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Aravind was a boy who lived in Borivali. Every day, he went to his school. But he didn’t like it. He was weak in maths and had failed many tests. Because of that, his classmates always bullied him. They called him names like “failure” and “loser.” This made Aravind feel sad and small.
Every day, he told his class teacher about the bullying. But the teacher didn’t listen. “Just ignore them,” the teacher would say. Aravind felt alone. No one understood his pain.
One day, Aravind didn’t go to tuition. He felt too sad and had no confidence left. He didn’t want to face his bullies. Instead, for the first time, he walked into a café nearby. He ordered a coffee and sat in a corner, thinking about his life.
Then he saw someone familiar. It was Maitri, a girl from his class. She was the class topper. Everyone thought she was perfect. But Aravind noticed she looked upset.
He walked up to her and said, “Hi Maitri, what are you doing here?”
Maitri looked surprised. “Hi Aravind. I could ask you the same question.”
“I was… on leave,” Aravind lied.
Maitri smiled a little and looked down. “Actually, I was scared to go to class today,” she said. “People always make fun of my voice. I have a disease in my vocal cords. It’s not my fault, but they laugh anyway.”
Aravind was shocked. “You? But you’re the topper!”
“Yes,” Maitri said. “But still, they bully me. I try to act strong, but inside, I get scared.”
They both sat in silence for a moment. Then Aravind said, “I’m scared too. Every day. But maybe we don’t have to be scared anymore.”
Maitri looked at him. “What do you mean?”
“We can face them together. I’ll help you, and you help me. We’ll show them that being different isn’t a weakness.”
Maitri smiled. For the first time, Aravind felt a little brave. They both stood up, finished their coffee, and decided to go back to class—together.
That day, something changed. Not in the bullies—but in Aravind and Maitri. They were still afraid, but they had each other now. And that gave them the courage to move forward.
Now that Aravind and Maitri have decided to face their fears together, they realize they need a plan—not just to survive the bullying, but to change how their classmates think.
Chapter 2 : unheard voice
One evening after school, they meet at the same café. This time, they bring notebooks. Maitri suggests starting a "Support Circle" at tuition—a safe group where anyone can share their struggles anonymously. Aravind, nervous but inspired, agrees. They decide to they make box of justice who can gave justice to bullying person
When its full you can gave hard action on that buller . In that time maitri realize her voice was changing slowly they goes and take permission from the teacher they gave permission for this .
Teacher unannounced that rule in class everyone
Was in shok and when they hear Arvind and Maitri was incharge of that rule they start bullying them . But some students get confidence to complent there problem on this box teacher take this box on a wall . From that day who students are in fear of bullies these are changes day by day bullying rate was coming low
But one day one boy name shri when no one in
The classroom his friends and he take the justice box And starting destroying they cut the complents and throws in dustbin . On next day Arvind comes to see the box but when he saw
The box was destroy he goes to teacher cabin and said that box was destroyed and complents was cuted and throwed in the dustbin.
Teacher comes and asking everyone who destroy the box no one can gave answers but one boy know but he was in blackmail from shri
You say my name i injured you . That comes to where Arvind was seat and gave a letter but excidentliy that letter goes on shri' s beanch
When shri read it after class he catch that boy and start fighting with him that was full injured
His hand was frakcherd and from his mouth blood was flowing . But that boy never says his name . Arvind was fully sure that box was destroyed by shri but he don't had a clue . In afternoon everyone meets and discuss. Maitri said there are problem that bad students are
Know fighting that one boy who was injured that day i knows him he lives at my next building his mom says he was saying he having fear of that boys.
CHAPTER 3 : voice of truth
The next day, the whole class was quiet. Everyone had heard about what happened to Rahul. He was badly hurt. His hand was fractured, and his mouth was bleeding that day. Now he was in the hospital. But the most shocking thing was—he didn’t say who did it.
Aravind sat at his desk, looking at the Justice Box on the wall. It was broken. The complaints were gone. His heart was heavy. He was angry. Not just because of Shri, but because no one was speaking up.
After school, he met Maitri behind the library. She was waiting for him, her arms crossed, a serious look on her face.
“This is going too far,” Aravind said, trying to control his anger.
“I know,” Maitri replied. “Rahul is scared. But we can’t let this go.”
Aravind looked down. “Even if we know Shri did it, we have no proof.”
Maitri thought for a moment. “Let’s go to Rahul’s house. Maybe he will write it down. He doesn’t have to speak.”
