Banhi Shan and Dhriti stepped off the bus, their eyes wide with wonder as they took in the grandeur of the prestigious university. The campus was sprawling and pristine, with historic buildings and manicured lawns that exuded an air of sophistication and privilege. The girls felt a mix of excitement and nerves as they walked towards the main building, their footsteps echoing on the cobblestone paths.
"Wow, dekh kitna bada hai ye campus," Dhriti whispered, her voice filled with awe.
Their journey to this elite school was nothing short of remarkable. Their father, Nishant, had saved the life of a billionaire, who then offered to fund their education as a gesture of gratitude. This opportunity was a significant leap from their humble beginnings, and Banhi and Dhriti were determined to make the most of it.
As they navigated the bustling campus, they were filled with a sense of optimism and hope. They clutched their schedules, trying to locate their classes.
"Chalo, pehle apni class dhoond lete hain," Banhi suggested, looking around.
As Banhi and Dhriti walked through the university hallways, they couldn't shake off the feeling that something was amiss. The whispers and sidelong glances from their peers made them feel like they were under a microscope.
"Banhi, tumhe bhi aisa lag raha hai ki sab humein ghoor rahe hain?" Dhriti whispered, glancing around nervously.
"Haan, Dhriti. Pata nahi kyun, lekin kuch toh alag lag raha hai," Banhi replied, her eyes scanning the crowd.
The students around them were dressed in designer outfits, making Banhi and Dhriti's traditional Indian clothes stand out even more.
"Look at their clothes. So outdated," one girl whispered to her friend, both of whom were dressed in the latest fashion.
"Yeah, it's like they're from another century," the friend replied, laughing quietly.
A group of boys walked past, nudging each other and smirking. "Hey, nice costumes! Is there a festival today?" one of them called out mockingly.
Banhi clenched her fists, trying to stay calm. "Ignore them, Dhriti," she said softly.
Dhriti nodded, though she still felt out of place. "God help us," she murmured.
Banhi gave her a reassuring smile.
As they walked through the halls, they overheard snide comments about their scholarship status. Some students made it clear that they saw Banhi and Dhriti as outsiders who didn't belong in their elite world.
"Scholarship par aaye hain ye log. Pata nahi kaise pass karenge yahan," one student muttered, loud enough for them to hear.
Banhi felt a pang of hurt but held her head high.
They struggled to locate their classes but were too scared to ask anyone for help, having already felt uncomfortable by the whispers and stares. After wandering the campus for a while, they finally managed to find their way.
"Yahan hona chahiye," Banhi said, looking at the room number on their map on their phone.
Once settled, into the seats at the back of the orientation, where the dean delivered a speech about the university's legacy and the opportunities it offered. The hall was filled with students, but Banhi and Dhriti noticed that everyone apart from them was busy on their phones, barely paying attention.
"Yeh log kitne arrogant hain," Dhriti whispered. "Humein koi bhi seriously nahi le raha."
"Chalo, hum apna focus padhai par rakhte hain. Yeh sab baatein humein distract nahi kar sakti," Banhi said firmly.
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