Under The Bollywood Sky [ON HOLD]

New Beginnings and Lingering Doubts

Raunak's POV

As the sun peeked over the horizon, its golden rays pierced through the gaps in my curtains, gently nudging me awake. I rubbed the sleep from my eyes and stretched, feeling a renewed sense of purpose. 

Today marked the second day of my college journey, and despite the rocky start yesterday, I was determined to make the most of it. I got ready quickly, my mind racing with thoughts about what the day might hold. Yesterday's encounter with Harsh had been a welcome surprise, and I hoped to make more connections like that. 

Grabbing my bag, I stepped out of my apartment and into the bustling streets of Mumbai. The college campus was already alive with activity by the time I arrived. Students milled about, chatting and laughing, the energy palpable. 

As I made my way to the classroom, I spotted Harsh waiting by the door, a friendly grin on his face."Raunak! Yahan aaja, maine tere liye jagah rakhi hai," he called out, waving me over.I smiled and joined him, grateful for his company. "Thanks, yaar. Aaj kya scene hai?""Kuch special nahi, bas classes hain. Aur haan, aaj kuch seniors ka ragging session bhi chal raha hai, so be prepared," he said with a wink.

The thought of ragging made me a bit nervous, but I pushed the feeling aside. I was here to learn and grow, and I wasn't going to let anything get in my way.We entered the classroom and took our seats. The first lecture of the day was on Economics, a subject I found intriguing. As the professor began the lesson, I focused intently, eager to absorb as much knowledge as I could.

During a break between classes, Harsh and I decided to explore the campus a bit more. We wandered through the corridors, chatting about our aspirations and experiences. Harsh mentioned a modeling assignment he had lined up for the weekend, and I shared my excitement about an upcoming audition.

"Yaar, Mumbai sach mein sapno ka sheher hai," Harsh said, looking around with a sense of wonder."Haan, bilkul. Kabhi socha nahi tha ki hum yahan aake apne sapne poore karne ki koshish karenge," I replied, feeling a sense of camaraderie with him.

As we made our way back to the classroom, we noticed a group of seniors gathered in a corner, their eyes fixed on us. One of them, a tall guy with a cocky smirk, stepped forward. "Hey, tum dono naye ho kya?" he asked, his tone laced with authority."Haan, bhaiya," Harsh replied, his voice steady."Accha, toh tumhe ragging ke baare mein toh pata hoga," the senior said, his smirk widening. 

We nodded, bracing ourselves for whatever was to come. The senior eyed us for a moment before breaking into a grin."Chalo, thoda fun karte hain. Tum dono ek gaana gaake sunao," he commanded.Harsh and I exchanged a glance, then burst into a lively rendition of "Papa Kehte Hain" from the movie "Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak." 

Our impromptu performance drew a small crowd, and soon, everyone was clapping along.With that, the tension dissipated, and we continued on our way, feeling a bit more at ease. As the day wore on, we attended our remaining classes, each lecture adding to the sense of excitement and possibility that filled the air.