That evening, they went to Rahul’s home. His mother looked tired and worried.
“Please come in,” she said. “Rahul hasn’t spoken much. He’s scared.”
Rahul was sitting on his bed. His hand was in a cast. He looked at them with tired eyes.
“Rahul,” Aravind said softly, “we’re your friends. You can trust us.”
Rahul didn’t say anything. Maitri sat beside him.
“You don’t have to speak. But if you can write what happened, it will help.”
Rahul looked at them both. Then he slowly nodded. He picked up a pencil with his uninjured hand and began to write.
He wrote everything—how Shri and his friends came when no one was there, how they tore the complaint letters, threw them in the dustbin, and how Shri warned him not to tell anyone. And finally, he wrote about how Shri found the letter by mistake and beat him up badly after school.
When Rahul gave them the paper, Aravind felt something inside him burn. This was not just bullying. This was cruelty.
The next morning, they went straight to the principal’s office. Aravind was nervous, but Maitri held his hand and said, “We’re doing the right thing.”
The principal read the letter carefully. He looked serious.
“I will take action,” he said. “Thank you for bringing this to me.”
Later that day, Shri and his friends were called to the office. At first, they said they didn’t do anything. But when the principal showed them Rahul’s letter, their faces changed. They didn’t look so confident anymore.
“I didn’t mean to hurt him so badly,” Shri muttered.
“You threatened a student. You destroyed school property. You hurt someone,” the principal said firmly. “You will be suspended for two weeks. Your parents will be called.”
That news spread fast. Some students were scared. Others were happy that finally, someone was standing up to the bullies.
Rahul returned to school a few days later. He was quiet, but when he saw the new Justice Box on the wall—stronger and with a lock—he smiled a little.
More students started putting their problems in the box. This time, the teacher checked it every day. And slowly, things started to change.
Shri and his friends came back after their suspension, but they were not the same. They didn’t bully anymore. Maybe they were scared now. Or maybe they had understood something.
Aravind began to feel different too. He wasn’t just the boy who was scared of maths or bullies. He was someone who had taken a stand.
One day, Maitri looked at him and said, “You were really brave.”
Aravind smiled. “I wasn’t alone.”
Together, they had made a small change. And that change gave everyone a little more courage.
Chapter 4: The Day of Tears
The days after the Justice Box was rebuilt were calm. Most students were careful now. Aravind and Maitri thought the worst had passed. But life is not always fair.
One morning, Aravind came to school and saw Rahul sitting alone near the garden. He looked down, lost in thought.
“Hey Rahul,” Aravind said, walking over. “You okay?”
Rahul nodded but didn’t say anything. His eyes looked tired. He seemed smaller somehow, like all the fight in him was gone.
Maitri joined them and gave Rahul a sandwich. “Eat something. You need strength.”
Rahul took it silently. Maitri and Aravind looked at each other with worry. Something was wrong.
In class, Rahul barely raised his head. When the teacher asked him a question, he didn’t answer. After school, he left quietly before anyone could talk to him.
That evening, Maitri got a call from Rahul’s mother. Her voice was shaking.
“Rahul didn’t come home yet. Did he tell you anything?”
Maitri’s heart dropped. “No, Aunty. We’ll look for him right now.”
She called Aravind and told him everything. They searched nearby areas—the café, the library, even the old playground—but Rahul was nowhere to be found.
Finally, they went to the terrace of their building. And there, sitting on the edge, was Rahul. His eyes were red.
“Rahul!” Aravind shouted, running to him. “What are you doing?”
“I just wanted to feel the wind,” Rahul said softly, not turning around.
Maitri sat beside him, tears in her eyes. “You scared us. Please come down.”
Rahul took a deep breath. “I’m tired. I thought things would get better. But even now, some boys laugh at me. They call me weak. My uncle says I brought shame to the family by complaining. I don’t feel strong anymore.”
Aravind sat beside him too. “Rahul, we’re all hurting. But that doesn’t mean you’re alone. Look at us—we came for you. Because you matter to us.”
Maitri wiped her tears. “Pain is real. But it doesn’t last forever. You helped others by being brave. That’s not weakness. That’s power.”
Slowly, Rahul stood up. He turned to them, tears falling down his cheeks. “Thank you… I just… I didn’t know what to do.”
They walked him home. His mother hugged him tightly, crying. She thanked Maitri and Aravind again and again.
