The sun blazed down on the college courtyard as a group of girls gathered around the basketball court, their excited chatter filling the air. It was a regular scene, but today the energy was more electric because at the center of the court was none other than Keyan Kapoor. Tall, with a physique that seemed carved out of marble, Keyan was the college hunk, a magnet for attention wherever he went. He dribbled the ball with effortless ease, a smirk playing on his lips as he noticed the growing crowd of admirers.
"Go, Keyan! Show them how it's done!" one of the girls yelled, her voice rising above the rest.
Keyan's best friend, Aryan, grinned as he nudged him, "You've got quite the fan club, Kapoor. Don't let them down."
"Like I ever do," Keyan shot back, his eyes gleaming with competitive fire.
With a swift movement, he dodged an opponent and leapt into the air, the ball swishing through the net perfectly. The crowd erupted in cheers, the girls almost swooning as he landed gracefully.
The match ended in victory, and as Keyan walked off the court, he pulled off his jersey, revealing a chiseled torso glistening with sweat. Without missing a beat, he grabbed a bottle of chilled water and poured it over himself, the icy droplets cascading down his body, sending a collective sigh through the onlookers...."Yeh hoti hai game ki asli ending," ("This is the real ending of the game.") Aryan teased, tossing a towel to Keyan.
"Bas ab classes bacha lein," ("Just gotta get through my classes now.") Keyan replied, running a hand through his damp hair.
The group of friends made their way to class, the banter between them light and full of mischief. As they entered the lecture hall, Aryan whispered, "Yaar, suna hai second-year batch mein ek Sanna Khurrana hai, poori campus mein uski stories chal rahi hai."("I've heard there's a Sanna Khurrana in the second-year batch, and her stories are going around the whole campus.")
Keyan raised an eyebrow, "Woh kaun??"("Who's that??")
"Bhool gaya tu??? ("Have you forgotten???") She's the one who almost ran over half the campus last week when she was late for class," Aryan chuckled.
Keyan smirked, "Ah, the clumsy one. Let's see if the stories are true."
After a few hours of lectures and note-passing, the group finally escaped the academic grind. Their destination: their favorite adda, a hidden spot behind the college canteen where they would spend hours doing everything except studying.
"Bhai, ek ciggy de," ("Brother, give me a cigarette.") Keyan asked Akshit, who always had a stash.
"Ab toh din ki shuruwat hi cig se hoti hai,"("Now, the day starts with a cigarette.") Akshit replied, lighting one up for him.
As they settled in, the jokes started flying. Ashish, always the serious one, was already engrossed in his phone, likely reading something deep or philosophical. "Yeh toh apni hi duniya mein hai," ("He's in his own world.") Rohit laughed, pointing at Ashish, who barely looked up from his screen...
Suddenly, a group of freshers walked by, and Bishal, ever the troublemaker, called out, "Oye, freshers!!! Apne seniors ko salaam karna seekha hai ya nahi???"("Hey, freshers!!! Have you learned to greet your seniors???")
The freshers looked at each other nervously, then at Bishal, who was grinning like a cat that got the cream. "Aree, araam se," (" Relax, Relax") one of them said, trying to smile.
Keyan shook his head, laughing, "Bishal, tu kabhi nahi sudhrega."("Bishal, you'll never improve")
"Tameez se jeena hai toh sudhroonga kaise?" ("How can I improve if I have to live with manners") Bishal replied with a wink.
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Wild Falcon Desire
General FictionIn a world where love teeters on the edge of obsession, she clings to the man who has wounded her time and again. Her heart, bound by a love so fierce it consumes her, refuses to let go, even as he repeatedly falters. But beneath her unwavering devo...