One night Miracle

For the last week, Isabella and Estella had been chewing their heads, not only because exams were beginning from tomorrow and the huge syllabus they had to “revise”, because they didn't know what to make of the Banerjee boys.

Since last week, the boys have done nothing but laze around and barely even touched their books. Yet, despite this, they still somehow managed to score manageable scores in the mocks and exams they took in their tuition centres. This is not just true for them, but for all of the gang they hang out with as well.

“I don't know what to make of this. How are they scoring on par with us, like it's not that I am happy or anything, they are doing well, but just how?” Isabella is scratching her head, making sense of the marks Aaron scored.

“True, like it is not just them, their entire group is scoring well enough, I am kind of envious, like it must be nice to be prodigies”, Estella pouts.

“Then why dont you study with those two dumb dumbs, and understand how prodigious they are?” Mrs Banerjee walked into their room carrying a glass of Lassi with her.

The girls looked at each other and thought that they also studied late till night (till 12:30 or 1 am ), so they could try it out. The boys also seemed sound with the plan, but somehow they had a smile, a devious one.

The day continued like usual. The girls had their entire afternoon booked with books, they literally studied as if their life depended on it, they were the if a word to describe it Sarswatis blessed children.

On the other the boys started strong. Aaron started going through his Business Study notes he had made the day before, and Ishaan also started with his history studies, but after 45 minutes.

“BREAKKKKKKKK!!!!” Ishaan screamed, and both Aaron and Ishaan went on to the kitchen to get snacks and decided they would scroll only for 5 mins.

It lasted till lunch, and in the afternoon it didn't do much great.

“I am seriously concerned, like I have not seen anybody like them, like what the hell? Ishaan has still the last 3 days only completed 2/8 chapters of history also because I kept at him,” Estella being concerned as they were gathering books to study with the boys for the night.

“You said it, Est like Aaron has been doing nothing but draw and play the guitar, like he also completed only 25% or something of his syllabus, I just dont get why Mrs Banerjee is so chill about it?” Isabella said with a concerning tone.

“Like I still dont get it, I once tried to just randomly question him from the chapter he had done, and somehow he answered them perfectly, it makes me curious how they manage”, Isabella asked.

“Well, we are about to find out”, Estella sighed as he took her books and started moving towards the boys' room.

The girls exchanged uncertain glances as they stepped into the boys’ room.
It looked less like a study space and more like a startup headquarters — open books scattered everywhere, wires tangled between chargers, coffee mugs lined up like trophies, and a faint whiff of chips and determination in the air.

Aaron grinned, plugging in his earphones. “Alright, team. Welcome to the most advanced education system in the world — YouTube University.”

Ishaan raised his Red Bull. “Where miracles happen every night before exams.”

Estella frowned. “You both have tuition classes and your own notes. Why on earth are you watching YouTube videos?”

Aaron looked up, deadly serious. “Because, my dear Estella, tuition explains what’s in the book. YouTube explains what tuition forgot to explain.”

Ishaan added, “Exactly! And sometimes the YouTuber says, ‘This will definitely come in the exam.’ That’s what we live for.”

Isabella sighed, sitting beside Aaron, her notebook perfectly aligned. “You people are impossible.”

Aaron smirked. “Correction — we’re resourceful.”

At first, the girls sat stiffly, trying to make sense of it. The boys weren’t reading paragraphs or highlighting anything. Instead, they had their devices open, half-listening to rapid explanations from creators with usernames like Commerce Guru 2.0 and Trickonomics by Raj Sir, scribbling key phrases in shorthand, and occasionally pausing to test each other.

“Okay, quick,” Aaron said, tapping the table. “Isabella, you tell me — what’s the difference between Public and Private Enterprises?”

“Why me?” she frowned.

“Because I bet you’ll get it wrong,” he said, eyes twinkling.

She glared — and answered perfectly.

Aaron chuckled. “Fair enough. You pass.”

Isabella, with a sarcastic eye, looked at him and asked, “Ok then, now you tell the 4Ps of marketing, and I mean explain it?”

Aaron, taking on the challenge, gave a confident look,” Ok, genius, the 4P’s of marketing are…… he answered it flawlessly.

Isabella was impressed, but before she could say something, Aaron had already prepared a question, but not for her.

But then he turned to Ishaan. “Bhai, this is important. Remember — Mughal Empire’s decline, three causes. Go.”

Ishaan didn’t even look up from his phone. “Aurangzeb’s policies, weak successors, and British interference.”

Aaron grinned. “Certified topper.”

The girls stared. They were learning — without notes, without silence, without stress.

One moment, the boys were debating an answer, the next they were laughing at some meme, and then somehow… they were right back to answering tricky questions with ease.

Estella leaned closer to Isabella and whispered, “Are they… actually remembering all this?”

“I think so,” Isabella murmured, astonished. “They’re not just remembering — they’re understanding.”

Hours blurred like that. Between Red Bulls and refilled mugs of instant coffee, the boys powered through chapters that had taken the girls days. And slowly — almost against their own rules — the girls got pulled into it too.

They found themselves laughing, debating, and even watching the videos with genuine interest.

By 1 a.m., Estella yawned. “Okay, I admit it. This is… kind of fun.”

Aaron grinned. “Careful. That’s how it starts.”

Ishaan added, “Next thing you know, you’ll be explaining Newton’s laws while ordering Maggi at 2 a.m.”

The girls laughed — tired, but lighter. There was something strangely comforting about this chaos. It wasn’t disciplined, but it was alive.

By 1:30, their eyelids were drooping.

Aaron noticed Isabella’s handwriting getting smaller, slower. “Hey,” he said softly, nudging her elbow. “Take a break.”