That night, Aravind couldn’t sleep. He thought about Rahul, about how deep the pain had gone. He realized that even if the bullies were punished, the wounds they left behind didn’t heal easily.
The next day, Aravind stood in front of the class. His hands were shaking, but he spoke anyway.
“Rahul is not weak. None of us are. But we can’t forget what he went through. This isn’t just about rules. This is about hearts. Let’s promise we will not just stop bullying—but also support each other, always.”
Some students looked down. Others nodded. Maitri smiled from her seat.
That day, the classroom felt different. Sad, but honest. And from that sorrow, a new understanding began to grow.
Chapter 5: The Day of Wonder
One week after Rahul came back to school, something amazing happened. Aravind walked into the class and saw a big chart on the wall. It had colorful drawings and kind words written on it. On top, it said: “Voices That Matter.”
He looked closer and saw small notes stuck to the chart. Some said, “Thank you, Aravind and Maitri.” Others said, “You gave us courage.” Even Rahul had written one that said, “You helped me find my voice again.”
Aravind stood still, surprised. “Who did this?” he asked.
“We all did,” said a girl named Ruchi. “You both started something good. We wanted to join.”
Maitri walked in just then and saw the chart. Her eyes went wide. “This is… beautiful.”
Soon, the teacher entered and smiled when she saw the chart. “This is what school should be about. Kindness, courage, and care.”
That day, something else surprising happened. A boy named Tanmay, who was always quiet, stood up in front of the class.
“I want to share something,” he said. “I stammer. Because of that, I never spoke much. But Aravind and Maitri showed me that even with fear, we can speak. So I will try now.”
He stammered a little but kept going. When he finished, the class clapped. Tanmay smiled, amazed by his own courage.
The principal visited the class later. She had heard about everything. “We are going to start this project in all classes. Every student will have a voice. This started here, and I’m proud of you all.”
Aravind couldn’t believe it. He had once been afraid to come to school. Now, the school was learning from him. It felt like a dream.
At the end of the day, Maitri said, “Did you ever think we’d come this far?”
Aravind laughed softly. “Never. But I’m glad we did.”
The sky outside was full of colors as the sun set. It looked like even nature was smiling. What started with pain and fear had turned into something wonderful.
And the story was not over. Not yet.
Chapter 6: Laughter in the Library
After a tiring week of school tests, scoldings, and two days of heavy rain, Friday felt like a sigh of relief. The air smelled of damp mud and wet socks. The bell rang for the library period, and Aravind, Maitri, and their best friend Sahil walked in like three exhausted soldiers looking for peace.
“Finally, a period where no one screams at us,” Aravind whispered, dragging his feet like a tired zombie.
“But the books stare at us like they know we failed maths,” Sahil added with a grin.
Maitri rolled her eyes. “Please, both of you act like cartoons.”
They tiptoed between the rows of bookshelves and reached their favorite corner — behind the last row, near the big window where you could hear the raindrops tapping on the glass.
“Let’s find the weirdest book here,” Sahil said, starting his hunt. Aravind picked up one and read the title out loud: "The Secret Lives of Indian Cows."
All three burst into quiet giggles.
Maitri opened it and read seriously, “Page 14: One cow in 1872 was known for licking only Britishers and refusing Indian food.”
Aravind added, “She clearly had taste issues.”
Sahil smacked the book, laughing. “She was a colonial cow!”
They tried their best to stay quiet, but Sahil’s laugh came out like a car horn. “HAAA-HAAAA!”
“SHHHH!” came a sharp voice.
It was the librarian, Mrs. D’Mello. She peered at them like a hawk wearing spectacles.
“Silence, children. This is not your drawing room!”
“Sorry ma’am,” all three chorused, hiding their laughter behind their palms.
As soon as she turned away, Sahil whispered, “She scares me more than my mom with a slipper.”
They all nodded seriously for a second—then broke into muffled giggles again.
Maitri found another book — a detective story featuring a pigeon who solves crimes in Mumbai.
“Look at this illustration,” she whispered, pointing to a badly drawn pigeon in sunglasses. “Why does it look like it pays rent?”
Aravind read aloud in a deep voice: “Detective Pankaj the Pigeon followed the smell of samosas to catch the thief.”
“Imagine him flying and shouting, ‘You are under arrest! Coo-coo!’” Sahil acted it out, flapping his arms.
They were howling with silent laughter, shaking and slapping each other's arms, tears in their eyes.
Then came a cough.
A tall figure was standing behind them. They looked up and froze.
