The morning corridors of St. Monarch's International School
were alive with whispers, giggles, and sideways glances.
Everyone seemed to know by now that the new girl, Niya
Sharma, had not only roasted the infamous Apex Four but also
managed to outplay them at basketball without breaking a
sweat. Some admired her calm intelligence, some were
intimidated, and others were just plain curious.
Across the hallway, the Apex Four leaned casually against the
lockers, observing her every move.
"She's bold," Aarav muttered, his voice low. "Confident,
composed… and completely untouchable. But why does she act
like she doesn't care about us?"
Veer laughed, trying to act nonchalant, though his eyes followed
her every step. "Bold, fearless… and irritating. But I kinda like it."
Kairo smirked, adjusting his backpack. "She's interesting. Makes
me wonder what else she's hiding."
Soren, as usual, didn't speak. His gaze, cold and analytical,
followed Niya with sharp precision.
By lunch, a small crowd had gathered in the cafeteria. One
mischievous boy, clearly inspired by the rumours about Niya,
decided to provoke her. He deliberately bumped into another
student's tray, sending food and juice spilling across the table.
The students around gasped, expecting an argument or chaos.
Niya didn't flinch. She calmly walked to the scene, tilting her
head slightly.
"Messing with someone's lunch isn't clever," she said softly,
voice calm but commanding. "Clean it up before it becomes a
bigger problem. And don't try it again."
The boy blinked, shocked by her composure. He had expected
shouting, tears, or flinching. But Niya simply stood there, calm,
precise, and unbothered.
Veer stepped forward, smirking. "Wow, bossy already? Who
gave you the right to order people around?"
Niya's eyes met his, cool and unshakable. "Right? Common
sense gives me the right. And it's amazing how people like you
never seem to have it."
The cafeteria erupted in whispers and giggles. Some students
were impressed; others were slightly scared.
Aarav, leaning casually, crossed his arms, a faint smirk playing on
his lips. "She's fearless. Bold. Not like the rest of them."
Kairo chuckled softly. "She doesn't even look like she's afraid of
us. That's… different."
Veer huffed. "Different? She's just… lucky."
Soren didn't speak. His sharp eyes, as always, studied her every
micro expression, every calm step, every flicker of confidence.
Later, during free period, the Apex Four decided to finally
approach her. Aarav took the lead.
"You're Niya, right? The girl who's been keeping everyone on
edge?" he asked, leaning slightly against the railing.
Niya glanced at him, tilting her head. "Depends on who's
asking," she said softly, but there was an unmistakable
confidence in her voice.
Veer grinned, trying to lighten the tension. "Don't be so serious.
We just want to talk… and maybe test if you're as bold as
everyone says."
Niya's eyes met his, unwavering. "Talk is fine. But don't mistake
my calmness for weakness."
Kairo smirked. "No one's mistaking anything. You're…
interesting. Not like anyone else here."
Soren stayed back, silent as ever, but his piercing gaze never left
her.
The conversation ended there, but the tension lingered. The
Apex Four, used to being feared and respected, realized that
Niya was not someone to underestimate. She had intelligence,
calm, and boldness all in one, and yet she didn't try to dominate
anyone physically.
That afternoon, a few incidents happened in the corridors that
Niya handled with effortless composure. A student dropped his
books near her, clearly flustered. Niya picked them up without a
word and handed them back, her calm smile disarming his
nervousness. A group of younger students started whispering
about an upcoming basketball game, and Niya gave them a
piece of advice, gently but firmly correcting mistakes in their
technique, earning quiet respect.
Meanwhile, the Apex Four observed everything.
"She's everywhere," Veer muttered. "She doesn't even try to get
noticed, but somehow everyone's watching her."
Aarav nodded slowly, leaning back. "She's bold, smart… and not
scared of us. Very interesting."
Kairo added, "I wonder if she ever gets nervous. Even for a
second."
Soren's silence, as always, spoke volumes. His eyes were
calculating, measuring, analysing.
By the time school ended, Niya had left her mark on everyone
she interacted with. She hadn't raised her voice, hadn't gotten
aggressive, hadn't shown even a hint of intimidation. Yet her
calm confidence, intelligence, and wit had made her
untouchable in her own right.
The Apex Four, who had always dominated the school, suddenly
felt challenged—not in strength, but in sheer presence. For
them, Niya Sharma was not just another new girl; she was a
puzzle, a force, and a challenge all at once.
And for Niya, it was just another day proving that intelligence,
calmness, and confidence could be more powerful than any act
of aggression.