Playfully Ruined

Chapter 3 : First Conversation

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Date: 3.12.2016 
Time: 8 PM 
Day: Sunday

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Indrani's POV

The weekend had flown by in a blur of family gatherings and school assignments. Yesterday My brother suggested a car race . Dang!! It was on fire.. nd that's how the day with studies and evening with family and night with brothers went .
Today Dad has been home .
Finallyyyy thank you God ji that I got to spend one whole day with my dad after all his busy schedules.. puff!! IMMA TIRED 😩

After a great bickering gossiping and playing session with Dad , here I was lying on my bed, scrolling through my phone, when a message popped up on the screen , sent by Bakshi sir, reminding us to complete homework . Aahh what was it?? I just joined day before yesterday and now this homework? Argh! Nevermind I can do it . I flipped off my phone somewhere on the bed and grabbed my English classwork and homework copy only to realise that It was all related to what sir taught last day .
While dealing with questions and answers, I got so frustrated 😭 I remembered the notes I had missed during Bakshi Sir’s last class. I had been so distracted by Anuruddha that I barely remembered anything from the lesson.

Uhmm.. Anuruddha!? With that I got lost in his memory from previous class . My chin kept on my palms, supported by the elbow on the bed , my legs swinging like a little girl child daydreaming

Aarrghhh I somehow gathered myself back from his thoughts and picked up my phone to text Neha . Like who else can I even ask for?

“Neha, do you have the notes from Bakshi Sir’s class?” I texted her.

A few moments later, my phone buzzed with her reply.

“Sorry, Indu! I don’t have them. But I think you may ask that coldy- I mean Anuruddha . He’s always so organized with his notes.” - Neha blabbered.

Um.. texting Anuruddha? For notes? Isn't it awkward?
But no wait 😔🫷 He was the one because of whom I couldn't focus 😞

“ Noo.. Indrani , You cannot blame someone for your own fault . And what's wrong to ask for help as tuition mate? Nothing right?! ” - I self talked .

“ But we barely know each other 😮‍💨 what would he think? ” - My gut screamed from inside.

“ But how you know he organizes notes well? ” - I further questioned Neha out of blue .

“ Areh! Dummy! I once peeped sneakily at his notes to make sure whether he is a good student or not in real ” - Neha replied .

Well That's my sister . She can do any possible shit just to satisfy her curiosity.. unlike me , who tends to do even what's impossible for self satisfaction 😮‍💨🤌

“ Here , His number ' 9862XXXXXX ' , I had his number saved since long as I wanted to know who is whom in our group ” - Neha gave me his number.

I hesitated for a moment, staring at the number on my screen. Reaching out to him felt daunting, but I needed those notes. Gathering my courage, I composed a message , and also bid bye to Neha as she was busy playing with our younger sister, Shrestha.

“Hi” - This was the first text I sent to him.. as I didn't know what to say . Somehow then I felt to make sure first whether its him .
“Is it Anuruddha?” - I further texted .

I hit send and waited , putting the phone aside and drinking water from my favourite blue ocean printed bottle .

The seconds felt like hours. Would he even respond? What would he reply with? Would he help? Or reject calling me annoying.. My mind flickered with several thoughts regarding him .