It was Shri.
The same Shri who had once thrown Aravind’s tiffin on the floor.
The same Shri who used to make fun of Sahil’s height and Maitri’s braces.
He stood holding a comic book in his hand, staring at them. For a second, nobody said anything.
Aravind braced himself. “Now he’ll insult us or call us names again,” he thought.
But Shri just held up the comic and said, “You’re laughing at cows and pigeons? This cat comic is even funnier. The cat opens a detective agency and solves crimes using fish bones.”
There was silence.
Then Sahil said, “Only if she hires the pigeon as her assistant.”
To their surprise, Shri laughed. A real laugh. Not the fake bully-laugh.
“The pigeon would ask for paid holidays!” he joked.
Aravind and Maitri looked at each other, confused but amused.
Shri sat down near them, not too close, but not far either.
“Honestly, I didn’t know library time could be... fun,” Shri said, scratching his head.
“You never sat with anyone before,” Maitri said, carefully.
Shri shrugged. “I thought being tough meant staying alone. Turns out it’s just boring.”
There was a pause. Then Sahil nudged him. “Wanna help us write our own comic?”
“Sure,” Shri said, smiling shyly.
So that afternoon, four kids sat in the library corner, drawing and writing about a cow, a pigeon, and a cat detective team. They giggled over names, laughed at the silly stories, and for the first time, Shri didn’t feel like a bully. He felt like a part of something.
Even in the quietest place in school, even with rain pouring outside, their laughter echoed gently between the bookshelves.
And Mrs. D’Mello didn’t even scold them again.
She just smiled behind her glasses.
Chapter 7: The Stinky Mystery
It was a gloomy Monday morning, and the school cafeteria was unusually noisy. But when Aravind, Maitri, Sahil, and Shri entered to have their lunch, the first thing they noticed was the terrible smell.
“Ugh! What is that smell?” Maitri exclaimed, wrinkling her nose and waving her hand in front of her face.
Sahil covered his mouth and nose. “It’s like someone mixed rotten eggs with dirty socks!”
Aravind looked around, trying to find the source. The smell was so strong it made his eyes water.
“Let’s follow the smell,” Aravind suggested. They slowly moved toward the corner of the cafeteria, near the trash bins.
Shri stopped suddenly. “Wait, is that… coming from that old lunch box?”
Aravind carefully lifted a discarded lunch box that was half-hidden behind the trash bin. The lid was stuck, but a greenish, slimy liquid oozed out from one corner.
“Oh no! This is horrible!” Maitri gasped, stepping back quickly. “It looks like it’s been here for weeks.”
Sahil gagged. “Flies are already partying on it!”
Aravind noticed a small swarm of flies buzzing around the box. “This is definitely not safe. Someone left it here by mistake, I guess.”
Shri tried to hold his breath, but it was impossible. “I think I just lost my appetite.”
The group sat down at their table but kept glancing nervously toward the trash corner.
“I’m not eating anything until this smell goes away,” Maitri declared firmly.
Sahil nodded in agreement. “Neither am I.”
Aravind frowned. “We have to tell someone. If the janitor doesn’t clean it, the whole cafeteria will smell like this all day.”
Just then, Rahul, the cafeteria monitor, walked past their table. “Hey, what’s wrong? Why is everyone making faces?”
Sahil quickly pointed toward the trash bin. “There’s a rotten lunch box there, and it smells disgusting.”
Rahul wrinkled his nose. “Eww! That’s awful! Thanks for telling me.”
He ran off to find cleaning supplies.
The friends watched as Rahul returned with gloves, a mask, and a trash bag. Carefully, he picked up the smelly lunch box.
“Phew! That’s one disgusting job,” he said, throwing the box into the bag.
Aravind laughed softly. “Sometimes disgusting things teach us lessons.”
“What kind of lessons?” Maitri asked.
“Like always checking your things before throwing them away,” Aravind replied with a smile.
“And also how important it is to keep our school clean,” Sahil added.
Shri looked around and sniffed the air. “I’m just glad it’s gone. I was about to faint.”
Everyone laughed, happy that the mystery of the terrible smell was solved.
That day, they all learned that even the smallest mess can cause big trouble — and sometimes, a disgusting smell is a reminder to take better care of our surroundings.
Chapter 8: Quiet Moments
After the stinky lunchbox drama, the rest of the week passed quickly. The school felt normal again. No strange smells. No shouting. Just the usual classes, chats, and laughter.
