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Chapter 2 : Two Annoying Men

Among many things I don't like few are— men, romance and marriages.

Men— I hate their inflated egos, the fact that in our society they always had it easy and that some of them could really be the male body part they are most obsessed with. You get the point.

Romance— made me sick. Holding hands, exchanging hugs, kisses on the cheek and elsewhere. Yuck way to much transfer of bacteria, viruses, body fluids and what not.

Marriage— well, it was an unnecessary headache that most people signed up for, to populate the world. Might I add, degrading the quality of life with hopes of improving it. A topic I can write volumes on to prove my point.

Now, don't assume I don't like all this marriage romance drama because I am not pretty or I have had my heart broken in the past. Nope, that's a trope for the television series, webseries and sloppy romance books.

I had been asked out twice during college, that had to mean, I was relatively relationship material in the eyes of the world. Of course, I had flatly refused on both instances, giving them a glare so dirty that the two boys would have a hard time asking a girl out again. At least, I hope so.

I picked up the glass of sweet lime soda that I had ordered, keeping down the book I had been pretending to read all this while. It was when I had raised the glass halfway that I realized, I had a scarf around my mouth. Ugh.

I directed my gaze to my one o'clock to glance at Advay. I felt like hurling the glass with it's contents on that man. How could he think of me instead of my sister? Perhaps that would literally and metaphorically knock some sense into him.

I placed the glass down with a deep breath and picked up the book again. Maybe I should drink some of that cold drink to calm my nerves before I ended up acting on my thoughts.

Slowly, I pulled the scarf down, making sure to keep my face behind the book. I picked up the glass again and sipped on the sweet lime soda which now tasted like a sweet lemonade, that you still get for ten bucks in the streets. I paid a hundred for this.

Life decisions done wrong. Should have ordered a Lassi instead!

"Are you nuts? Actually, you are. That's crazy. You're hanging out with this girl and hitting on her sister." Aman exclaimed. His voice louder than normal. Thus making it very easy for me to hear.

Yes, give him a punch on his head too. And the face, the jaw... On second thoughts, Navi finds his smile cute, so a black eye would be okay instead. In fact, make that two. I have heard symmetry makes things looks better.

"I am not hitting on her. She's pretty intense and savage; she'll probably beat me into pulp if I hit on her." Advay spoke.

At least something he got right. And how I wish I could.

"And you like that kind of girl?" Aman remarked incredulously.

"Exactly!" I muttered to myself, this Aman guy was too good. I paused for a bit. Wait, he is expressing his disapproval of me instead of telling this stupid Advay Singh Gulati to get his pea size brain checked.

"She's different and looks nice. In fact both the sisters look nice."

"So,  you'll marry both of them?" Aman exclaimed giving his friend a pointed look.

Forget Advay, I wanted to hit this guy now. No wonder these two are friends. Birds of the same freaking feathers flock together. I wish they could be used as tennis rackets. Would serve these idiots right! Even better if they could be punching bags.