(RANDHIR)
He was used to them gawking. Some stared shamelessly. Others had the courtesy to look away when his eyes met their inquisitive ones.
He didn't like it. Because it seemed like were judging him, like a horde of gossip hungry big brother like entities. He was like a lion in a cage, he felt like they were pointing at him and exclaiming at his wildness. Calling him dangerous and fascinating all at once.
That was the way of the world. Two tongues. One that flattered and lied and the other that cut and made you bleed.
Randhir preferred to hone the second one.
If he hated anything more than the word sorry, it was lies.
Sometimes he felt like he was a hypocrite himself. But he brushed that dangerous thought aside. The last thing he wanted was to become something he hated.
He didn't need those negative thoughts. Not on the first day. He had a reputation to maintain. One that would firmly establish the fact that he was not to be messed with if you wanted to stay alive in the college.
He had almost received a record for bullying . But he couldn't for the life of himself make himself care for the maggot of a boy he'd "bullied" in school. Retribution was what it was really. The boy had dared to look into his eyes and call him " a motherless child" as well as deliver a few unoriginal swearwords that derogated Randhir's absent mother. Randhir's fist had met Vishaad's face with unhinged fury. Not once but six times, the exact number of times Vishaad had insinuated dirty things about Renuka Sanyal.
But no one knew that. No one except Randhir and his "victim". Everyone had passed it off as adolescent aggression and "boys will be boys". It suited Randhir well. The last thing he wanted was a shrink trying to get him to talk about his feelings toward his mother.
Mother.
That word seemed like a bigger insult than the swear words Vishaad had thrown at him.
He didn't like it when he thought about it all, because it made him feel funny inside.
Almost like...he cared.
"You too? Let me guess, Parents don't care enough?" the words weren't mocking.
For once, someone, a stranger, had actually dared to say what he refused to acknowledge.
He looked at the woman infront of him, right into her big, dark eyes.
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Redux (Discontinued)
FanficHe was used to people leaving him. She was used to people hurting her. What they weren't used to was having some one stay and actually give a damn about them. My first and perhaps only Sandhir centric story. Advice on writing them is most welcome...
