𝚈𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢

In the bustling lanes of South India, tucked behind masjids and samosa stalls, stood a proud CBSE Islamic school where modesty met math, and tradition wrestled with teenage hormones. For years, it was a parent's paradise - uniforms ironed sharp, gender segregation holier than wudu water, and a firm "no phones allowed" policy that could send even a Nokia 3310 into exile. The students? Conditioned since kindergarten to treat the opposite gender like a mirage in the desert - visible, maybe, but never to be approached.

Then came 10th standard. The Board Year. The Holy Grail of Indian education.

And with it... the stunt.

With a smile almost too suspicious, the school dropped three bombs on its unsuspecting students:

1. Co-ed classes - for "teacher efficiency."

2. Phones allowed - for "student convenience."

3. Same uniforms - because chaos should at least look tidy.

The result? Pandemonium.

Boys and girls who had never made eye contact unless one was on fire were now forced to share benches, group projects, and maybe even eye rolls. Crushes bloomed like fungus in the monsoon. Accidental hand touches during file passing were practically scandalous. And God forbid someone's water bottle fell near someone else's foot - that was practically a rishta proposal.

The teachers said one thing: Focus.
But how do you focus when the girl who sits next to you smells like vanilla body mist and the boy behind you keeps flipping his pen like he's auditioning for a Netflix drama?

"You, Eventually" is a story about teenage chaos, stolen glances in the name of "group work", prayers interrupted by butterflies in the stomach, and friendships that blur into something more - all while trying not to flunk math.

Set in a world where Islamic values meet high school madness, this is a tale of the year no one saw coming - not the students, not the parents, not even the principal.

Let the co-ed carnage begin.