Hello this is your author Lucy🍀.
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Dedication
“The moon that once witnessed their love,
Now watch them stand against each other.”
“A promise made in death. A love reborn as hate.”
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The Sun wasn't even fully out when my very annoying brother turned off the fan in my room. I groaned, pulling the blanket off my face, sitting up. I looked at him,Akarsh bhaiya standing with his hands on his hips as if he was a prince.
“What the hell?” I asked him , rubbing my eyes. My voice was hoarse , hairs sticking out in different directions. God! I feel so cranky when someone wakes me up.
“It's your first day at college! Wakey wakey!” he said , grinning like he has done a very noble job of getting me up.
I glanced at the alarm clock on the side table, I remembered setting up an alarm for 7 am. Did it betray me? 6:30 am, the clock showed. This idiot woke me up 30 minutes before my alarm. I picked up the pillow from my side and threw it straight at his face.
“Ow! Mar kyu rhi hai?” he said , his voice going an octave higher.
[Ow! Why are you hitting me?]
I'm pretty sure that pillow didn't even hit him that hard, he was just dramatic. He was groaning like I had hit him with a brick instead of a soft pillow. I'm gonna count till 5 and my mother will be in my room.
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“Akarsh? Kya hua beta?” My mother,Jhanvi Verma, rushed into my room , looking at my brother who was on the floor sitting with his hand on his face. Him and his dramatic ass.
[Akarsh? What happened,child?]
“Aapki beti–” Before he could continue, I spoke because I know my mother will not listen to me over her precious son.
[Your daughter–]
“Yeh paresan kr rhe the ,toh maine bas pillow se mar diya.” I pointed towards the pillow beside him. My mother stood up glaring at my brother.
[He was irritating me , so i hit him with the pillow.]
“Kyu paresan kr rha hai ushe?” she said , picking up the pillow she came towards me, keeping the pillow at its place. She then proceeds to caress my hair, I nuzzle beside her, resting my head on her shoulder.
[Why were you irritating her?]
I stuck out my tongue at my brother who was now looking at us in disbelief. Hah! Suits him. Aur uthao subah mujhe!
“I was waking up your precious daughter. Bhalai ka zamana hi nhi rha!” he said,gruntily. He stands up like he is an 80 year old grandpa. Trust me , he is 21 years old.
[I was waking up your precious daughter. The world isn't for good deeds.]
“You woke me 30 mins earlier. I already had an alarm set for 7 am.” I replied. I was so irritated at him. I just know my day is gonna be bad , I woke up in a bad mood today.
“How would I know? Also what if you didn't wake up ? Remember in 8th class you put up three alarms and slept in all. Also in the 10th board exam , if we haven't woken you up, you would have to study 10th class again, also…” he started narrating the incidents when I missed alarms.
“Papaaaaaaa” I shouted before he could speak more. My most lethal weapon. I swear I saw a terrified expression on his face before he ran back to his room.
“Chalo tum bhi tyaar ho jao , pehla din hai na!” she said getting up from the bed. She took out my outfit from the cupboard. My mother has always picked out my outfit, she loves dressing me up.
[Alright, it's your first day , so get ready now!]
I yawned ,getting out of the comfort of my bed. I missed it as soon as I stepped out of it. If I didn't love studying, I would stay in my bed all day. Looking at the time, I have one hour to get ready , ample time , if I manage to not waste it.
I'm late.
The reason was my bathroom singing. I was too engrossed in showing off my singing skills to my imaginary crowd, I forgot I had to go to college. I wore the outfit that my mother took out for me. It was an off-shoulder brown top with dark blue jeans. I wore my hair in a half bun,half down style.
Late by 10 minutes. Shit. I entered the hallway to see my father , Avinash Verma, with a newspaper. Beside him Akarsh bhaiya sat listening to the benefits of doing exercise by my father. I wanted to laugh at him but if I did I might get a lecture on managing time.
“Good morning,papa. Bye papa…” I said in a hurry , already half out of the door.
“Wait, let me drop you.” I heard bhaiya shout behind me accompanied by my mother's voice to eat Dahi cheeni.
“Sit down. She is not a child , she needs to be independent.” my father said to bhaiya. Then he turned towards me, smiling , “Go carefully and call us if something happens. Also I have transferred 500 , which should be enough, right?”
I nodded , blowing him a flying kiss cheekily. I heard bhaiya whining he only got 250 only with my dad's disapproval grunt. That's my family, they're fun to live with. I come from a middle class family, we are not crazily rich or poor , just enough. I love them. They have always fulfilled my wishes and I now want to give them all the happiness they deserve.
I finally found an auto ready to take me to the college,I'm now 15 mins late. As if the universe has decided to test my patience, I'm now stuck in traffic. Why? A stupid ‘Ameer baap ka beta’ is arguing about a minor scratch on his car. I scoffed. I hate rich brats.
I might have scoffed a little hard, the boy turned his head towards me squinting his eyes. I narrowed my eyes too at him. Does he think I'm scared of him? Unfortunately, before I could pass a comment to him , the traffic cleared and the auto driver showed his F1 driving skills. My hair! At least I reached my college safely.
Indian people don't know how to drive.
My day was going so well until the bike decided it was okay to cut in front of my car in heavy traffic. In the process, he damaged my car, there were so many scratches on my BMW. I got this as a present for my 18th birthday. I took care of it so well but now my baby has scratches on it.
“If you don't know how to ride a bike ,then why do you even ride?” I said getting out of the car.
“Jyada angrezi mat jhado, bache.” he said. Angrezi mat jhado? I just said a simple line.
[Don't try to flex your English on me, kid.]
“Aap phle yeh batao, aapke pass licence hai?” i asked.
[First you tell me , do you have a licence?]
