My Improbable Theories On Her.

12. Our Pretty, Little Secrets.

6th October, 2016.

Hints:-

1) girl

2) gamer (which makes no progress as almost everyone in DPS plays games, but toh bhi...)

3) loves lame jokes (especially "that's what she said" waale)

4) good in english (assuming because of her perfect english and precision in punctuations)

5) lively, chirpy...(?) (pata nahi for sure)

I threw the pen across the room; it hit the wall and fell.
I dumped my little notebook on the table and held my head between my hands.
Ugh, why the hell was I so absorbed in this shit?!

I am so carried away that I am sitting here making lists of her traits and stuff!
Ajey, for God's sake, get a freaking life!

And what angered me more was that I had these hints only!
Iss behuda hints se ghanta pata chalega uske baare mein.
These are more...mental, rather than physical.
And what I need are more physical hints rather than mental.

And the fact that I want these hints is making me more angry!
Why are you so engrossed in her, Ajey?
Kya lagti hai woh teri?

I heaved a frustrated sigh of relief and sat down in front of my PC.
Okay, Ajey, calm down.
Take your mind off her.
And please, work on your next video.

Hardly had I turned on my computer, than Yash entered my room.

"Ajey, lend me your phone for a bit. Mine has it's battery dead.", he stated frantically.
I eyed my phone on the bed.

"Yash, I am telling you, it has to be C Minor!", Vanya di stormed in my room.

"You know nothing about this. And besides I am not blabbering shit, understood? Let me show you the tutorial video I saw last week.", he said angrily and searched frantically on my phone.

Now, my full attention was on both of them.
A fight, I see...

"It has to be anything but C Minor, Yash! You might have excelled in synthwaves, but I know more about guitars than you. So you, do not dare tell me what to do, and that also, in my project!", Vanya di glared at him.

"You think I am screwing around with this shit?", Yash glared back at her.

"I know what's best for me. Not you.", she said quitely yet confidently.

Yash's expression changed from that of burning rage to hurt and then again, burning rage.

"Fine then, don't come crying to me when you fuck up in the fest.", he challenged.

She snorted and said, "You know I won't. You know that better than anyone else."

His teeth rubbed against each other as his jaw was set hard.
I fear his skin might tear apart.

He then stormed out of my room.
Taking my phone with him.
Arey yaar.
Maine kya bigaada?

Di loosened up, gave me a small smile, muttered an almost inaudible 'sorry' and then left the room.

Yash's anger has begun to scare me.
No, I wasn't scared of him, but scared for him.

The college in which Yash and Vanya di goes, is hosting a big fest in Mumbai, and the both of them are in charge of their band and the bandmates.
It was quite a big event for the whole band.
And to practice for the same, di comes here almost everyday.
Maa has also met her.
She thinks she is nice.