Maybe in next life

chapter 2

Ruhi🦋

It's been two weeks since I started college and things have been going really well. Sherlin has introduced me to her friends, who have become my friends too now.
I don't know how many friends she has, I meet a new friend every day.

And Today, she forcibly made me come with her to see her boyfriend's boxing match, even though I'm not a big fan of these events.

As we entered the room where the boxing match was being held in the college, the size of the crowd and the noisy atmosphere took me by surprise. A big room with a boxing ring in the middle was filled with people, all screaming and cheering loudly.

How is all this allowed in a college with such a reputation?

Sherlin navigated her way through the crowd, leading me towards the front row. I could feel the energy and excitement in the air, and despite my initial reluctance, I couldn't help but feel a bit caught up in it all.

When everyone noticed Sherlin making her way to the front row, they immediately made space for her so that she could get a clear view of the match. I was surprised by this and wondered why everyone was giving her so much attention. I leaned towards her and asked, "Why is everyone giving you so much space?"

She just smiled and shrugged. "It's nothing," she said. "Everyone just knows that I'm here to watch my boyfriend's match, that's all."

I nodded, still a bit confused by the special treatment she was receiving. But soon, my attention was drawn to the ring as the boxers entered and the match began.

I took a closer look and saw a toned boxer with muscles rippling under the tight red shorts. He was intense and focused, moving fluidly around the ring with ease.

As soon as Sherlin saw him she screamed "all the best babe go kick some ass" ahh! Her excitement is on peak.

And he give her a flying kiss with wink.

As I focused on the match, She pointed out one of the boxers and said, "Hey, look, the guy in the red shorts is my boyfriend, Vihaan." I nodded.

As the match went on, I began to feel a bit claustrophobic. The room was hot and stuffy, and the crowd was getting louder and more rowdy by the minute. I turned to Sherlin and said, "I think I need to step out of the crowd for a bit. I'm feeling a bit suffocated in here."

She looked at me, concerned. "Are you sure you're alright?" she asked. "I can come with you if you want."

I shook my head. "No, it's okay. You stay and watch the match. I'll just step out for a few minutes and get some fresh air."

She seemed reluctant to let me go alone, but she nodded. "Alright, be careful," she warned. "I'll come find you after the match."

I thanked her and began to make my way through the crowd, trying not to get pushed around too much. The noise and excitement of the match was still going on behind me, but I felt a sense of relief as I finally reached the outskirts of the crowd and stepped out into the hallway.

As I walked down the hallway, trying to get some fresh air, I suddenly heard footsteps behind me. I turned around and saw a tall, lean figure approaching me.

As he came closer, I realized that it was a guy. As my gaze fell on him, I was struck by his appearance. He had jet-black hair that was effortlessly styled, with a perfect parting that emphasized his strong facial features. His sharp, honey-brown eyes contrasted beautifully against his pale, flawless skin, and his full lips were currently curled into a cocky smile. He wore a fitted black leather jacket that hugged his broad shoulders and accentuated his toned physique. His jeans were faded and distressed, hanging low on his hips, giving him an air of nonchalance. Overall, he was an embodiment of effortless cool, radiating an aura of confidence and nonchalance.