The next few days went surprisingly normal.
Aryan tried to talk to the girl, but every time he approached, something small—an accidental glance, a shared reaction—made the classmates whisper.
"Are they… a couple?"
Aryan flushed, unsure how to respond.
He kept trying, awkwardly, to strike up conversation, but she remained calm, almost teasing him silently with her silence.
Even during lunch or in the hallways, people around them kept giving knowing looks.
Aryan tried to ignore it, focusing on the system's mission.
By the end of the day, he was exhausted.
Dragging his feet, he finally reached home.
His mother greeted him at the door.
"You've been tired lately, Aryan. Listen… next week you have to bring your sister from the hostel. Don't be late."
Aryan nodded quietly, the weight of responsibility pressing down on him.
He glanced at the evening sky, thinking of the girl, the box, and the strange mission ahead.
This is only the beginning…