nothing happened to any of us, especially me, considering that I was the one who came up with the plan and took you all there.’

There was a tense silence inside the car, the two people inside thinking about the same thing. They didn’t notice what everybody else, from the traffic constable and the security personnel at the USIS to the commuters of the city’s infamous MTC, were looking at.

Unusually the sun was happily melting the tar roads so early in the morning. The sudden heavy shower did nothing to decrease the heat. A few observant people noticed that there was not a single cloud on the sky.

Yuvi stopped his vehicle near Gangotri. J got down and looked at him.

‘I know you’re worried Yuvi. But please think. We went there, did what we planned to do, and came back unscathed. Its over, it’s a closed subject. And remember all’s well that ends well, okay?’

He watched her cross the road and walk into the college. Then he looked at the sky and heaved another sigh.

‘All’s not well J and definitely, this is not the end’.

It was on the fourth of this month that I decided to bunk two hours of classes. It'd be an experience and afterall bunking is a must in a college life, right? Right! I thought the 'experiece' I gain might also help me in my article for Star of the Sea- our college magazine. So right after an exam during the first hour, I came down to the grounds to 'experience' bunking. 
The second hour was the English hour and anyway I'd be yawning over the lecturer's take on Swami's ideas (Swami & his friends - R.K. Narayanan). So I thought I'd do useful things like.....bunking. But once on the ground I didn't know where to go or what to do. 
What do people do when they bunk classes? 
Of course, the library. 
I thought that it was logical and congratulated myself on my brilliance. But I was proved wrong as soon as I swiped my card. The library was more than empty. Every section wore a strangely deserted look. I guess I was the only person in the library at that time. 
I realised how stupid I was, the moment I came out. Bunker or not, people were mostly near the Canteen Area, on the NCC grounds and the OATs. 
I went to the OAT in the Canteen area and sat near a group of unsuspecting darlings. I took out my notebooks and pens and thought I'd spy them in the pretext of practicing sums. But the girls I sat near turned out to be a group of first year additionals. What a nose cut!
Now I was facing the real problem. How do I find out who's a bunker and who isn't? Well, I was spared a tedious searching by two gangs. I hoped that they were bunking their classes. What is the use of losing an hour's attendence if I'm not doing anything useful? Sharada ma'am's braggings seemed like a heaven now but only that I couldn't go back  with only 20 minutes left in the hour.
The two gangs settled down rather noisily, gigling for God knows what. One was to my left and the other right in front. I named them the Fine Arts gang and the other the anon gang respectively based on my guess on their departments. One girl from the anon gang collected some money from the others and left for the Chat counter. Aha now I've found a prospective bunker. My happiness was short lived when the Fine Arts girls started a serious conversation about a P.G. course in fashion designing and the anons were sincerely reading their Optimization books. I let out a groan but no one took notice. Probably they thought my sum has gone wrong.
I heard a familiar voice close by and was shocked to see Ms. Lissie Alex, my faculty advisor. She was accompanying Sister Colleen North to the F block. I thought I was a goner but thank god she never turned this way. Whew! That was close.
By now both the sincere groups had started talking random things like Cricket, Abishek Bachchan, Aamir Khan, Prithvi,Ricky Martin, Fergie, Black eyed Peas and what not. I was excited initially but now got bored. They kept going for chats and meetoses and melodies and Maazas. What is this? Do people cut classes for this? I don't know what I was expecting but I knew it was not this. I ran back to the AC hour the momen the bell rang. I just couldn't bear the boredom and I swore I'd never ever bunk another class. My class room felt like heaven now.