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Total tabahi waala scene hai
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Shreyas
I stood in the college garden, adjusting my spectacles. The warm sunshine and gentle breeze signaled a new beginning-my first day of college.
My phone buzzed, breaking my reverie. Mom.
"Shreyas, how's your first day?" she asked.
I reassured her, "It's going great, Mom. Don't worry."
After the call, I let out a sigh and began cleaning my spectacles. Freedom from my parents' expectations felt liberating. It isn't like I don't like my parents, i do but their constant nagging and unrealistic expectations suffocated me and hence, I opted to live in the hostel instead of being a day scholar once the semester started. I've been good in studies ever since I was a kid and studying as it is was never a problem for me but the burden put on me by my parents led me to burn myself out and hence, strained our relationship to some extent.
Lost in thought, I didn't notice the girl rushing toward me. Until she collided with me, sending my glasses flying.
Wow, definitely a great start to the first day.
"Watch where you're going!" I exclaimed, startled, taking a step back.
"Sorry" she muttered before starting to move away.
"Will my glasses repair itself with a sorry madam?" I exclaimed sarcastically.
She halted, her bright face scrunched in annoyance, hands on hips. Her multicolored kurti fluttered with each gesture. Her rose scent tickled my nose.
Her voice loud and annoying as she spoke, "mister it's you who was blocking the way. And now you ain't accepting the apology duh not my fault. Pata nhi kaha kaha se aa jaate hai pagal"
(I wonder where these fools come from)
I stood tall, feet shoulder-width apart, eyes locked onto hers. "I had every right to be there! Aur tum pagal" My tone firm.
Is she drunk? Why is so irritating early in the morning
Her eyes sparkled, challenging me, as she shifted her weight onto one leg. Her slender waist drew my attention.
She retorted, "And I had every right to walk! Also, pagal mai nhi tum ho" Her chin tilted upward.
I snorted, raising an eyebrow. "Without watching where you're going?" I accused, bending to pick up the scattered pieces.
Her husky voice replied, "Without expecting someone to be obstructing the path?" Her eyes flashed.
Our banter crackled with tension. For an instant, I appreciated her beauty and then, chaos erupted.
"You broke my glasses!" I held up my broken spectacle.
She rolled her eyes, her lips curving into a sly smile. "That's your problem, not mine." She shrugged.
I leaned against a nearby bench. "You're really clumsy, aren't you?" I chuckled.
Her face alight with amusement, she stood before me. "And you're really blind, aren't you?" Her eyes sparkled.
I straightened, my eyes narrowing as I slide my slightly bent and totally cracked glasses back onto my nose. "Literally, now."
Her smile widened. "Not my problem." She raised her shoulders in a dismissive gesture.
Our argument continued, sarcastic remarks flying back and forth.
The college bell interrupted our spat.
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RomanceREGULAR UPDATES COMING SOON ! I heard her breathless voice behind me. "Shrey... please talk to me." She reached out and touched my shoulder gently, but I flinched at the contact. Turning sharply, I faced her, my eyes burning with unspoken pain. "It'...
