Tara and Naivedhi are two careless brats who stay in a hostel, rarely attends lectures, are party animals, stays up all night and sleeps throughout the day much to their principal, warden and lecturer's annoyance. To straighten them out, their guard...
Next day, Naivedhi was out of hostel as she badly wanted fresh air after the letter she got. As Tara had told her, she didn’t want to get attached to this guy named Aakesh as it can all be a prank. She was roaming around and was going towards the hostel but then a bike stopped near her gaining her attention. She creased her eyebrows looking at the biker from top to bottom, his face was hidden with the helmet. She began to walk away feeling awkward. She heard click of fingers behind her.
“Naivedhi!”
She widened her eyes and gasped turning towards him. The biker was the one to be clicking fingers at her and calling her gesturing by his finger.
“Naivedhi? Naivedhi?”
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She froze on the spot, he rode the bike past her, she looked on and took a step back. He was carrying a bouquet of roses which he gave to her and waved. She looked at him feeling confused and then read the tag on the bouquet, to her shock, it was written To Naivedhi from Aakesh.
She looked at him, he started the bike and rode off. She ran after him waving her hand.
N~aeyy! Aeyy ruko! Ruko! Aakesh! Ye tum he ho na! Ruko!
He slightly turned back and waved giving her a flying kiss and fled in wind speed, she stopped as she missed meeting him and confronting him.
N~ye ho kya raha hai? Kal mujhe pata chala isay sab pata hai jo class mein hota hai, aur aaj ye biker…
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She sighed and walked towards the hostel and entered inside and went directly to her dorm. She was baffled, even Tara wasn’t there. She lied on the bed smelling the roses , naturally a smile appeared on her lips, these were her favorite flowers. She read the quotation on the tag.
N~Gardens and flowers have a way of bringing people together drawing from their homes. Par aaj wo shakal dikha deta na, toh ye curiosity na rehti, saamne aa gaya aur shakal tak nahi dikhaai is ne. Kaun hai ye? Is baar letter ke baad seedha anonymous meeting?
Her phone began to ring, she picked it seeing it’s a private number.
