Delhi University canteen was always noisy, but today it felt louder than usual clinking trays, laughter bouncing off the walls, and a few lovebirds occupying corners as if the world belonged to them.

Among the crowd walked two boys.

Vishvas Patil, tall, broad-shouldered, with the calmness of a monk from Kolhapur, held a steel tumbler of chai in his hand like it was his lifeline. Beside him, bouncing with curls, big brown eyes, and a grin that screamed trouble, was Rihaan Mehta.

Rihaan's mouth never rested.

"Bhai, I swear, these canteen samosas are scams. Ninety percent potato-air, ten percent disappointment. And the chutney? Bro, chutney tastes like expired heartbreak."

Vishvas didn't even blink. "Rihaan, ever wondered why you're single every other month? Yeh teri kaali zubaan ki wajah se hai."

Rihaan gasped dramatically. "EXCUSE me? My tongue is a national treasure. UNESCO should protect it."

Before Vishvas could respond, Rihaan's eyes caught something across the room and his smile vanished.

At the far end, near the Pepsi fridge, his girlfriend Kuhu Shekhar was laughing, flipping her glossy hair like she was in a shampoo commercial. And the man making her laugh? Tejas Verma.

Delhi University's certified bad boy. The one who changed partners faster than WiFi connections. The one whose smirk made half the campus swoon and the other half want to punch him.

Rihaan froze. Then whispered, "Vishvas. Hold my chai."

Vishvas panicked. "Nahi, Rihaan, mat kar. Mat kar nautanki ...mujhe se aur drama nahi dekha jaayega."

But it was too late.

Rihaan stormed forward like a cyclone in sneakers. His curls bounced, his jaw tightened, and his voice cut through the entire canteen.

"KUHU! Yeh kya circus chal raha hai?"

Silence. Every eye turned.

Tejas raised his brow lazily. "Relax, bro. We're just talking."

Rihaan's without-filter mouth spat fire.

"Talking? Oh wow. Is this what you call talking? Because from here it looks like National Geographic's 'Mating Rituals of Delhi's Cheapest Species."

The canteen exploded in laughter. Tejas's smirk faltered. Kuhu's eyes narrowed.

"Stop it, Rihaan!" she snapped, her South Delhi accent sharp. "Why are you embarrassing yourself? Leave him. Don't make a scene."

But Rihaan was just warming up.

He grabbed Tejas by the collar, yanking him forward until their noses almost touched. "Listen here, Verma ka showroom reject cheat codes and girlfriends are the only things you collect. Don't think you can add my girlfriend to your list."

Gasps echoed. A few phones came out, recording.

Tejas's boys stood, ready to fight, but before they could move, Rihaan did something no one expected. He shoved Tejas back, pulled a tissue from his pocket, wiped his hand like Tejas was contagious, and then tossed the tissue on one of his boys.

The crowd whistled. Someone shouted, "Savage!"

Kuhu rolled her eyes, furious. "God, Rihaan, shut your filthy mouth! You're unbelievable. You only spit nonsense. I can't do this anymore."

Rihaan froze. "Kya?"

"I want a break up." Her voice was cold.

The canteen gasped again.

For a second, Rihaan looked broken. Then his nonsense mouth took over. He spread his arms dramatically, his curls falling into his eyes.

"BREAK UP? Fine! Guess what, everyone" his voice boomed, ".....I BREAK UP WITH KUHU FIRST! She doesn't deserve me, my samosas deserve me more!"

Half the canteen burst into laughter. The other half whispered furiously. Kuhu's face flushed red, humiliated. Tejas smirked again, pleased.

Before Rihaan could declare another nonsense line, Vishvas rushed forward, grabbed him by the shoulders, and dragged him out.

"Bas kar, bhai! Ek din tu mujhe jail bhijwa dega."

Jay's Dorm

Poor Jay Sachdev, Rihaan's best friend, sat buried in notes, highlighters, and coffee. He was memorizing gynecology terms for his upcoming exam when the door banged open.

In stormed Vishvas, dragging Rihaan like a stubborn goat.

Rihaan collapsed on the bed, flailing. "My girlfriend dumped me for a walking STD with hair gel!"

Jay blinked. "I'm preparing for an exam on ovaries. And you bring me this nonsense?"

Vishvas dropped Rihaan on the mattress with a thud. "Take your friend. I'm done. Kolhapur se aaya tha padhne, not babysit Delhi's biggest drama queen."

Rihaan sat up, glaring. "Drama queen? Please. Main toh tragedy king hoon na. My life is basically a Netflix show.

Jay groaned, covering his face. "God, kill me."

Rihaan smirked. "Don't worry. Destiny already did."

To be continued