A few days passed like this—some spent watching Pallavi, and others talking about her. Rahul could no longer see anyone other than her. He had become so absorbed in thinking about her that he couldn’t focus on anything else, not even his future. 

Suddenly, one day, his father scolded him and said, "You need to start thinking about your future. Are you just going to stay at home, or do you want to go to college?"

So, Rahul and his friends decided that they would all get admission to the same college, in the same course. But the question was, which course should they choose? After a long time of thinking and sipping cold drinks, they finally made a decision. They would take the same course that Pallavi Bhabhi would choose.

Did they really call her Pallavi Bhabhi? Rahul was blushing with embarrassment.

But now, they had to find out which course Pallavi was taking. Despite talking to many people, no one seemed to know. Then, Bittu Bhaiya got an idea. He said, "Do one thing—call Mr. Sharma’s place and ask about Pallavi’s admission. Tell them you’re calling from the college." Everyone thought it was a great idea. So, what happened next? Harsh made the call.

Harsh planned that after the call rang, he would hand over the phone to Rahul. So, he dialed the number and, as the bell rang, tossed the phone to Rahul.

"Hello?" someone said from the Sharma house.

Such a sweet and pleasant voice—this must be Pallavi, Rahul thought to himself. Hearing her voice, Rahul was so stunned that he hung up the phone without saying a word. Everyone was disappointed that the plan had failed, but Rahul was secretly happy that he had heard Pallavi's voice. He was lost in his own world now as if only Pallavi existed for him. It felt like he could see, hear, and understand nothing but her. 

If someone were to ask Rahul who the Prime Minister of the country is, even then, Pallavi’s name would be the first thing to come out of his mouth.

But it was important to find out the course, so they decided to try the plan again. This time, Rahul was kept away from the phone, and Harsh was the one to make the call. Harsh asked, "Am I speaking to Pallavi Sharma?"

This time, Pallavi’s aunt picked up the phone. She replied, "No, I’m her aunt. Who is this?"

Harsh calmly said, "I’m calling from DAV University regarding Pallavi’s admission.

May I know which course you would like her to take?"

Her aunt replied, "We are looking for the BCA course for Pallavi, and we have already submitted the form. So, why are you asking again?"

Harsh replied, "Oh, sorry, but it hasn’t been updated in our system." He quickly added, "Sorry again, have a nice day," and hung up the call.

In the joy of finding out the course, everyone celebrated by having a big kulfi party.

When they went home, everyone talked to their parents about choosing the BCA course. All the parents were surprised, thinking, where did this sudden interest in studying come from? They had assumed their children would pick an easier course, like BA. Still, they allowed them to take the BCA course.