"Agarwal, it seems you're fond of pink color?"
"Not really, black it is. You presuppose a lot Shekhawat."
"Maybe. But your bra strap speaks a different story."
"Why don't you mind your own business you jerk!"
Oh God, why the heck was she made to sit next to this ass?
Um. that is mostly cause his dad had funded her studies.
You know, being poor sucks, but handling a rich ass like shekhawat sucks even more.
Though, who cares, it's just two years, and for St Mary's, that is probably the best college of Delhi, she's ready to tolerate more hundreds of shekhawats.
Guiding her bra strap inside her kurti, she presumed her concentration on the maths lecture, however uninteresting it seemed, just to ignore randhir.
He smirked at her amateur attempts to ignore him and rolled his eyes.
"What a nincompoop!" randhir yawned non-chalantly.
"Mind you, he's the professor."
"But he's just a waste of time, if we learn maths at that speed, I bet even the next thousand years won't be enough."
"Why're you even attending dude? Bunk off if you think he's wasting your time."
"Not bad agarwal, your pea-sized brain does work sometimes"
Throwing his bag at the corridor, randhir was all set to jump out from the glass window that would lead him straightly to the hallway.
"Hey, promise me you won't tell this at home."
"Promise." she rolled her eyes.
"No. I want a pinky promise." he mouthed smugly, receiving thorough glares from her end.
