MITANSH
I was searching for what to wear for today's group discussion in my wardrobe.
"Mitansh fast, for how long would you stay in that towel. Oh that body, I'm feeling jealous!" Agastya mocked.
"Shut up Agastya!" I loosened my towel around my waist and I threw it on his face.
"What the hell Mitansh! What have you done? Wrap something around or I won't be able to see the world like I did before!" Agastya started yelling with my towel still covering his head.
"Stupid, first remove the towel in front of your eyes!" Zaid and I started laughing, "See, he has his pants on!" Agastya peeped through the towel and after realization hit him, he threw the towel on the floor.
"Then why the hell you wrapped the towel around your waist?" Agastya cried.
"No proper reason dude!" I grinned.
"Let's go guys, juniors have already started gathering in the fi...." Inayat entered the room. Fear rose inside me and lines of tension clearly visible on my face. How does she even move so freely in the boys hostel?
"Oh my goodness! Someone is looking way too hot here." Inayat teased. My eyes widened and I quickly moved to pick up my shirt. I wrapped it on my body and ran inside the bathroom. It felt like I've cracked one of the world's impossible challenge records.
"Mitansh, she's your girlfriend!" Zaid laughed when I ran inside the bathroom.
"Inayat, why do you always come at the wrong time?" I said while buttoning my shirt haphazardly, leaning against the bathroom door.
"Wrong timing, seriously? I thought that I had the most perfect timing but the freaking wrong boyfriend." Inayat faked sadness in her voice, and both the idiots started laughing.
"You should be used to her coming and going, this isn't the first time she has come over!" Zaid yelled so that I could clearly listen to him.
Due to my fumbling, I took a solid one minute to wear a shirt. When I came out of the bathroom, there was no-one in the room except Agastya. He was standing in front of the mirror. Ignoring him, I walked towards my cupboard to take out a tie and my wrist watch.
"Bro listen, I need to talk to you about something." He said while setting his hair with a gel.
"Hmm." I hummed motioning for him to continue, while selecting a watch which could go with my outfit.
"Are you using An-EXIT?" He said while still setting up his hair. His tone, it was way more than normal.
"Using? What do you mean?" I gave him a questioning look while looking in his direction.
"I mean, are you active on An-EXIT? If not, then I must be mistaken." There was no kind of joke in his gaze.
"And why do you think that I'm active on the software?" I looked at him, meeting the intensity of his gaze, leaving behind all the other distractions aside.
"I'm the head of the Users management and statistics of the software, if you remember. And we three have the highest security accounts where only 50 out of 1 letter could reach us. When I saw the last weekly update of the list of users, there was one with the highest security account mentioned there. I'm not using the software, that means You and Zaid might have been using it-"
"There must be chances that one of us might have received the letter, but is not using the software."
"Ya, it can happen, but I saw the application opened in your laptop when we last met in the library two weeks back."
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An-EXIT
Teen Fiction'You're afraid of the things, You never thought you ever would be!' Ahaana Jaiswal, a girl buried in the layers of her suffocating past memories, chooses a profession which she never desired. Gadgets and robots, a bachelor's degree in Electrical and...
