My Campus Goddess [Coming Soon]

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Abhimaan's narrative

Waking up to the sound of my friend snoring obnoxiously loud wasn't my plan for the first day of the new semester. And, when I did wake up, the first thought in my mind was to kick this pig out of the bed or splash some hot water on his face. However, deciding not to ruin my first day, I slipped away from the comfort of my bed and walked towards the washroom to get ready for my day. After I was completely sure that I was ready, I picked up my bag and flung it over my shoulder.

A new day, a new semester.

This is the second last year of my time in this university, and though I don't want to admit, I'm going to miss this place. Being a student is the part of life, but one can't deny it's the only time that we actually live. After that, career, job stress, working, marriage, children and all the responsibilities that leaves no time for ourselves.

I picked up the jug of water and threw it on Rishi, and left the room, knowing he'll wake up like a fish out of water and scream like a banshee after realising he's late. I walked towards my other friends and noticed them leaning against the wall, obviously waiting for us, but they also know that it's only me coming as always.

"He's still sleeping?" Aryan stated more than he asked and I didn't reply, knowing he's aware of the answer already. Nishaan chuckles and looks back at his phone, making us look at him. He's texting his girlfriend, is my best guess.

"Anyways, today is a very good day." Aryan rubs his hands almost evilly.

I turned to him and gave him a look that told him that whatever he was planning isn't going to happen, because he's gonna get it from me if he does that again. "Oh come on Bhai! It's just some ragging! Harmless!" My gaze hardens but before I can speak, Rishi rushed towards us panting. "Dhokebaaz! Utha nahi sakta tha mujhe pehle?!" I rolled my eyes internally.

"Bhai yaar main ragging karunga apne pyare juniors ki. Tu khade rehna," Aryan spoke with a straight face. I know he's not listening and I'm not going to stop him either so I just leave him be and started walking towards the university building.

Even though my father offered to get me a personal place to stay, I still chose the college dormitory because I wanted to have the full experience of a university student.

Today was the first day, and in our campus, the freshers only have introductory classes while the juniors and seniors have only a few lectures. And then comes what the students call, the freshers introduction. And the only word to describe this student interaction is- Ragging. Mostly it's harmless, but sometimes it's not.

Making our way inside the cafeteria after our classes were over, we all but heard about how excited the seniors, our batchmates, were about meeting with their new juniors. I could care less about it, and honestly, I didn't find it interesting to rag some innocent students who just passed highschool.

"Let's go Abhimaan," my friends started walking towards the hall, and I followed them silently. I could feel the students staring at us as we walked in, making way for us to go in.

I walked towards the last bench and sat, leaning back, crossing my arms and placing my legs on the table. I watched as the students were ragging the freshers and intimidating them and I couldn't care less. How childish was it to actually scare them? They can rag harmlessly too.

My gaze swept across the students lazily, but then suddenly, it fell upon someone. I sat straight in my seat, my eyes trailing across her form. Her long brown hair that fell upon her shoulders, her warm brown eyes looking around bewildered, probably surprised by the ragging, and her small form tense.

Interesting.

I averted my gaze before my friends could notice and leaned back in the seat. For a while I watched as my friends teased the freshers and gave them tasks. They were having fun on the expense of these freshers and honestly, I don't mind as long as it's harmless.

My eyes found the freshman I saw earlier and unsurprisingly, a group of seniors were ragging her as well. I felt my fists clenching, not really because she was being ragged, I knew she would be, but because of the people who were doing that.

The damn troublemakers.

"Nishaan." I called out to him, my voice tight. He turned to me from where he was and gave me a questioning look. "Warn those students to not be too harsh," that was all I said, because neither I will directly approach the troublemakers, nor save that girl.

Nishaan nodded and I looked at him as he conveyed my message to the seniors.
My eyes glanced at the freshman again, a strange feeling erupting in me as I saw her nervous and a little scared.

I feel bad for her.

"Enough everyone," my voice was loud and clear, making everyone look at me, pausing their shenanigans. "Let them go," I spoke again, and of course, they followed. They couldn't have it the other way.

I made my way out of the hall after that, making sure to give a hard stare to those troublemaking idiots.

What a bad start.