Dhruv's POV
It's Tuesday and we are back at the college. That night we spent at Kiki's house was whimsical. She took me to the terrace and we stargazed together, holding hands. She and Betaal had a sleepover, trying new hairstyles and skincare. Hulk and I, spent the whole night playing Marvels Contest of Champions.
Our bond strengthened even more since that night. Our classes were cancelled because of the rain. The girls and we boys planned to have a video chat together. Yoyo and Champ will be joining us, too!
Parth is busy revising his notes. I admire this man. He knows how to plan everything in his life - Betaal won in life and so did I. Arshika is the perfect girlfriend one could ever have. She inspires me to be a better person, and I cannot imagine my life without her being by my side. She never talks much, but it's a totally different Arshika Ramanathan while she is with us. I could listen to her tales till death. Parth closed his books.
"What's up C.A.?" he asked and I said, "Nothing much. Just waiting for our video chat."
"What were you thinking about Eeki?" he questioned and I smiled wide and asked, "Do you have a device which can read minds or what?". I knew his answer but I still wanted to know, how desperately he loves Ammulu. "I have a girlfriend. I love to be caught in a reverie, thinking about her as much as I can," he said.
"Sometimes I wonder, how it all happened. I mean, us choosing JIPMER, meeting in the cafeteria - life can be very interesting at times" I said.
"It's all serendipity mate. Life is very beautiful when you have the best people around! It's just like history repeats itself- Appa had no friends, and he found Mohit Mama in his college, who happened to marry Attai. And you are the only friend I have and you better be marrying Arshika. Else, I'll tie you up and get you married to her" he warned.
"This is why your girlfriend calls you Mr. Rude. You become commanding and bossy out of nowhere. Anyway, I won't let you have that chance because my life can't happen without her. I always wanted to know Appa and Amma's love story. This might be the ideal time to know it" I said.
"I've been hearing that since my birth. Appa loves to flex. So, it all started in the Madras Medical College." he narrated and I said, "I see!".
"Wait a second, I have an album in my bag", he said and took it out. Appa gave this to Eeki and Me, as we always yearned to be like our parents. I feel sad for Amma- because Arshika and I turned out to be like Appa."
"That's a quite intriguing album" I complimented.
"I'll tell the story and show you the pictures related to those moments". he said and I nodded in agreement, excited to listen to the story.
"Amma and Appa both of them are from Tanjavur. But, they did not know each other. In 1997, in the second year of their college, a professor did not give a chance to someone, as he was being partial towards the Brahmin elite. Appa hated this, but was not able to voice out, because of his shyness. It was Amma, who questioned that dude and that's it, Appa fell deeply for her. They never spoke before that incident." he stopped and I said "Don't stop, Parth! Complete it".
"Okay, so Appa decided to write a letter and give it straight to Amma, expressing his feelings. Then, Attai spoke some sense into him, and told him that this might creep Amma out. He found out that Amma is from Tanjore and was on cloud nine. He waited till they had vacations, waited in the same bus stop as hers. As Amma is talkative, they became friends. He got her pager number, and they spoke everyday since then. While, on their ride back to Chennai, Appa told her he wanted to travel his whole life along with her." he said. "Don't stop" I demanded and he laughed out loud and said "Take care with the phrasing C.A. Sana will kill you and me if she hears this" . "Will you shut up and tell ?" I asked and he sighed saying "Twins for a reason".
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