Chapter Eleven

"So, you're not having a random party this time." Sarita said. "It's your birthday tomorrow. Why didn't you tell me?"

Vikrant shrugged. "It didn't come up in our conversations."

"You invited me to it but you didn't say it was your birthday." She said in an accusing tone. "I don't think I have the time to get you a present now."

"Your presence at my party would be a better present." He said.

"Are you always this smooth, Mr Suryavanshi?" She teased.

Vikrant laughed. "Is it working?"

"You'll have to be more convincing than that." Sarita grinned.

"You'll be at my party tomorrow." He told her.

"Overconfident?" She arched her brow.

"Not really." He said. "But it's something I know. Here we are." He stopped in front of room 202.

"Mrs Newton will be so mad." Sarita muttered as she peered into the class through the glass. "She hates tardy students."

"I'll talk to her." He knocked on the door before Sarita could stop him and opened the door.

Twenty something pairs of eyes turned to look at him