"Don't say it like that," Trippy groaned, finally sitting down. "Graduation is just a fancy word for 'get a real job and stop eating instant noodles for breakfast.'"
"Guys, we're actually graduating soon," Naira said, breaking the silence. She wasn't looking at them; she was looking at a flyer for the senior farewell party. "Don't say it like that," Trippy groaned, finally
Bagga walked up then, slamming a massive box of sweets on the table. "Who’s stopping? Listen, the degree is just a piece of paper. The real 'College Romance' wasn't just about the couples, it was about this table. As long as we have a place to sit and complain about life, we haven't graduated from each other." Bagga walked up then, slamming a massive box
"To the table," they echoed, the sounds of their laughter drowning out the ticking clock of the final semester. The real 'College Romance' wasn't just about the
"But we’ve been through everything here," Karan added, finally putting his pen down. "The disastrous first dates, the canteen brawls, the 3:00 AM study sessions that turned into movie marathons... how do we just stop being 'us'?"
The air in the familiar college canteen felt heavy with the scent of overpriced coffee and the looming shadow of final exams. Karan sat at their usual corner table, staring at a blank notebook, while Trippy paced back and forth, muttering about a "life-changing" business idea that involved selling customized exam-stress stress balls.
They all looked at the box, then at each other. The stress of the future didn't vanish, but for a moment, it felt manageable. They weren't just students anymore; they were a story that didn't need a finale. "To the table?" Naira asked, raising her water bottle.