The venue for the fresher's party was alive with excitement. A grand hall draped in soft golden lights shimmered with the energy of new beginnings. Students gathered in clusters, some lost in animated conversations, others testing the dance floor with hesitant moves. The DJ played an upbeat mix, setting the tone for the night, while a few students near the buffet table were already indulging in the appetizers.
Then, the entrance doors swung open.
For a moment, the air inside the hall seemed to shift. A hush rippled through the crowd—not complete silence, but a subtle pause, a flicker of attention. Heads turned instinctively toward the doorway as if drawn by an invisible force.
And there they were.
Jay stepped in first, his presence commanding yet effortlessly smooth. The golden embroidery on his black velvet blazer gleamed under the party lights, catching just enough attention to remind people that he was, without question, someone to notice. The fitted cut of his outfit accentuated his sharp features, and the way he carried himself—one hand lazily tucked into his pocket, the other adjusting his cuff—made it clear he knew exactly what he was doing. His black loafers, with their gold embellishments, clicked against the polished floor as he walked, each step exuding quiet confidence.
Tiya followed right beside him, her aura completely different yet just as striking. The oversized black blazer hung loosely over her frame, its gold buttons adding a touch of rebellious elegance. The cargo pants and sneakers made her look effortlessly cool, the kind of look that made others wish they could pull it off as easily as she did. A gold chain glinted against her collarbone, catching the light as she glanced around with an expression of amused detachment. Her short, tousled hair framed her face in a way that made her smirk seem even more dangerous.
And then came Chahat.
Graceful, poised, and breathtaking in a way that felt almost unfair, she walked in like the night was made for her. The black off-shoulder midi dress hugged her silhouette, the golden embroidery at the hem swaying delicately with each step. The metallic belt cinched at her waist highlighted her figure, while the soft waves in her hair framed her features perfectly. A golden glow dusted her cheekbones, her smoky eyeshadow giving her a mesmerizing edge. She clutched her black velvet purse with an effortless kind of elegance, the gold accents catching the light just enough to add to the allure.
The effect was instantaneous.
A group of second-year students near the bar nudged each other, eyes widening.
"Who are they?" someone whispered.
"That's Jay, right? He's the one who helped organize the event!" another voice chimed in.
"But who's the girl with the blazer? And the one in the dress—she looks like she walked straight out of a fashion show!"
Another student let out a low whistle. "I don't know where they came from, but damn, they didn't come to play."
Near the dance floor, a trio of freshers exchanged glances. One of them, a girl in a simple blue dress, gaped. "I thought this was just a normal party, but now it feels like a celebrity event."
"Yeah," her friend agreed, eyes locked on the trio making their way inside. "It's like… the cool seniors just arrived, and now everyone else is just background noise."
The whispers spread, a ripple effect of fascination. Some students instinctively adjusted their outfits, suddenly feeling a little less put together. Others watched with awe, their curiosity piqued by the effortless presence the trio exuded.
Jay, Tiya, and Chahat didn't need to say a word. They had already won the night.
Jay, sensing the attention, merely smirked. He cast a glance at Tiya and Chahat, then leaned slightly toward them. "Looks like we made an entrance."
Tiya scoffed, hands in her pockets. "Like there was ever any doubt."
Chahat chuckled softly, tilting her head slightly. "Now let's see if the party actually lives up to the hype."