“Faltu sawaal mat puch, galti se lga gya de dunga paisa.” he argued, his voice was defensive. I'm sure he doesn't have a licence.
[Don't ask random questions, it was by mistake, i will give the money.]
I was going to deny his offer of paying when I heard a scoff behind me. I turned towards the voice, it was a girl. Gorgeous one. She has blue eyes and brown hair. Is she real? God must have taken their time to make her.
Wait a minute, she scoffed at me. And just like that all the appreciation for the beautiful stranger in front of me went in the drain. I squinted my eyes , challenging her to speak more. I saw her narrow her eyes and the auto driver took off before she could say something.
Why did I feel I knew her?
Shrugging off the thoughts of the blue-eyed girl , I turned back at the bike person only to find no one. Did he just run away? Wow, Zero Civic sense.
The loud noise of the horns snapped me out of my thoughts. I saw everyone shouting at me and I'm pretty sure someone just abused me in their mother tongue.i quickly got in the car not wanting to hear more abuse, i mean i love in Delhi.
I reached my college: Institute of Business and Arts. Parking my car , I went inside the college finding my first class of the day which is Accounts. What a start to the day!
The teacher is a ‘khadoos teacher'. She introduced herself as Mrs.Bhardwaj and then asked us to open the first chapter. Like c’mon you could have asked us how we are? But no. Then at the end of the class she proceeded to give us homework. It's the first class, first day!
The whole class I was lost in the thoughts of that blue eyed girl. She occupied my mind even when I tried to concentrate on the board. I wanted to meet her again ,and ask her name. Will her name be as beautiful as her? I looked down at my notebook, instead of writing notes I had written something else.
Her eyes weren't just simply blue; they were the type to drown on a hot day. As cold as ice as warm as a blue sweater in winters. Looking at those eyes feels like standing in an ocean that will slowly pull you in, and I will gladly let it.
“Wow!” I muttered, my voice coming in a disbelief tone. I haven't written a single piece of poetry ever in my life yet. How did I even write this? Should I quit business and start writing?
I checked my next class , history. History? What the— . Why should I study history when my major is business? Is this a mistake? I need to talk to the HOD. I went to the HOD office ,just to find out he was absent. What time did I wake up today?
I was walking back to the same route I came from for the history class. I don't know what to do in history? I left history in 10th class and now it has come back to me again. I hate history. Like why do I need to study about random kings and queens , ain't like I'm connected to them or what? My phone pinged with a notification from my daily motivation app.
You will meet that special someone soon. Just when destiny aligns for you.
Hope your day goes lovely!
What? What happened to ‘Don’t give up!’ messages. My special someone? Haha I don't have one. Stupid motivation app. My whole attention was on uninstalling the app but for some reason,it wasn't getting deleted.
Someone bumped into me so hard, my hands automatically went around that person's waist to steady them. “Ouch!” A heavy book just landed straight at my head. Why is the person carrying a heavy book?
Our legs tangled in itself and we fell on the heap of papers and books on the ground. Why is the ground so hard? I opened my eyes, groaning in pain only to come in face to face with her.
Blue eyed girl.
She was lying on top of me, my arm around her waist. Her palm was on my chest. She must be able to hear my heart, which was beating a little too loud than usual. What is she doing here? Does she go to the same college as me? What's her name? All these questions made a special appearance in my head. Looking closely at her, she is more beautiful upfront. I felt a sharp pain in my heart at the thought.
I think we might have stared at each other for 3 minutes straight before she finally gained her senses. I was in my senses long ago, I was just enjoying the attention. She pushed against me to get up, dusting off the dirt. She wasn't even on the ground,what was she even dusting?
“Dekh kar nhi chal skte kya?” She asked , gathering up the papers and books. Her voice was sweet laced with an undertone of irritation.
[Can't you walk carefully?]
I smiled , “Dekh kar toh tum bhi chal rhi thi” She looked up from the papers on her hand, trying to glare at me but she looked too cute to look intimidating.
[You weren't also walking carefully]
“Hn tum kyu galti manoge?” she said , rolling her eyes. “Rich spoiled kid” she muttered under her breath.
[Yes why would you accept it's your mistake?]
And just like that all the thoughts about her being beautiful vanished from my brain. The hatred I have towards people who just assume that all rich kids are spoiled irks me so bad. It's not my fault that my parents have money. Does someone having money give others the right to think that they will always be spoiled? Yes I agree, I have met kids my age who are spoiled but they were from both rich and middle class backgrounds.
“Oo nilli aakho vali billi! Kya bol rhi ho?” I accused her. Does she think she would get away with saying things about me?
[Oh! Blue eyes cat! What are you saying?]
“Kya bola? Konsi billi?” her voice came out sharp.
[What did you say? What cat?]
“Nilli aakho vali billi.” I retorted.
[Blue eyed cat.]
“Tumhe toh me!” she came close to me. She had to look up to glare at me. Hah! Shortie!
[You…]
“Kya tumhe toh me? Kya karogi?” I came closer, almost invading her personal space.
[What? What will you do?]
“Ughh! I have class , nhi toh me btati.” she muttered irritated. She collected her remaining papers and left from here. Stupid girl.
[Ughh! I have class, or else i would have shown you.]
I entered the history class , located on the top floor. I almost gave up half way. The teacher was already in the class, introducing herself.
“Good morning, mam. Sorry I'm late.” I said, apologizing for coming late.
“Good morning! It's fine. You can sit at the last bench for today. The class is quite full.” she responded, smiling at me. At least she is nice unlike the two females I encountered today.
I walked towards the last bench, getting comfortable on the desk. The teacher ,Ms.Bharti started talking about some revolution,which I had no idea of when a voice interrupted her.
“Mam, may I come in?”
What the hell?
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Lucy🍀
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