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Note: this story contains a relationship between two people who meet as student and teachingassistant in college but who do not engage in any sort of romantic relationship until thatdynamic is over. if that still makes you uncomfortable, keep on scrolling, friends. there'splenty of fish in the fic sea.(almost) everything in italics is a quote from somewhere/someone. No hatred, please.
But give it a chance as I personally am very excited about this plot and hope it goes well. So, let's all start this journey where our beloved MaNan falls in love with each other in yet another universe.
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If love is a word, let it be a song.
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"Life isn't fair. It's just fairer than death, that's all."
The dark mahogany makes the light in the hallway feel stale, and trapped. The air is too but Nandini drinks it up greedily, walking not so fastly and cradling her front like she's holding the whole world, all its softest parts. As far as Nandini is concerned, she is.
She musters up, "Uh. What?"
"In case you were looking for the secret password for entry," the voice says. She looks up and pink hair greets her, a shock of neon. She's noticed her before, always sitting in the front of the lecture hall, her pens as bright as her hair. "He's really into The Princess Bride this week. Haven't you noticed?"
Nandini shakes her head in a no. She only notices the things she needs to. The essentials. She doesn't have time for semantics, for what is or isn't fair. The heating inside the building kicks on. She tugs at her scarf, darts her eyes around Nandini's chest, trying to be subtle and failing. She's gotten used to the strange mix of pity and confusion people look at her with now. She grits her teeth through it and sometimes manages an unaffected smile.
That girl says as she walks beside her, "Better than Sympathy For Lady Vengeance if you ask me. Too violent. Or Reservoir Dogs. Tarantino can fuck himself."
Nandini stares at her as she stops in her tracks for a second to ask the question, "Aren't they all about death?"
"What?"
Again they started walking as Nandini explained herself hurriedly, "Those movies you mentioned. Or he mentioned. They're about death", she said simply.
That girl lifts a brow and this side glance is all for her. "The Princess Bride isn't about death. It's about love", she replies while adjusting her bag strap and coat in her other hand.
Nandini asks, "There's a difference?" with confusion written on her face.
The other girl chortles loudly. It echoes in the sterile and imposing hallway and with a flourish she pushes the door open, "Accompanied minors first."