On Saturday morning, the school had a half-day. The sky was blue with soft clouds floating lazily. After class, Aravind, Maitri, Sahil, and Shri walked to the back garden of the school — a quiet place with trees, birds, and a small bench under a neem tree.
“Why does this place always feel peaceful?” Maitri asked as she sat down, closing her eyes for a moment.
“Because it’s away from noise,” Aravind said. “No bells, no scolding teachers, no drama.”
Sahil lay on the grass with his hands behind his head. “And the air smells like leaves, not old lunchboxes.”
Everyone laughed gently.
Birds chirped in the branches. A butterfly flew past. The wind made the trees sway, and fallen leaves danced on the ground.
For a while, nobody spoke. They just listened. To the wind. The birds. Their own breath.
Shri, who was once the noisiest and roughest among them, leaned back and smiled. “I never used to notice things like this. I was always angry or busy showing off.”
“You’ve changed a lot,” Aravind said kindly.
“Thanks to you all,” Shri replied. “This quiet… it feels good.”
Maitri nodded. “Sometimes silence says more than words.”
They sat there for a long time, watching clouds move slowly across the sky.
There was no need to talk. No rush to go anywhere.
Just the soft feeling of peace, like a warm blanket on a cold day.
And in that stillness, they knew — not every moment needs laughter or excitement. Some moments are meant to be slow, silent, and full of peace.
Chapter 9: The Last Gathering
The school garden looked magical that night. Fairy lights hung from trees like stars, and the soft music playing made everything feel like a dream. Students laughed, danced, clicked photos, and shared memories.
It was their farewell night — their last big school event.
Aravind stood quietly under a tree, holding a small card. He had written a poem inside. His heart beat fast, and his hands felt cold. But his eyes searched for only one person — Maitri.
And there she was.
Standing near the flower decorations, talking to her friends, looking more beautiful than ever. Her white dress moved with the wind, and her laughter sounded like music to him.
He took a deep breath and walked up to her.
“Maitri,” he said gently.
She turned, surprised, then smiled. “Hey, Aravind! You look nice. Very different from our boring uniform days!”
He chuckled. “Thanks. You look… amazing.”
Maitri blushed. “Thank you.”
He held out the card. “I wrote this for you. Just something I’ve been wanting to say.”
She opened the card and read silently. Her eyes stopped at the lines:
“You were the calm in all my storm,
A quiet light, simple and warm.”
When she looked up, her voice was soft. “You really wrote this for me?”
“Yes,” Aravind said. “I didn’t know how to say it before, but… I’ve liked you for a long time. Not just as a friend. You’re special to me, Maitri.”
Maitri looked at him for a moment.
Then she smiled.
“I was hoping you’d say that,” she whispered. “Because I feel the same.”
Aravind’s heart almost stopped. “Really?”
She nodded. “You always noticed the small things. Helped me without showing off. You were kind. And slowly, I started waiting for your messages… your silly jokes… your poems.”
They both laughed shyly.
A slow song began to play.
“Can I ask something else?” Aravind said, his voice hopeful. “Will you dance with me?”
Maitri looked around, then back at him. “Yes. But only if you promise not to step on my foot.”
“I’ll try,” he laughed.
They walked to the center of the garden, under the lights. Their hands met — warm, a little nervous, but perfect.
As they danced, neither of them said much. They didn’t need to. The music, the lights, the smiles — everything said it for them.
And in that moment, under the stars, they weren’t just classmates anymore.
They were something more.
Something new.
Something beautiful.
As the music played and the stars twinkled above, Aravind and Maitri swayed gently on the grass. The world around them felt far away — like they were the only two people in that glowing garden.
“Aravind?” Maitri whispered.
“Hmm?”
“I think… I’m going to miss this. School. These nights. Us.”
He looked at her, smiling softly. “Me too.”
They stopped dancing, but didn’t let go of each other’s hands.
“Promise me something?” she asked.
“Anything.”
“Let’s not forget this moment. Even if everything changes after this.”
He nodded. “I won’t. Ever.”
There was a pause.
Then, slowly, gently, Maitri rested her head on his shoulder.
And Aravind closed his eyes — not because he was tired, but because he wanted to remember everything. Her voice. Her smile. The music. The night.
It wasn’t just a crush anymore.
It was something real.
Something soft, deep, and full of love.
And though they didn’t say the words out loud, they both knew...
Love had begun that night.
Quietly.
Beautifully.
The end ......
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