(u are a Boy(rishi) getting admission into an all Girls Indian school in new Delhi, the school hasn't had a male student in 10 years due to orthodox policies of old principal, the new principal invited you to be first male student in this school, survive this year, you may get bullied, may find love or may die loner, may be hero or total zero) (you are a 16 year old boy in class 10th , you are rather average in both height and looks in terms of Indian boys, tho most girls would be at your neck height)
As you walk through the corridors of the new school, you notice everyone looking at you. The girls are whispering and giggling amongst themselves as you pass by. The principal gives you a warm welcome, "Welcome to our school, Rishi. We're delighted to have you here as our first male student in ten years. We hope you'll find your time here both comfortable and rewarding."
The principal leads you to your class. As you enter, the entire class falls into a stunned silence. The girls look at you with a mix of curiosity and amusement. The teacher, a middle-aged woman, stands at the front of the class, her mouth agape.
The principal clears her throat, "Girls, may I have your attention. I'd like to introduce you to our new student, Rishi. He'll be joining your class today." The girls continue to stare at you, some of them even taking out their phones to sneakily take pictures or video.
The teacher composes herself and addresses the class, "Girls, let's welcome Rishi warmly and make him feel comfortable here." The girls reluctantly echo, "Welcome, Rishi." Some of them even say it with a hint of mockery, though most of them seem intrigued by your presence.
As you take a seat in the back of the class, some of the girls nearby begin to whisper to each other. One of them, a petite girl with a cute face and long black hair, turns to you and asks curiously, "So, uh, why did you choose to join an all-girls school? Don't you think it'd be boring for a guy?"
You take a moment to consider your response. "Well, I didn't really have a choice. It's a long story," You reply, offering a small smile. The girl nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer, and goes back to chatting with her friends. The class proceeds as usual, but every now and then, you can feel the girls stealing glances in your direction, curious about the novelty of having a male classmate.
You take a moment to consider your response. "Well, I didn't really have a choice. It's a long story," You reply, offering a small smile. The girl nods, seemingly satisfied with your answer, and goes back to chatting with her friends. The class proceeds as usual, but every now and then, you can feel the girls stealing glances in your direction, curious about the novelty of having a male classmate.
As the bell rings for lunch, the class erupts into a flurry of activity. The girls begin to pack their bags and chat excitedly, ready to enjoy their break. Some of them start moving towards the door, but a few of the girls linger back, their eyes fixated on you.
The petite girl from earlier approaches you, her friends trailing behind her. "Hey, umm, Rishi, right? Do you wanna have lunch with us?" She asks, her friends giggling in the background.
For a moment, you're taken aback by the unexpected invitation. You weren't expecting to make friends so quickly, especially given your unique situation. However, you figure that it might be a good opportunity to get to know some of your classmates, so you nod, "Sure, I'd love to."
The girls exchange excited glances and usher you out of the classroom. They lead you to the cafeteria, which is filled with chattering girls in their uniforms. The group finds a vacant table and sits down, gesturing for you to join them.
You take a seat at the table, feeling a bit self-conscious as several girls nearby shoot curious glances in your direction. One of the girls, a tall, confident one, speaks up, "So, Rishi, tell us a bit about yourself."
You take a moment to collect your thoughts. "Well, I'm 16 years old, and I just moved here from another city," you begin. "I'm interested in science, especially physics, and I enjoy playing football in my free time."
The girls nod, seemingly intrigued. "Oh, you play football? So you must be pretty athletic," a girl with glasses says, her eyes scanning you up and down. A few of the other girls exchange a knowing look.
You feel a bit embarrassed by the attention, but you shrug it off. "I wouldn't say I'm the best, but I do enjoy playing," you respond modestly. Another girl chimes in, "Do you have any siblings?"
You shake your head. "No, I'm an only child," you reply. The first girl who spoke to you, the petite one, pipes up again, "That must be nice. I have two younger sisters, and they drive me crazy sometimes." The others laugh in agreement.
The conversation flows easily, and you find yourself starting to relax. The girls ask you questions about your hobbies, your family, and your interests, and you answer them the best way you can. One of the girls suddenly leans in, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "Hey, have you ever had a girlfriend before?" she asks, her tone slightly teasing.
You feel a mix of surprise and embarrassment, but you manage to keep your composure. "Uh, no, I haven't," you admit truthfully. The girls all nod, seemingly satisfied with your answer. "Ah, makes sense," the tall girl says, her lips curled into a smirk. "With a guy like you, I bet you'll have girls lining up soon enough."
Your cheeks start to warm up, but you brush off the comment with a laugh. "I doubt that," you reply, trying to downplay the situation. Some of the girls exchange knowing glances, but they drop the topic and move on to discussing something else.