Guzaarish

1. It's happening

A/N : Long ass chapter so get something to drink and eat.

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XIA.

"I made it" I say while looking at the building infront of me.

Holy fucking shit.

ISL? INDIAN SCHOOL OF LAW? IS THIS ACTUALLY REAL?

I shake my head and get out of the trans, yes it's real you ass. YOU worked hard for it so own upto it.

I smile, and walk towards the admin block, remembering the day the results came out.

-Flashback-

Three..

Two..

One..

"i don't wanna look I don't wanna look" I chant, while covering my eyes with the palm of my hand. I feel a strong hand on my shoulder and I recogonize its my dad's. Slowly, I remove my palm and look at the screen.

109/120

um... what the actual fuck?

I refresh the page and check it again. Oh shit. This is MY score.

I call my best friend, Alana, and ask her score, she got 111/120.

Okay, I know you're confused so let me put you out of this misery.

So, there's an exam called CLAT or Common Law Admission Test for students appearing an 12th grade and ages all above. Yes, even a 40 year old can also give this test. So, I decided to give this exam and this decision was made last month only, as I have no idea what I want to do for my future, so decided to give law a chance. And HOLY FUCKING SHIT did I think I would perform this well. I can easily get the college of my dreams, along with my best friend.

This is too good to be true.
But it is, and I'm crying.

No seriously, I am. Along with my mom.

I zone out and see my mom, she's balling her eyes out and her face has turned red. This brings back memories, when I got my 10th boards result.

Those sleepless nights, boring lectures and all the learning, all has resuted in this.

"hmm, someone challenged me to get a good rank?" I mock my dad, he smiles and replies "this is all because of me, If I wouldn't have challenged you, you wouldn't have the inspiration to crack it" I roll my eyes jokingly and hand mom a glass of water. My happiness is beyond the roof right now and I'm not even kidding.

- Flashback ends -

I place my hand in my dad's. My support system. My best friend. The one who believed and trusted me to the core, well, let's forget the fact that he mocked and bullied me to get me to study, but it was for the best.

My smile hasn't left my face, at this point my cheeks might begin hurting from all the smiling.

I have a talk with the receptionist and she gives me and Alana both some documents to fill up.