Song: Aankhein Khuli from Mohabbatein
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The year 2017
"Alisha, phone off." the class prefect, told me as I paused my Descendants Of The Sun episode. for the twentieth time.
"Ally, yaar." Naina yelled. "Can't you stare at Joonki at home? Patel will take your deputy head girl badge before she takes your phone."
God bless my ears. Being head girl has got into her head.
"Fine, I'm switching it off." I said, grinning.
"You better." she smirked.
This bitch. Wait till we get home.
Our day began as our English teacher stepped into the class and we got lost in schoolwork and all the odd jobs we had to do being the heads of the school.
Anyhow, let me give you my intro. I am the one and only Alisha of house Mukherjee, collector of paperbacks and k-pop albums, protector of grammar, lover of coffee and the Queen of Weirdos. Yeah, I gave a Game of Thrones reference right there. Presently, I am sixteen going on seventeen and a student of class 12.
I know what your next question is, and no, I don't have a boyfriend.
I've studied in an all girls school all my life and you will not find a single trace of a boy in this school. That made me kinda weird and awkward around the opposite sex, so I can't flirt for my life.
Anyways, welcome to Kolkata, the City Of Joy. This is no Paris or London or even Mumbai. This place is a dumpster. The entire city is blue and white and the state government certainly wastes a lot of electricity. But, this place has a very Bengali feeling about it.
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The bell indicating the end of the last period rang. A chorus of 'good afternoon' followed the plastic chairs rubbing against the wooden floor of the classroom. It was the end of the day.
"The backstairs are empty. Let's go from there." Naina said dragging me towards the hind door of the classroom.
She was right. The main staircase would now have been filled up by most students from class 6 to 12 talking and laughing amongst each other.
"Eager to meet the boyfriend are we?" I said.
Stupid people simping over each other. Someone just give me Park Jimin or Park Bogum, I'll be happy.
"Shut up." She protested.
"Hey babe." Naina kissed him on his cheek.
"Hey to you too." He said.
Ew. That's my brother. Ew.
"Stop eye undressing yourselves and start walking or else we are going to miss our 3 o'clock metro." I said.
"What's the hurry sis? " He said putting an arm around my shoulder.
"Aarav. Arm. Down." I said.
"Aw. You look so cute when you're angry baby sis." Aarav said.
"It was just 1 fucking minute. And some times I wish I could kill the doctor who operated Mom for taking you out first." I said.
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Ceasefire Of Senses (under editing)
Roman pour AdolescentsAlisha Mukherjee is an extremely normal girl. She's got everything - a twin brother, loving parents, a best friend, her dream job and a cute dog. She also has something else - the biggest problem in her life, Sameer Sharma. She doesn't believe that...
