The fest was in full swing. Music blasted from the speakers, students milled around the decorated stalls, and the energy in the air buzzed with excitement. Myra should have been thrilled—everything was running smoothly, nothing was out of place. It was perfect.
And yet, she felt completely out of sync.
Because Arjun Khanna had managed to crawl into her head and refused to leave.
"President, stop overthinking."
Myra turned to find Arjun beside her, hands tucked into his pockets, watching her like he could hear every thought running through her mind.
She scowled. "I'm not overthinking."
He raised an eyebrow. "Then why do you look like you're calculating the probability of disaster?"
"Because I know this school. Something will go wrong."
Arjun grinned. "And you'll fix it, like always.
