Not You Please ✔️(Preview)

Welcome to the Senior year

Hi readers,

Hey, the video trailer of the book has been launched. Please check it out in the media section. 

This is my first book. It's written in dual POV, from both of my protagonist's perspectives. POV is mentioned at the beginning of each chapter.

This is just a teaser of the book I wrote a year back. After seeing its success on Wattpad, I've gotten it published. It's available on Amazon and google play right now. Please read the comment for the link. 

Also you email me at bhartiya77@yahoo.com or comment here if you want a free copy of this book to read. 

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Anu

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Not You Please 

Chapter 1

Mishti

Do you ever wonder what your life would have been like without the presence of that one person in it? You know, the one person that just makes your day worse by being present in your field of vision? The person whose breathing around you annoys you just as much as them talking to you. You know of at least one such person, right? For me, that person is Vikram Sethi.

Unfortunately, he's the first person I see on the first day of my senior year in school.

As soon as I get off the bus, he hops off his bike.

Not only is he lean and athletic, but, at six-one, he's also the tallest guy in the senior class. Taking off his helmet, he combs his wavy, dark brown hair with his free hand. He has his earphones on and is dancing to the music only he can hear. Of course, he brought a mobile. Cell phones aren't allowed in our school, but rules don't apply to Vikram Sethi. Do they?

I know when his eyes spot me. Even through his sunglasses, I can see his brown eyes. He stops moving upon seeing me and smiles at me. God! I hate this smile.

I know, I know he's hot, but any guy ceases to be attractive to me when he acts like shit.

I don't know why he's smiling at me. The last indirect interaction we had was when he stole my English notebook from Mr. Jose's desk, and I got accused of helping him cheat. I never confronted Vikram about it as —I didn't want to deal with him. But I hadn't forgotten.

I turn around and retrace my steps through the gate I entered. Peeping through the gaps in the heavy metal gate, I see him frown and sit on his bike with arms crossed. I hope he's not waiting for me to reappear, assuming I've left to pick up something from the bus. But, in a minute, he shrugs and moves on, no doubt realizing that I'm not worth the wait.

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When I stumble into my class, I'm not surprised that nobody saved a seat for me. I wish, not for the first time, that my parents were not averse to homeschooling. I mean, what's the point of making introverts go through a forced socially stimulating environment for more than half of the day when we can learn alone at home. And we'll be happier that way. But this world, just like this school, is not cut for introverts.

I sit with a new boy.

That's why when my English teacher, Mrs. Khanna announces, "This year you will have fun while doing your English project," I pray to not let it be a group project.

"It's a group project. You have to make a group of three. All the members of the group have to read a book, a classic, and have to discuss their opinions on different aspects of the book. I will give you the list of points you have to discuss later. You have to submit the report before the half-yearly exams. And I reserve the right to switch the group's members." Mrs. Khanna ends with a smirk.