Tritpti, irritated after repeatedly calling Dihan for necessary notes, eventually throws her phone on the bed in frustration. She had been calling him for so long, but there was no response. Instead, the phone kept showing busy. At one point, Tritpti, frustrated, hangs up the phone.
“Did I ever expect that the arrival of a girl would create such a rift in our friendship, Dihan?” she mutters to herself as she exhales deeply. She then picks up her phone and calls Snigdha. As soon as Snigdha receives the call, Tritpti speaks from the other side.
“Hello!”
“Yes! Tritpti, what’s up?”
“What are you doing?”
“Nothing much.”
“Why? Didn’t you have the class test the day before yesterday? Aren’t you studying?”
“No.”
“Why?”
“I’m stressed.”
“Stressed about what?”
“My parents found out about my relationship with Ranbir.”
“What’s the stress? They were going to find out sooner or later. Maybe they found out earlier. So?”
“You don’t really understand, Tritpti. You’re taking it lightly, but it’s not as simple as it seems.”
On the other side of the phone, Snigdha sighs deeply, and Tritpti, surprised, says, “Okay, I admit I didn’t understand. Now tell me everything.”
After Snigdha tells her everything, Tritpti reassures her, saying, “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Auntie and Uncle tomorrow.”
“Really? You’ll come to my house?”
“Why? Do you have a problem with that?”
“Oh, no, silly. I’m happy that you’ll be talking to my parents. I believe only you can make them understand.”
Tritpti smiles softly and then says, “Alright, I’ll talk to you tomorrow at the university.”
“Okay, my dear sweet heart. Love you so much.”
“Love you too.”
After ending the call, Tritpti briefly considers calling Dihan again but decides against it and goes to sleep instead. Meanwhile, Dihan, seeing the missed calls from Tritpti on his phone, sighs deeply.
The next morning, while everyone is having breakfast at the table, Tritpti’s mother, Hena Ferdous, says to Tritpti, “A proposal has come for you, Tritpti. The boy is nice. He lives abroad and returned a month ago. He saw your picture and liked you. What do you think? We’ll move forward based on your opinion.”
“I’m not getting married right now, Mom.”
Hearing this, Hena Ferdous gives a disappointed look to her husband, Ahiyan Ferdous, who then says, “Look, don’t do this. Good proposals like this don’t come often.”
Tritpti leaves half of her breakfast on the table and stands up. “Look, Dad. For marriage, one has to be mentally prepared. But I’m not at all prepared. I’m not getting married. Please convey this to the boy’s family. That’s my final decision. I’m leaving now. I’m getting late for the university.”
After saying this, she heads toward the door, leaving her parents behind with a deep sigh.
At the Baku tree, Dihan, Snigdha, Ranbir, Ruhan, and Bipasha are sitting together, chatting. Since they arrived late, no one attended the first class today, so they’re spending time talking under the tree. Just then, Tritpti enters and sees Bipasha sitting with the group. She can’t help but frown at her. Bipasha always seems like a clove in a biryani to her.
Seeing Tritpti standing there, Dihan asks, “Why are you just standing there?”
“What, should I dance?”
“If you can, show me.”
“Shut up, you brat.”
Then, addressing Snigdha, Tritpti says, “Let’s go to class. The next class starts in five minutes.”
“Oh, come on, sit and chat a little. Why do you always focus on class, class?”
Hearing Dihan’s words, Tritpti sighs softly and then says, “I don’t have a bird like you to make love with.”
“Snigdha, Ranbir, Ruhan, let’s go to class,” says Tritpti. Everyone gets up to go to class. Ruhan then asks Dihan, “Aren’t you going to class today?”
Dihan thinks for a moment and replies, “I’ve been attending classes my whole life. Now I want to do a little bit of love. You guys can go to class.”
Ruhan snorts and says, “Up to you.”
“Okay, let’s go. There’s no point in wasting time here disturbing them,” Tritpti says as she pulls Snigdha by the hand.
As they leave, Dihan stops them. “Hey, wait!”
Everyone stops, and Tritpti, seeing Bipasha beside Dihan, once again feels a frown coming on, but she holds back her frustration.
“This girl always follows Dihan around. When does she have time for class? If she doesn’t attend classes, why even come to the university?”
Muttering these words, Tritpti hears Dihan say, “Lately, you’ve been muttering a lot, Tritpti. Do you have a habit of talking to yourself now?”
“Yes! What’s it to you?”
“I can give you medicine for it,” Dihan replies.
“I don’t need your medicine. You should give it to your girlfriend who follows you around.”
At this, Bipasha glares at Tritpti. Tritpti ignores her and says to Snigdha, “Let’s go, there’s no point standing here wasting time.”
As Tritpti and Snigdha try to leave, Dihan shouts from behind, “Hey, where are you going? Why the hurry?”
“Let them go, man. I’m already tangled up,” says Ranbir.
Dihan looks at him curiously and asks, “What do you mean? You seem fine.”
“Oh, come on, stop joking,” Ranbir replies.
“Alright, alright, now tell me what’s really going on?” Dihan asks.
“Well, Tritpti is going to Snigdha’s house to talk about our wedding,” Ranbir replies.
Dihan bursts out laughing, “This little one is going to talk about your wedding!”
Tritpti turns back after walking a few steps, folds her arms, and says to Dihan, “Even though I’m small, I have better sense than you and your frustrations. Just make sure you and your Bipasha don’t end up needing my advice on your wedding.”
“Oh, whatever, we’re perfectly fine without your advice. We don’t need a small girl like you,” Dihan retorts.
Tritpti raises her finger to warn him, saying, “I’m done talking to you.”
“Feels like you’re jealous, huh?” Dihan smirks.
“I don’t have time to be jealous of fools like you and your girlfriend. Listen! You take your ‘Bipasha Natasha’ and keep her with you. It doesn’t affect me. Come on, Snigdha, let’s go, I’m getting late.”
With that, Tritpti pulls Snigdha by the hand and leaves. Watching her walk away, Dihan says to himself, “What’s going on with you, Tritpti? I can’t understand your attitude.”
As he understands her jealousy, Dihan smiles to himself. On the other hand, Ranbir and Ruhan, seeing Tritpti’s remarks about Bipasha, quietly chuckle. Seeing them laugh, Bipasha turns to Dihan and says, “Wow, Dihan, Tritpti said all that, and you didn’t say anything.”
“Yeah, Natasha Bipasha, say whatever you want,” Dihan replies.
Muttering under his breath, Dihan looks at Bipasha and bites his tongue.