She mumbled something about “just one more topic” — and within minutes, her head had tilted onto her notebook.

Estella wasn’t far behind — chin resting on her open history book, a faint smile on her face.

Aaron stretched, shutting his laptop. The digital tutor on-screen froze mid-sentence.

He looked at Isabella, asleep under the dull yellow study lamp, a strand of hair falling across her face.

He smiled faintly as he put his blanket over her — that quiet, unspoken smile of someone who’d just realised the world was a little better with her in it.

Across the room, Ishaan had stopped pretending to study, too. He glanced at Estella and whispered, “Even her sleep looks disciplined.”

Aaron chuckled under his breath. “You’re doomed, bro.”

“Tell me about it,” Ishaan sighed, half-laughing.

By 3 a.m., the room was still — Red Bull cans silent, screens dimmed.

Aaron leaned back, a rare calm washing over him. “You know,” he murmured to himself, “we actually finished more than usual tonight.”

And as he turned off the lamp, he caught one last glimpse of the two girls — books open, faces soft with exhaustion.

“Tomorrow,” he said quietly, smiling to himself, “we’ll show them how Indian students really study.”

Outside, Delhi slept — but in that one room, four young hearts had found a strange, beautiful rhythm between chaos and connection.

As the day rolled on and morning came about, the girls woke up before, as they woke up all brodded, both of them realised the blankets on them, and then they saw the boys, who were practically half dead on their chairs.

“Well, it seems we underestimate them”, Estella saying this will, grabbing her blanket and staring at Ishaan's drooling face.

Isabella smiled softly as she stroked Aaron's head, who was lying down on his closed books. “Sometimes I wonder what we’d be doing if we hadn’t met them.”

But this didn't last long as Mr Banerjee burst open the door to greet them, but quickly stopped seeing the seeing such romantic scene, but being a parent had to leave on sarcasm.

“Oh my my dear, it seems we might need to plan for Aaron's marriage a bit sooner than expected”, Mr Banerjee said with a sarcastic grin on his face.

“I told you our boys have refined taste”, Mrs Banerjee added as she moved around carrying the boys tiffing.

The girls, caught off guard, couldn't react; they just stormed out of the room with red faces. The boys woke up soon after, not knowing what had preceded.

The bus was a completely different story altogether. Bhavesh and Ansh were all into their books and asked Aaron and Ishaan for help in understanding topics. The girls were a little shocked by how well the boys explained the topic, but also realised it was a power they possessed.

But what they were not prepared for was the school after the assembly; they had about 30 minutes for preparation time, but what the girls saw they couldnt have prepared themselves for, everyone i mean almost everyone came rushing towards Aaron and Ishaan in their classes and asked for explanation of the topics, answers to question and more, the girls puzzled pulled Ansh and Bhavesh and asked,

“What's going on here? like why is everyone gathering around Aaron/Ishaan and why aren't they faced by it?” Isabella asked Ansh and Estella Bhavesh in their respective rooms.

“Well you see… these two are our unofficial official teachers before exam, they teach us stuff way better than anyone and well they are like gods during these time, like whatever they say is like so easy to understand and what they teach we remember it much better in these 30 mins than most teachers could teach us in 1hr” Ansh and Bhavesh boasting themselves as if they were the once duing it.

The bell rang, and the hallways exploded. Pens clattered, papers fluttered, and an entire batch of exhausted students poured out like freed prisoners.

“Freedom!” Ishaan yelled, stretching like a lion.

Aaron just grinned. “Freedom until tomorrow’s exam.”

“Don’t ruin the moment,” Estella groaned, smacking his arm.

Outside the school gate, Delhi was already melting into its lazy afternoon rhythm — autos honking, vendors shouting, and the smell of fried momos drifting from the market nearby.

“Let’s go,” Aaron said, eyes lighting up. “Momos are calling.”

Bhavesh raised an eyebrow. “Bro, you’re treating, right?”

Aaron smirked. “I’ll pay in knowledge.”

“Then we’re all starving,” Ansh muttered, making everyone laugh.

They crossed to the market, six of them crowding around a tiny stall with steam curling into the humid air. The girls hesitated at first — but one bite later, Isabella’s face lit up.

“Oh my God,” she said, mouth full, “why does this taste better than any restaurant?”

“Because,” Ishaan replied wisely, “Delhi momos have soul.”

It was the kind of moment that felt small and infinite at the same time — tired students laughing over street food, brushing off the pressure of exams for a few blissful minutes.

As the sun dipped lower, they called a cab home. The girls sat beside the boys — more out of exhaustion than choice. The hum of traffic, the soft music from Aaron’s phone, and the Delhi breeze through half-open windows lulled everyone into calm.

Ten minutes later, Bhavesh looked up from his phone and smirked.

Aaron had fallen asleep, head resting gently on Isabella’s shoulder. Ishaan wasn’t far behind, half-leaning onto Estella, who had already dozed off herself.

“Arre wah,” Bhavesh whispered, pulling out his phone. “Picture time.”

Ansh grinned. “Caption: ‘Legends after saving the batch.’”

The shutter clicked — the photo catching all four of them bathed in soft afternoon light, exhaustion written all over their faces, but peace too.

“Maybe frame this one,” Ansh said. “Historic moment — they actually studied.”

Bhavesh laughed. “Yeah, and survived it.”

As the cab rolled through the quiet lanes, Aaron stirred slightly, mumbling half-asleep, “Next week… trip… don’t forget.”

Isabella smiled faintly, not sure if he was dreaming or reminding her.

Either way, she made a mental note — next week, something was waiting.