Meet Rudraksh - a guy who's got it all: brains, charm, and the ability to make every girl swoon with his smooth talk and poetry skills. But here's the twist: he's also a certified playboy, hiding his Casanova side behind his perfect gentleman facade...
As I walked into the bustling classroom, I could feel the nervous butterflies fluttering in my stomach. "Seriously, Nritu, chill out," I whispered to myself, hoping my inner voice would listen for once.
With each step, I could practically see my awkward smile plastered on my face. "Great, just what I needed," I thought, "another display of my stellar social skills."
"Oh, introvert tendencies, why do you always choose the worst moments to show up?" I whispered silently. "I'd rather be anywhere but here right now, and I'm sure Bappa knows it too."
As I mentally prepared myself for the whirlwind of new faces and forced conversations, I couldn't help but wonder why I had such a talent for turning even the simplest situations into anxiety-inducing nightmares. Ah, the joys of being me.
I couldn't help but wonder why I had this uncanny ability to turn even the simplest social interactions into a high-stakes game of "Will Nrityanjali Survive This?"
Ah, the joys of being an introvert in a world that just won't stop talking. Great.
I quickly scanned the room for an empty seat, my eyes fell upon a spot near the middle of the classroom. With determined steps, I made my way through the maze of desks, dodging backpacks and outstretched legs along the way.
Just as i reached my chosen seat and began to settle in, a commotion at the doorway caught my attention. Through the crowd of students entering the room, I caught a glimpse of someone tall and unmistakably handsome, his tousled hair and easy smile drawing the attention of everyone around him.
He was wearing a green shirt and pants combo. "Wow, he's quite the fashion icon," i thought. "But wait, Nrityanjali, focus! This is college, not a fashion show. ."
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Scolding myself for getting distracted by his handsome appearance, I shook my head and muttered under my breath, "Come on, brain, let's not turn this into a rom-com. We're here to learn, not to swoon over a boy."
With a mental pep talk, i redirected my attention back to the front of the classroom, determined to ignore any further distractions.
"Hey, can I sit here?" I heard, and I looked up to see a girl beaming at me."Sure, why not?" I replied. As she got comfy in her seat, she introduced herself with so much excitement . "Hi, I'm Sanvi! What about you?"
"I'm Nrityanjali " I responded, wondering if maybe I should have picked a shorter name to save time in situations like these.
Sanvi giggled, "Nrityanjali, huh? That's quite a mouthful! Can I just call you 'Anjali' for short?"
"Sure, Anjali works," I said with a grin, relieved that someone finally offered a shortcut for my tongue-twisting name.
Without skipping a beat, Sanvi started speaking"Oh my gosh, you won't believe it! I accidentally crashed a seniors class and spent a solid 15 minutes pretending I belonged there!" I couldn't help but burst into laughter listening her story.
As we continued chatting, the economics professor finally made his grand entrance, introducing himself as our economics sir and class teacher.
"Oh, cool," I muttered to myself, mentally preparing for whatever wild ride this semester was about to become.
After everyone's introductions, during which I couldn't help but cringe at ny own attempts to look like i had it all together. "Wow, just what I wanted," I muttered sarcastically under my breath.
The professor finally decided it was time to enlighten them with his vast knowledge of economics.
As the professor began his lecture, I was fully engrossed in the lesson. However, my concentration was shattered by a sudden snicker from behind. Turning around, I caught sight of the same green shirt guy engaged in what could only be described as a flirtatious exchange with a girl, who was giggling like a teenager at a Justin Bieber concert.
I couldn't help but roll my eyes, wondering if i accidentally stumbled into a rom-com instead of an economics class. "Seriously?" I muttered under my breath, struggling to hold back the temptation to throw a pencil in their direction.
The bell chimed, like a symphony conductor signaling the end of our torment.... I mean, lecture. "Oh my gosh, anjali, did you hear those cringe-worthy dad jokes Sir just cracked? They were so bad, they should come with a warning label!" Sanvi whispered, her eyes wide with horror.
I couldn't hold back my laughter. "I know, right?I swear, sometimes I wonder why anyone even bothers to laugh."
And just like that, it was time for the much-needed break. Sanvi and I found ourselves in the canteen, me devouring my favorite loni dosas while Sanvi gushed about her latest senior crush. This girl bappaa. I laughed in my mind.
After satisfying our hunger we started walking towards our class when I suddnly saw a ball coming towards my face. "Oh, for the love of all that's ridiculous, this cannot be happening," I thought Panic ensued as I envisioned my precious face meeting its untimely demise.And then i saw a hand swooped in.
I stood there, frozen like a deer caught in headlights. "Great, just what I needed," I thought, "another awkward moment to add to my collection." I sometimes wonder if my life is scripted by Ekta Kapoor herself... why so much drama?
"Hey, are you okay Nrityanjali?" Sanvi's voice snapped me out of my trance, followed by a gentle shake. I blinked, realizing I was still alive and well, much to my surprise.I found Sanvi looking at me with worry, and beside her stood the boy, looking at me with curiosity and a touch of concern. Oh.. green shirt boy .. the charmer who was more interested in flirting than focusing on class.
"Uh, yeah, I'm perfectly fine. Thanks," I managed to stutter out, trying to compose myself. "Oh, uh, okay then," he replied awkwardly, his hand rubbing the back of his neck nervously.
'Do I have a superpower that makes everyone around me awkward? If so, can I get a refund?' I wondered as the bell rang, signaling the end of our break.
"Let's get out of here before anything else happens," Sanvi declared, and I couldn't agree more.
As we headed back towards college, I couldn't shake the strange urge to look back.
As we walked towards college, an weird urge nagged at me, compelling me to glance back. Turning, I caught him staring at me with a mix of curiosity and something else, what I have no idea. Unsure of what to make of it, I quickly averted my gaze, my heart pounding.
For a moment, I couldn't shake the feeling of his eyes boring into the back of my skull. What was he thinking??
Fighting the urge to look back again, I focused on the path ahead.What was that all about? All this is really very weird.Only time would tell, but for now, I couldn't shake the feeling of being watched by those beautiful dark brown eyes.
I shake my head vigorously, hoping to erase the image of those captivating dark brown eyes from my mind, and we both started speed-walk towards class.
But deep down, I knew that encounter with the green shirt boy was just the beginning of a beautiful love story, one filled with twists, turns, and unexpected surprises yet to come
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