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6. On his Lap!

So over all, the first topper is Atharva Roy again and the second topper is Evara.
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I didn't even need to hear the full sentence and I dashed out of the class with anger.
With disappointment.
With anguish.

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Every time.
Every single time I'm second.
Whatever I do, however I do, I'm always second.

And Atharva?
He does nothing but he is always first.
Always everyone's favorite.
Always the main freaking attention.

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I have only one more semester to prove myself.
After that, the college ends.
I need to earn myself a first place. I need to snatch my place from Atharva. I need to prove myself to Papa.

If I don't,
I won't be able to join the art school.

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It must be a freaking game for Atharva but this is serious for me.
My future depends on this first place.
My passion depends on this first place.

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The second place,
It bothers my dreams more than my ego.
And Atharva sprinkle salt on my wounds pretty well.
I hate him. I freaking hate him.

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"Evara?!" I heard Atharva's voice behind me when I ran outside the classroom. My anger tears rolling down on my cheek when I walked faster in the corridor, ignoring Atharva's voice.

He must be here to watch me cry and enjoy the show.
He must be here to sprinkle the salt and pepper.

"Go away, Atharva. Leave me alone." I grudged as I made it inside the girl's washroom. "I don't want your taunt-full sympathy."

"Why are you crying, Evara?" Atharva shouts from outside the bathroom.

"None of your business!" I shout as I watched myself in the huge rectangular mirror. My face was turning red of anger and I have never been more disappointed on myself more than this.

Four years.
Four freaking years I am on the second place.
And Atharva broke me every year with new enthusiasm.

"It is my business, Darling." He said while standing outside the door. "You cried out after hearing my name in the first place again."

I refused to answer. I refused to answer when my tears rolled down even more and I covered my mouth to suppress my crying voice.
I felt my throat choking with something, something that I couldn't throw out and swallow in.

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"Evara?" Atharva called out my name again. "Are you there?" He knocked on the door once but I refused to answer once again. I have no strength to entertain Atharva's foolishness right now.

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I stood in front of the mirror, taking deep breaths to calm myself down. My legs shaking and hands trembling as I couldn't hold myself together.