Let's Fall Together

8. And we fell. Again.

No fucking way.

No fucking way do they have a whole ass lake inside their campus. Why do they even have it?

This institution was serving. Like a total serve. I'd sell myself to be able to study here and I'm not kidding about this. The only doubt I have about this whole project is it's execution.

Our country isn't very accommodating to change. And an institution like this could burn the concept of classroom studies. The education industry would be in havoc.

Letting all these thoughts slip past the corner of my brain, I try to focus on what Nirav was saying. He introduced me to the staff members just some time before we decided to go to the cafeteria. The cold coffe in my hand restored my faith in life.

"So, Rivaah. Tell us about yourself. " Shilpa, a staff member, asked me.

I'm a potato.

About myself. Well first of all, who am I?

My brain seemed to have forgotten about my entire existence. This tends to happen when someone asks me that question. Like what am I supposed to say? Guess I'd never know.

"Umm.. As you know I'm Rivaah.. And... I'm a girl.. " I awkwardly ramble.

'I'm a girl? ' What the heck was that.

Rivaah, you dumb bitch.

I heard them chuckle at this. Okay. They definitely think I'm dumb.

"Shilpa your bracelet is gorgeous. Where did you get it from? " I tried changing the subject. Her eyes twinkled at my question and she went on a good full length essay on where she got that bracelet from and how it had caught her eye at the first glance.

Phew.

Atleast I was safe. For now. No more telling about myself.

I am great at this thing.

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The day passed in a blur. Too much information and too little brain capacity. The people at my new job seemed good. Keeping these thoughts aside, I rang the doorbell and waited for someone to answer it.

The click sound indicated that someone was opening it. Brown eyes stared at me in disintrest before they faded suddenly.

It was Kartik.

And he had bloody closed the door on my face!

That stinging cockroach!

"Kartik open the door. " I yelled at the door, while trying and failing to open the handle of the door. I heard snikering from behind the door.

"Stop laughing and let me in you deaf fool. " I let my voice carry every ounce of anger that I felt at the moment. The snikers only increased. This bitch.

I tried kicking the door to show how much this stupidity angered me but stopped when my feet stung after the 3rd hit.

Should have eaten the bananas mumma offered me as a kid, wouldn't be calcium deficient then.

"Are you going to open the door or should I shout untill aunty comes with her belan? " I threatened him.

"She's not home, Rivaaz." a cool voice replied.

"Stop calling me that."

"Why, Rivaaz? " he was definitely trying to get on my nerves.

"Ugh, just you wait till I break down this door.. " I took three steps backwards, as a run up, before I launched myself at the door. I brought my two hands in the front, ready to push the door with the strength of Vaidehi aunty's aloo paratha that I had in lunch.