Begusarai

007

Niyati spent extra time choosing her outfit for the day. Normally, she would just throw on the first suit she found, without worrying about creases or matching pieces. But today, she paid special attention to her appearance.

The beautiful lavender-colored suit hugged her body in all the right places. It wasn’t too extravagant—just a simple, plain kurti that reached her knees, paired with a matching dupatta and leggings. She also decided not to braid her hair as she usually did. Instead, she left it loose, holding it back with a simple hair clip.

She glanced at herself in the mirror. A pretty girl stared back at her, her face glowing in the soft morning light.

The situation today was almost the same as yesterday. She walked all the way to the main road, hoping to find a rickshaw—though if she secretly hoped to see him again, no one needed to know. But luck wasn’t on her side.

Despite leaving earlier than yesterday and waiting for several minutes, no rickshaw or any other vehicle appeared on the road, forcing her to walk to college once again.

The thought of seeing him ran through her mind freely. What had happened to his eyes? Were they better now? Was he still in pain? Just then, someone honked loudly, startling her.

Thinking it was her fault, Niyati moved to the side to let the vehicle pass. But then she noticed him.

It couldn’t be anyone else.

Dressed in a dark green shirt, sunglasses, and black denim, perched on top of a sports bike like a king, he looked so dashing that, for a second, Niyati’s eyes betrayed her sense, remaining fixed on him.

Another honk broke the glass-like stupor she was in, snapping her back to reality.

Her feet went cold as she clutched the side of her bag tightly. Her eyes darted around in a quick 180-degree sweep before locking on his face again.

Had he really lost his mind?

Following her and stopping on the main road, where anyone could see them together.

Had she lost her mind too, standing there, letting her eyes drink him in, ignoring the world around them?

The thought jolted her out of her little world—a world filled with the man standing in front of her—and she quickly strode away, picking up her pace.

The bike followed her from behind, then cut her off, stopping right in front of her. She took a step back in surprise.

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Achintya has left the house earlier than before. Yesterday, he notices the slight hurtle in her walk, no rickshaw or transporting method runs this early in Begusarai. She must have walked all the way from her home to the college.

So today, he decided to pick her from the street near her house and drop her to the college himself.

He has perfectly fine bike in his hand, no need for her to give pain to her legs.

A smile graces his lips as he remembers her reaction of yesterday, how flustered she get, her round eyes full of worries, for him, she must have been guilty of her deed.

Achintya knows enough about girls to be sure that surely that she too fall under the same category of people who easily can be guilt tripped.

Atleast for now. As she was, really at fault. His eyes has not let him sleep peacefully, the irritation had gotten worse at night and not to forget the overwhelming questions and care he get from the ladies of his house-

"Babu.. drink this haldi ka doodh . It will definitely soothe some of the pain." Nupur bhabhi has insisted and didn't left his side untill he finished the glass.