Just A Crush?

16. Stranger

A/N.

Imp A/N at the end. do read it. there will be hindi song in this chapter, it's meaning will be given in the A/N at the end. 

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"A girl always looks beautiful in Indian attire", I grinned as I recollected the exact words my gran had said. I don't know, which ghost had got into me today, but I suddenly had an urge to wear a kurti and a leggings. I was unusually excited for the college, as if today was my first day. I took a moment to admire the dark tree green kurti which was royally perched on my bed. It was a simple one, not with much shimmer and heavy designs. It was a sleek and a slim fit kurti with full sleeves and closed neck. I slipped into it and paired it with white leggings. I gazed at my reflection in the mirror and a small simper played on my lips as the cotton garment rested perfectly and boldly on my body. I applied a stroke of black kajal and eyeliner and bedaubed my lips with light pink gloss. I did my hair into a side braid and one side puff, with few strands falling out gracefully. After taking a final glance at the mirror and complimenting myself, I glided down to the living room.

"Hellos", I greeted both the ladies i.e. my mum and my aunt. They greeted me back offering their million dollar smile which is so not usual for me as most of the time they offer me with their not so million dollar scoldings or lectures. But that's exactly how mothers are.

"Any special occasion today?" My aunt asked.

"Nopsiee", I singsang, taking a sip of my lemon juice which mum had prepared.

"My daughter is looking so pretty today", mom chirped as she made her way out of the kitchen.

"I always look pretty, mom", I cockily replied.

"Don't praise yourself much. I see, why people say that you are like your dad", my mum shooed away my cocky remark. I puffed my chest with pride as I always loved when people say that I am like my dad. He is a handsome man in his mid forties with a flirty-cocky behaviour.

"Why did you dress up so early? Ther's still an hour and a half for you to leave the house and flee to your college."

"I have to study."

"Studying requires dressing up?" my mom countered back.

"Actually no. But I am going to the college early. I'll study in the library."

"Why do you wanna study in library when you are blessed with this big home?" Mu aunt piped in and my mom nodded in agreement.

"The thing is, I will be able to concentrate in the library than at home. Over here, I will make a tour to fridge every hour, but in library, that's not possible. So.."

"You should have informed earlier. I have prepared half of the lunch. It'll go waste. Lakhs of people are not getting proper nutritious meal and here you are, wasting it", my aunt chided.

I felt a pang of guilt at that and promised them that they'll never get another chance to complain about this. I mumbled them a quick sorry and left for the college.

***

I met the familiar breeze and atmosphere as I entered the main college building after the long weekend. First lecture starts at 12.45 pm and here I was, at 10.37 am in the college. Why so early? This question might have popped up in your inquisitive brains. But I am a mumma's girl. I don't lie to her. The fact is, the worst nation i.e. exami- nation is just two weeks away and I have hardly opened my books. Except for accounts and maths. Both of these subjects have their different reasons for being studied by me. First: I love accounts and that's why I practice it daily. Second: my mathematics is not too strong. It's not that I hate this subject and something of that sort. But maths tops the list of my least favourite subjects. There are 80% chances of me flunking in it. So... have to practice it too.