By the third day after The Dance, the boys on campus were no longer just crushing—they were suffering.
They were moody, distracted, competitive during presentations, oddly well-groomed, and weirdly poetic during breaks. But one thing united them all: the desperate need to know—Is She seeing someone?
Since none of them had the courage to ask her directly—because somehow, even now, she still radiated intimidating coolness—they did the next best thing:
They begged the girls.
In stairwells, during water breaks, after group assignments, boys were seen cornering girls with the same desperate whisper:
“Just… ask her, okay?”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKKwmfi0E0f
“You’re her roommate, right? You must know.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡ0SXpfbU6vg
“If you ask, it’s casual. If I ask, it’s creepy. Please.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡv33drWrIrJ
“I’ll do your part of the group project. Just ask her ONE question: Is she single?”
The girls, naturally, were living for this.
“I love this,” said Diya, clapping her hands after hearing the third bribe of the day. “They’re crumbling like dominos. This is the best part of training.”
Later that evening, back at the girls’ hostel lounge, Ira was lounging on the beanbag, hoodie on, sipping tea with one hand and tapping her phone with the other. A few girls sat around, pretending to scroll, when Sneha leaned in, trying to sound casual.
“So, Ira… you are seeing someone?”
Ira looked up, confused for half a second because of the sudden question. “Hmm? No.”
The girls exchanged glances. They pressed further.
“Like… not even talking to someone? An ex-maybe?”
She blinked again. “Nope. Never dated.”
Now they stared at her like she’d just declared she’d never eaten food.
“Wait...What?? Never?”
Ira nodded, as if she’d said she preferred tea over coffee. “Yeah.”
Silence.
Then came the explosion.
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN NEVER DATED?!”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡSCsY93dYFa
“You’re Ira Rathore! The Ira Rathore!”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡJK4a5REQK2
“Have you seen your own face?! You DANCE!”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡRUsktVBNxx
“You literally made half the boys on campus forget how to talk!”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFJWMzWzd0x
“How can you never have dated anyone?!”
Ira, entirely calm, shrugged. “No one ever asked.”
And just like that—boom. Nuclear detonation. Shockwaves through the room.
Because she didn’t say it sadly. She wasn’t fishing for compliments. There was no heartbreak, no angst. Just pure, genuine confusion—like it never even occurred to her that someone would.
The girls stared at her, minds racing, expressions ranging from disbelief to actual heartbreak on behalf of every boy too stupid to ask her out over the years.
“She thinks it’s normal,” one whispered.12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡEn7CS8duWr
“She legit doesn’t get it.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡblLNZQE4Ub
“I want to scream and cry and hug her at the same time.”
“And you’re telling me,” Diya said slowly, pointing at her like she was trying to solve an ancient riddle, “no one ever flirted with you?”
Ira shrugged. “I thought they were being nice.”
More gasps. One girl actually facepalmed.
Then Ira stood up, stretched, and said, “Anyway, I’m going to crash. Night.”
And she walked off. Just like that.
Leaving behind a room full of girls with hands on their heads, shaking their heads in disbelief.
“She just… walked away after dropping that.”
“BRO—WE HAVE TO TELL THE BOYS, "Someone finally said.
Across the boys’ hostel…
When the report reached them, it spread like wildfire.
“She’s never dated.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡt8HAS0nKQA
“She’s single single.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡXoKdqVoZm8
“And get this—no one ever asked her out.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡKwJVBqj6vl
“NO ONE.”
That night, chaos unfolded.
Boys were seen Googling “how to flirt with cool girls,” rehearsing opening lines in the mirror, and holding emergency strategy sessions in dorm rooms. There were actual whiteboards involved in some cases.
“Okay, so we approach casual—but respectful.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡFV7BsqPSOZ
“We can’t ALL ask her out at once. It’ll look like a flash mob.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡAq437p8FCH
“We assign three reps. Two to talk, one to distract.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡzh5mfSm8FF
“What if she thinks we’re joking? She probably will. We need proof of sincerity.”12Please respect copyright.ＰＥＮＡＮＡykHJDUic1u
“Should we send flowers? No, too much. Wait. YES.”
One guy sat on his bed in total silence before whispering, “We failed her. As a gender. As a society.”
Meanwhile, the subject of all this heartbreak and chaos—Ira Rathore—was peacefully asleep, earphones in, unaware that the entire campus was losing its collective mind over one simple fact:
She had never been asked out.
And even now, she didn’t know she’d become the unspoken campus legend.
To her, it was just another day. Just a hoodie, some tea, and people acting… weird again.
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