What's written below is from the breeze's perspective. These are not my thoughts and opinions. Please keep it in mind whilst reading.
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I was blowing, blowing, blowing along my fellow breezes whilst the Sun prepared to rise above. Some dried leaves blew along with me, rustling about. I was having the time of my life, until I felt a push. A mighty push, it was, and I was forced to blow along a nondescript path, towards a magnificent house. I crossed the threshold of the windows, which revealed two humans, a man and a woman, sitting on either side of a bed that occupied the midst of the room. They were... talking? Arguing? Having a banter? I couldn't tell.
"Sai, this is not fair!" I heard the man say.
"Kya fair nahi hai? Kal hi aap pehle gaye the," said the woman - or Sai, same difference.
"Aur iska tumhare paas kya sabut hai?" asked the man.
The air of confidence around the woman called Sai disintegrated. She bit her lower lip, clutching a cushion closer to her.
"Ha!" exclaimed the man, "Koi sabut nahi, main ja raha hun-"
"Nahi! Virat sir, mujhe college jaana hai. Main pehle shower lungi," Sai said, rebuilding the air of confidence around her,
"Aur mujhe police station jaana hai. That's more important," stated the man called Virat sir.
"Maine kaha main pehle jaungi, and that's that!" huffed Sai.
"Sai, I'm the elder one here. Tumhe meri baat man ni hogi."
I nodded, taking in the information I was given. Though I doubt either of them saw me.
"Virat sir, aapki zimmedari ka kya? Aapne Aaba se jo vaada kiya tha, uska kya? Aapna unse vaada kiya tha ki aap mujhe doctor banayenge-"
It seemed Virat sir knew where the discussion was going because he rolled his eyes, much to my displeasure. I thought it was interesting, whatever it was. Thus, I intently looked at the woman as she told her tale.
"-agar aap mujhe abhi shower ke liye pehle nahi jaane denge, toh main college ke liye late ho jaungi. Agar main late ho gayi, shaayad woh mujhe expel kardein, fir main doctor kaise banungi? Aapko apna ek aur vaada toh nahi todna na? Ya fir ab iski aadat ho gayi hai?" completed Sai, raising her brows.
From what I had understood, she had a point.
"Stay away from Mohit, Sai." said the man called Virat sir, while I pondered who this Mohit was.
"Mohit? Kyu? Woh mere Dada jaise hai, aap mujhe mere Dada se dur rehne ke liye nahi keh sakte!" said Sai.
Oh, thought I, Mohit was this Sai girl's brother. Hmm... interesting. But why's Virat sir asking Sai to stay away from Mohit?
Virat sir said, as if he'd heard me pondering, "Uska acting ke prati jo passion hai woh tum par haavi pad raha hai. Abhi jo tumne yeh sab college wala kaha, kya tha yeh? Pure drama."
"Drama queen," he added quietly.
I already knew I didn't like him. He was being so unfair to little Sai.
"Haw, main drama queen hun?" asked a shocked Sai, her shoulders raised.
"Aur nahi toh kya? Abhi joh tumne kaha, yeh drama nahi toh kya tha? Woh sab chhodo, mujhe jaane do, late ho raha hai," said Virat sir, infuriating me further.
"Virat sir, dekhiye, agar aap mujhe pehle nahi jaane denge toh... toh..."
She thought for a moment, her finger suspended in the air, pointed at Virat sir's chest.
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Tales of SaiRat (Completed)
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