SAMSIKA (#1)

Prologue

𝙷𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚔𝚊

May 26th, 2013 .

"HANSIKA CHOWDHURY."

"Present Ma'am!" I stood up from the seat. Holding my breath in nervousness. I was zoning out while staring at the window. I don't know how long ma'am has been my calling my name which was what made me feel nervous.
Suddenly I hear the class break out into laughter. I felt my ears burn in embarrassment. I definitely messed it up.

"Hansika, Roll call has already been done. Seems like you are not focusing on the class. Focus in the class as it's 12th already. Focus on your studies and exams." The teacher glared at me for few seconds before going back to what she was doing and scribbling something on the blackboard. I tried squinting my eyes to see what was she writing but to no avail. I had forgotten my glasses at home in a hurry to catch the school bus. I had blurry vision all day now and my head was starting to introduce an headache. 'Should have ate those carrots Nani always told me to finish' I thought.

I sighed and sat down on my seat. Tapping on the table with my pointer finger to try fidget myself to forget about the headache that was spilling in my head. The teacher's high pitched voice and the brightness was making it worse. And the whisper chatters made my ears ring.

"She is writing about a project that we need to do. And stop tapping the table. It's annoying me." I looked to the side of my desk when I heard voice. Ah, yes. The most annoying human being is there to help me at my worst. Why, him always?. Most importantly, why he is always my seat mate.

"Samrudh Bhagwani. Thank you but it's all good. I will copy it down from Aniska." I lay my head which felt heavy on the desk table. Feeling the cold wooden on the side of my temples and ear felt good. But it didn't last long as the table started to heat up from my own face's warmth. It was summer. Everything was annoying from the sweat, heat, people. Everything. However, i enjoyed summer. Summer means Icecreams, mangos, kala khhata gola, etcetera.

The sun decided to be merciless and slap the rays on my face while I laid my head on the desk. I tried to turn my head another side only to realise I had twisted my neck earlier by sleeping funny. I closed my eyes because of my reflex when I felt Suriya dev decided to poke my eyes with the rays.

In an instant,
I felt a shadow fall on my face. My eyes felt a cooling sensation. I smiled and opened my eyes. Only to meet with light brown eyes of Samrudh. He had blocked the sun rays with his body. For that moment I forgot about our Rivalry and had butterflies in my tummy until he opened his rotten mouth.

"You are not suppose to sleep in the class, Budhu" Samrudh pulled my cheeks. It hurt. I pushed his hands instantaneously. Glaring at him. I said,
"Thanks Amrud." He frowned as quickly as the second passed by. I felt a rising happiness in my heart whenever I call him Amrud. Guava was my favourite fruit however not this one. Samrudh hated it when I called him Amrud. When we were kids. I had a hard time pronouncing his name so I ended up calling him Amrud instead. After that day, he goes nuts whenever I call Amrud.

He pulled my cheeks harder this time causing me to sit up and slap his hands away.
"Amrud if you don't stop that. I will kick your balls. You will go home on a wheelchair." I grinned. He raised his eyebrows at my statement.
"Didn't knew little Hani could speak bad words." Samrudh smirked while removing his forearms that rested on the desk to balancing his Pretty face on his palms.

"I very well can, Amrud." I snickered.

"Seems like, Little Hani has grew up to be a little naughty." Samrudh smirked now fully facing me. His light brown eyes glinting in mischief. His hair seemed damped as if he came out from the bathroom. His smirk was plastered on his face so proudly that I wanted to take a picture as well as tip into pieces.

"Yo-"

"Hansika and Samrudh. Out. Of. My. Class." The teacher yelled. She caught up to our bickering. We did disturb the class as now the class was staring at us like we were pieces on the museum.

"Sorry ma'am" We both muttered together. While picking ourselves up towards outside of the class. I leaned my back on the wall while he leaned next to me.

"It's all you fault." I said. Glaring at him once again. It never seems enough whenever I glare at him. He raised one of his brow and chuckled.
"Was it because of me or you?" He smirked again. Oh, how I wish I could smirk like that. His handsome face was a weakness of many including mine.

Heavens! Why do the most annoying ones have the most beautiful faces ever!.

"Shut up." I lightly slap on his chest. I felt his built muscles on my palm as well as the sweat that is soaking on the white shirt. I could see his muscles definitions. He wasn't fully built. But when to compare to other students. He sure was built.
'Are 18 year olds suppose to be muscular or it's just him. Or maybe me.' I thought while i rub the palm on my skirt. Can't take his germs can I? However, he smells nice though

"So, Hani I have a question." Suddenly my heart had a pace. What was he going to ask. Who is my crush?. Do I like someone?. What's my favourite flower? Oh, wait he knows that. Oh, maybe he is going to ask if I am free next sun-

"Will you be my partner for the project." He said before I could complete all my overthinking statements in my head. Oh, he was just asking me about the project. Heavens. I got excited and he spilled the spoilt milk over it.

"Sure." I smiled. But for some reason my heart was beating as fast as bike which has crossed the speed limit. He was looking at me with a smile. A smile of approval. However, my heart was making laps uncontrollably. The way his eyelashes flutter when he blinks. The way he touches his nose when he gets nervous. How he sways one side to another while asking a question. How the soft summer winds are drying his damped hair. How the sun rays hugging his face. When did i started noticing his details. When did it start making me feel squeamish. Does this happen when you hate someone?

Is this what true hatred feels like?

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Song of the chapter, Zehen by Mitraz
"Hoya pehli vaari ishq sajnaa de naal hai.
Lab ye keh na paavein dil di daastan"