The Aftermath of Torture

The next morning, Aryan refused to get out of bed.

"I'm not moving," he mumbled into his pillow.

Avni, barely awake herself, groaned. "If we don't show up, Anirudh will pour water on us again."

Ayush, still half-asleep, muttered, "Let him. Maybe I’ll drown and be free from this hell."

Unfortunately, their hopes of skipping work shattered the moment Arnav entered the room.

He didn’t yell. He didn’t scold.

He just threw their blankets out the window.

"Get up."

Ayush groaned. "I hate you."

Arnav smirked. "Good. Now move."

The Last Straw

By the end of another torturous day, the three collapsed onto the couch.

Avni huffed. "I swear, if I see another legal document, I will burn it."

Aryan muttered, "If I get one more email to sort, I’ll forward all of them to Arnav’s rival company."

Ayush, who had been forced to read business contracts all day, had a crazed look in his eyes. "I know what GDP means now. I don't like that I know what GDP means."

Then, Aryan sat up.

"Guys."

Avni and Ayush looked at him.

"It's time."

Ayush frowned. "Time for what?"

Aryan smirked.

"The real revenge."

The Great Rebellion—Take Two

This time, they weren’t going to use childish pranks.

No more colored papers or missing chair legs.

This time, they were going to strike where it hurt.

They gathered in Avni’s room to plan.

"We take away the one thing they love most," Aryan said.

Ayush nodded. "Their peace."

Avni grinned. "Their power."

The Execution

Step One: The Schedule Mix-Up

Avni snuck into Anirudh’s office and switched his meeting schedule.

Now, his serious legal conference was scheduled at a kids’ amusement park.

Step Two: The CEO Disaster

Ayush hacked into Arnav’s business files (okay, he just guessed the password—it was "Oberoi123") and switched all his presentation slides.

Instead of stock market reports, his company investors would see pictures of cats wearing suits.

Step Three: The Final Blow

Aryan set multiple alarms on Anirudh’s phone—one going off every ten minutes.

And just for fun, they replaced all of Arnav’s coffee with decaf.

Aryan smirked. "By tomorrow, they’ll be begging for mercy."

To Be Continued…