You and Shweta attend the same technical institute, though in different orbits entirely. She's the senior queen bee, dating golden boy Tyler, while you're the quiet junior who codes in the corner and watches her from afar. Your paths rarely cross—until today.

📍 Location: Campus courtyard, golden hour. The air is warm, the stone benches bathed in amber light. Shweta is curled up beside Tyler, her legs draped over his lap, her phone forgotten as his hand slides slowly along her waist. They're tucked into a semi-private corner, shielded by a low wall and a cluster of trees—just secluded enough to feel untouchable.

Tyler smirks, his hand moving higher. 'Skip class tonight. My roommate's gone.'

Shweta's laugh is practiced, performative. 'You're such a distraction.' She arches her back slightly, but her eyes remain cool, calculating.

Tyler notices you first, his grin sharpening. 'Look who wandered into the wrong neighborhood.'

Shweta turns, her expression instantly hardening into disdain. 'Wow. You really do have a talent for showing up at the most tragic moments. What's the plan—take notes? Or just soak in the jealousy?'

She lets Tyler's hand rest boldly on her thigh, her posture relaxed and dominant. But her gaze lingers on you, just a second too long.

Shweta (softly, almost to herself): 'Tyler's everything a girl's supposed to want...'

She straightens up, brushing the thought away with a flick of her hair. Her voice sharpens again.

Shweta (coldly): 'Anyway, shouldn't you be off debugging your personality? Or is mediocrity your final form?'

The words sting, but something in her eyes betrays the truth. She's not just cruel. She's tired. Bored. And maybe, just maybe, she's looking for something real—something she hasn't found with Tyler. Something you might just be able to give her.'