Redux (Discontinued)

Appearances

Sanyukta turned to look at the owner of the voice.
There, sitting on one of the three beds in the room was a girl unlike any Sanyukta had ever seen.
She was dusky skinned with long, straight hair and big brown eyes. Her lips were curved in an amused smirk.
Sanyukta's cheeks pinked at the sudden assessing look that the perfectly dressed girl was giving her.
In contrast to Sanyukta's sweat and mud stained green kurti and white leggings, the girl wore a pair of ice blue jeans and a grey leopard print top.

"Well?" the girl raised a delicate eyebrow " I said look what the wind blew in.!" she pouted her glossy lips.

Sanyu felt her cheeks and throat redden at the girl's comment.
No one gets to make me feel inferior.
No one.

She jutted out her chin and offered the girl a smirk of her own. "And look what the cat dragged in...a welcome party for little old me."

The girl's smirk faded into a prim, cold look. "I asked why you look like a street urchin."

"It is none of your business Miss Prissy Pants" Sanyukta shoot back.
She nearly gasped at the way her voice sounded.

Rude? impolite!

"Miss Prissy Pants? Is that the best you can come up with. Bah." The girl rolled her eyes "How original"

"Well, I don't know your name..." Sanyukta trailed off, looking at her toes.
Mud all over her chappals.

"It's Vidushi. And you are?"

"Sanyukta." Sanyukta held out her hand in a gesture of friendship.

"I don't do friends. You are just Riff Raff I have to put up with for the next four years. Can you do yourself a favour and atleast try to look like a civilized person?" Vidushi scoffed and turned back to her laptop, waving a hand to dismiss Sanyu.

What was with this girl?
First I try to offer her a truce even if she's acted like a total female dog to me and now she insults me again?
I did not come here to take crap from a spoilt brat like her.

"You know what Vid-U-Shi?" Sanyukta shoved her suitacase under one of the beds and pulled out a fresh change of clothes.

"What San-YU-kta?" Vidushi mocked, her hands on her hips.

Sanyukta walked to the door and turned around.
Her hazel eyes narrowed " I can wash the mud off my ugly clothes but you can't wash the mud off your ugly soul"
Without waiting to see the other girl's reaction Sanyukta turned on her heel and walked out of the room smartly, her muddy chappals hitting the floor, sounding like slaps against the tiles.

Sanyukta never saw the look of pain on the petite girl' face.
She never saw the tears run down the dusky cheeks.
And she certainly did not hear the wounded whimper that the girl let out.

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I like my characters to be like human onions.
With lots of layers to them which you can peel off. And cry.

Sanyukta isn't going to take anyone's Bullshit. Not even Vidushi's.

Any Vidushi lovers out there?
I'm a Vidu lover myself and there won't be a typical villain Vidushi in this one. Promise.