CH : 1 - THE BEGINNING OF US
THE SECRET LIFE OF HOSTEL WEIRDOS
CHAPTER : 1
💖 How We Met: The Beginning of Us
Zoya pov :
Everyone has a best friend in their life. A sibling without a drop of blood, but full of vibe.
How did you meet yours?
Your first encounter? Your first reaction?
Well... this is how I met those dumb, crazy, yet wonderful friends who somehow became pieces of my soul.
I had just finished 4th std and moved to a new girls' convent school—where my big sister was already studying. That’s when I met her for the first time.
Dark skin. Curly hair. Big doe eyes. An innocent look.
She was from another state. We were both new boarders. Strangers.
Our sisters—hers, my cousin’s friend—left us alone.
So we just… started talking.
> “Hi. You’re new?” I asked.
“Yes.”
…
“I’m Zoya.”
“I’m Rhea.”
…
Who would’ve thought that a few random words would lead to years of talking all kinds of bullshit?
And let me tell you now—
I was wrong to think she was innocent.
Rhea was NEVER innocent. 😤💅
We spent every moment together and slowly became besties.
Years passed. We reached 8th std.
That’s when we met her—the one with long, thick hair that reached below her butt, round glasses screaming “nerd,” and a book always in her hand.
Kiara.
A total topper. Obsessed with her marks.
Quiet, sharp, and—believe it or not—madly into skincare.
How did we become friends with her?
Honestly... we don’t even know.
One day she was just there. Giving good advice. Passing moisturizer. Correcting our grammar.
And we were like, “Yup. She’s one of us.”
Then came 9th std.
We were done. No more new people, please.
And that’s exactly when she walked in.
Dressed like a saint. All in white. Soft smile. Looked like she belonged in church.
We looked at her like:
“God, no. Not another one.”
But guess what?
She was nothing like we thought.
That girl?
Aanya.
Flirty. Bold. Daring to the core.
She could kill you with one wink and then laugh about it over Maggi.
How did she become part of us?
Simple. She was crazy enough to keep up.
Wherever we went—whatever class—we were labeled:
"The worst batch." The troublemakers.
And maybe we were.
But we were also the ones every teacher secretly trusted.
Except, well… a few typical ones. You know the type 😒
Now we’re in 10th std.
Older. Not really wiser. Still wild.
But one thing hasn’t changed:
We’re still those same dumb girls, still laughing over inside jokes, still riding through life together.
We weren’t just roommates.
We were—and still are—one soul in four bodies.
***TO BE CONTINUED***
