The crashing waves of the beach, the busy streets with people, it's Goa. A paradise for everyone, yet there's IIM... A place for students to be depressed and thrive. The only place in Goa that's not recommended to visit by the students.

Shaurin. A student at IIM Goa studying MBA while being a struggling hustler with a startup that only his group knows. He's introverted and calm, calm as before the storm. Oriented by his goals, handsome, neither tall nor short, neither lean nor built.

Sahana. Also a student at IIM Goa studying MBA, but she's different, she's rich, studies for freedom and extroverted and gets tempered once in a blue moon. She's beautiful, graceful in a matter of words, someone worth worshiping for her beauty.

Oh? Want to know why they're the elephant in the room? We'll get there shortly.

Note: There are two POVs, the male(Shaurin) and the female(Sahana). And I'll mention whose POV you're reading.

Thank you!

It's freshers at the IIM I've studied and worked so hard for, though my father could've bought me a seat somewhere else, this is the freedom I always wanted. My phone rang, it's my family,"Hello, amma Saha! How's the college?" My father spoke from the other side of the phone, "Yes appa, everything is fine and everyone is good. I have a fresher's party right now that I have to attend." I say as I rush to grab my purse. "Well, be careful and stay aware all the time. Love you sweetheart." My father ends the call with a kiss before I can respond.

Shit, I can't be late to the first event at the college I worked for. I hurriedly rushed to the auditorium. Surprisingly enough, I wasn't the only person running late because I ran into a guy almost falling on him, "Are you okay?" he asked me knowing I'm completely unfazed. "Yes, I'm fine. What about you? Argh, never mind we're running late!" I say as I drift away from him. But he's a guy, he catches up very quickly in a few steps, "Never seen a woman drift away so fast in stilettos." he grins. I roll back my eyes and take a good look at him.

 He's wearing a black and black shirt and trousers, tucked in, top button undone, layered with a blood maroon blazer paired with dress boots and a watch that goes with it. Good fashion sense, and he does have the face and hair for it. "Miss, I'm talking to you!" he snaps me out of my zoning out. I just nod my head and part ways with him. What a weird interaction.

There's the auditorium, and thankfully there's nothing that I missed. I find myself a seat, ironic that they have such a huge auditorium for such a small amount of people. "Hey, mind if I sit next to you?" a pretty girl in glasses asks me, "Sure, yes you can." I tell her as she sits next to me, "Feel comfortable, I'm not going to hurt you." I smile as I say that. "Oh! That's good to hear, hopefully." she laughs. The headmaster or whoever starts their speech and goes on yapping about "The Great IIM of Goa", I have the urge to tell him to save that speech till the end of a semester so that we could actually react to it and not just get hyped about it.

I look around aimlessly just to find the same weird guy stuffing himself with something... Wait, are those pieces of raw mangoes? Where the prick did he find raw mangoes? "You've been awkwardly silent..." the girl next to me taps on my shoulder. "Oh, was I supposed to talk? I'm sorry, I'm Sahana, you can call me Saha. And you are…?" I blurted out. "That's fine! I'm Meenakshi, you can call me Meenu." she replies, "What were you thinking about?" she continues, "Nothing, just wondering where someone could get raw mangoes." I answer. "Don't bother thinking too much, they might make my stomach upset." I continue.

At last, THE speech ended.

These raw mangoes... Man I love them, seasoned well and... Why is my stomach growling? No, it's... Oh my god. OH MY GOD. I ran to the bathroom faster than Usain Bolt, faster than any runner. Reason? Well, no time to explain. Fuck, This is a shithole of a campus, WHERE ARE THE RESTROOMS. "Bro keep a stall free for me!!" a voice grunting from afar, "The FUCK you want me to do!! I'm just as bad as you are, get your ass here fast boy!!" I grunt while praying and doing everything possible just to keep my sphincter muscle closed.

After what felt like a marathon, we both rushed into the stalls that were next to each other, finally relaxed, the other guy opened the conversation. "Dude, great save. I'm Sat-ya, you are?" he grunts mid-sentence, "You didn't have to- you know what, never mind. I'm Shaurin. Nice meeting you." I reply. "Well, what are your plans after completing an MBA?" I ask, "Not so fast sir, let's just take a shit first. Alright?" he replies, "You're probably right." After what felt like pure bliss we both washed our hands thoroughly and introduced ourselves properly.

"You have a plan, don't you?" Satya asks me while we're on our way back to the auditorium." Yes-" he cuts my sentence, "Whatever it is, I'm in. This course will help us hone whatever is in your mind. For now, LET'S GO PARTY!" and he disappeared into the crowd before I was able to speak at all. I feel tired, I'll just go to my dorm and sleep tight. Section B, first lecture tomorrow is General Management which consists of organizational behavior, principles of management and business communication. Should I study, or should I just dive in tomorrow? I'll just dive in tomorrow, plus, I still have to work on the prototype.

Besides, I can't be the only one with a B. Tech degree that's studying for an MBA as a PG.

*The next day*

I rushed to the class wearing a t-shirt. Ladies and gentlemen I forgot I'm studying for an MBA, so I rushed back to my dorm to put on some boots, trousers and a coat. That's smart-casual for ya. I look at the time, 8:24 am. Nice, I can still make a run. "Shaurin! Are you there?" a familiar voice shouts outside my dorm. "Uh, yes? Do I know you? Or what?" I ask bamboozled because I rented a dormitory for myself entirely, who would possibly know about this or me? "Dude, it's me Satya. Come on we have a class to attend." I feel relieved, and open the door, and we rush straight to the class, section-B to be precise.

"So, how'd you know where my dormitory is?" I question him as we walk. "You're the only guy who took a dormitory all for himself, not complaining because look at the number of students here. I'd be surprised if each one had their own dorm." he replies, "So, everyone knows me?" I ask because I'm flabbergasted. He rolls his eyes and looks at me, "LoOk wHo'S tAlKinG abOuT being an elephant in the room." he uses his sarcasm. "Bud, let's do this together." he says dabbing me up.