“You know, carrying my bag isn’t a big deal, right?” she said, smirking.

Hiten raised an eyebrow. “Smart packing, huh? You’ve basically brought your entire wardrobe. How do you even fit this in the bus?”

Aarya laughed, nudging him. “Careful, Dumbo, or I’ll make you carry even more tomorrow.”

The teachers then called for attention, standing to make an announcement. “Attention, everyone! The trip has been extended by two days. Parents have been informed, and they’ve agreed to it.”

Hiten’s eyes met Aarya’s, both glowing with delight. “Looks like we’re getting bonus time together,” he said softly, a grin tugging at the corners of his lips.

Aarya clapped her hands together, unable to hide her excitement. “Finally! More mischief opportunities!”

As the students set off to explore the town, the streets of Rainvale welcomed them with music and colors. Vibrant banners hung between small wooden houses, the aroma of local food floated through the air, and tiny games were set up in every alley. Hiten followed Aarya closely, teasing lightly. “Careful, Muffin, don’t trip over all this excitement.”

Aarya turned with a mischievous smile. “Oh yeah, Dumbo? Maybe you should watch where you’re going instead.”

Her teasing was sharp but playful, and Hiten only chuckled softly, maintaining his calm demeanor while letting her take the lead in most of the games. Every so often, he would counter her taunts with subtle jabs, making her laugh even harder.

They stopped at small food stalls, trying roasted corn, steaming tea, and local sweets. Aarya’s eyes sparkled as she picked up a tiny pastry. “You’re too calm, you know? Missed half the fun while analyzing everything!”

Hiten grinned, adjusting his scarf. “Someone has to keep the chaos under control. Otherwise, Muffin here would start dancing on every stall table.”

She poked him lightly, “Don’t even joke about it!” They shared a laugh, blending their playful energy with the town’s vibrant atmosphere.

Soon, they came across a small food cart run by a kind elderly lady. Steam rose from boiling pots, and the smell of spices filled the air. Hiten bowed slightly. “Excuse me, ma’am. Would it be alright if we tried making some ourselves?”

The lady smiled warmly, her eyes crinkling. “Of course, dears! Just follow my instructions carefully.”

Aarya’s eyes lit up as they each took a small workstation. Flour scattered, water splashed, and laughter rang through the air as they tried to shape their portions. Hiten leaned closer, guiding her hands gently. “Hold it like this. Not too much pressure, just gently.”

Her hands brushed his as she concentrated, and though she continued teasing, her eyes lingered on him longer than usual. “You’re too calm… it’s kind of suspicious,” she said with a soft laugh.

Once the dish was cooked, they tasted their creations. Hiten winked. “Not bad, Muffin.”

Aarya snorted, cheeks coloring. “Stop calling me that here! Or…”

“Or?” Hiten prompted, a teasing glint in his eyes.

“I’d punish you!” she shot back, laughing.

“Okay, Miss Angry Muffin,” he said playfully, and they both dissolved into laughter, enjoying the moment more than the food itself.

As evening approached, the teachers called everyone to the open square for a cultural performance. “Who will dance on the stage?” they asked. All eyes turned toward Hiten and Aarya.

Both: “What? Why us?”

Teacher: “After all, you’ve won the competition before! Step up and show everyone your skills.”

Reluctantly at first, but with growing confidence, they danced. Their movements were fluid, playful, and perfectly timed, earning cheers and applause from everyone present.

After the dance, a local guitarist played a soft tune nearby. Hiten stepped forward, polite but confident. “Can I try playing that once?”

The guitarist raised an eyebrow. “Do you know how to play it?”

Hiten grinned. “Just wait and watch.”

He played a soft, soulful tune that drew everyone’s attention. Aarya watched him intently, her eyes glowing with admiration. In that moment, the hustle of the town and the chatter of students seemed to fade, leaving only the music and the warmth between them.

Later, back at the inn, the group shared dinner and talked about the day’s events. Hiten leaned his head gently on Aarya’s shoulder. “Best pillow I’ve had all day,” he murmured.

Aarya nudged him softly. “Hey, sleepyhead, get up a little… don’t want to flatten me.”

They laughed, teasing each other gently, but in the quiet moments, their voices softened. Playful mischief blended seamlessly with sincere conversation, making the night feel calm, intimate, and comforting.

As the evening deepened, the teachers gathered everyone for a special nighttime teamwork challenge. Pairs of one boy and one girl were assigned, and the task was revealed: venture into the forest, retrieve two oil lamps, and return. Each pair must be together, navigating jumpscares and obstacles. The fastest and most coordinated duo would win a prize and a treat.

Hiten and Aarya exchanged glances, excitement and anticipation mingling in their expressions. “Looks like we’re stuck together,” she said with mock annoyance.

He smirked. “Good. I wouldn’t have it any other way, Muffin.”

Her cheeks tinged pink, but she grinned. “Let’s just make sure we don’t get scared!”

The chapter closed with the silhouettes of pairs moving into the dark forest, oil lamps glinting faintly in the mist, the thrill of adventure and closeness wrapping around Hiten and Aarya like a warm, unspoken promise.

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