"Scholarship student?" the whitish girl with a short nose, stared at me with her dark, smoky eyes.
"Uhm, no actually uh, yea." I replied meekly, not wanting to jump into details.
"Your books." she held out them for me.
"Thats very big of you, thank you!"
"Vidushi." she smiled and stretched her palm.
"Sanyukta," we shook our hands.
"Is Randhir Singh Shekhawat your friend?" seated near the wooden table, vidushi almost jumped from her seat as she addressed that ass I mean randhir.
Oh well, now I know the real reason behind this honey coated behavior, I would make no real friends until I'm at the mercy of this shekhawat.
"Actually he's just a classmate." my features contorted, I hated to lie but I was left with no option.
"Oh." her face fell immediately.
We talked about a few more things, I got to know that vidushi too belonged to a low class family, and that she was here to fulfil her surreal dreams.
"Randheeeer" an elongated gasp escaped out of her mouth as she stared at the door with a twinkling gaze.
There, I saw him walking in, accompanied by some 3-4 high class brats, staring at me with disparage.
