**Chapter 2: Rising Tensions**

As the college prepared for its annual talent show, Imran and Sufian were thrilled to perform a duet of their favorite song. They spent countless hours rehearsing, perfecting their harmonies, and crafting a captivating stage presence. The excitement was palpable as they envisioned themselves taking the stage, their voices blending in perfect harmony. Meanwhile, Fatin, a new student from Kedah, joined the drama club, bringing with her exceptional singing talent and charming personality. Her long, dark hair cascaded down her back, and her bright smile lit up the room. Imran couldn't help but notice her, drawn to her beauty, intelligence, and charisma. Fatin quickly captured the attention of her peers, including Imran, who found himself smitten. She showered him with compliments and attention, her voice husky and persuasive. "You have an amazing voice, Imran," she said, her eyes sparkling with admiration. "I've never heard anyone sing like that before." Imran beamed with pride, feeling like he'd been transported to a different world. Sufian, however, began to feel threatened, sensing that Fatin might be pulling Imran away from him. He watched as Imran and Fatin chatted, their heads bent together in conversation. Sufian's anxiety grew, his mind racing with worst-case scenarios. He tried to push the thoughts away, focusing on the talent show and their performance. As the days went by, Sufian's concerns intensified. He noticed that Imran was spending more and more time with Fatin, rehearsing with her, and sharing laughs. Sufian felt like he was losing his friend, and the feeling was suffocating. One day, as they walked out of the drama club, Sufian confronted Imran. "Hey, man, can we talk?" he asked, his voice laced with concern. Imran nodded, his expression curious. "What's up?" "I don't know, it's just that you're spending a lot of time with Fatin," Sufian said, trying to articulate his feelings. "I'm worried she's going to come between us." Imran chuckled, dismissing Sufian's concerns. "Don't be ridiculous, Sufian. Fatin's just a new friend. We're just rehearsing for the talent show." Sufian sighed, feeling frustrated. "I'm just saying, Imran, be careful. You're my best friend, and I don't want to lose you." Imran's expression softened, and he placed a reassuring hand on Sufian's shoulder. "You're my best friend too, Sufian. Nothing's going to change that." But as they parted ways, Sufian couldn't shake off the feeling that their friendship was under threat. Fatin's presence had brought a new dynamic to their lives, one that Sufian wasn't sure he was ready for. The tension between them was palpable, a sense of unease that threatened to boil over. As they walked away, Imran turned to Fatin, who was watching them with interest. "Hey, let's rehearse our song," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. Fatin smiled, her voice husky. "I'd love to." And with that, Imran and Fatin began to rehearse, their voices blending in perfect harmony, while Sufian looked on, his heart heavy with concern.