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━━━━ ♛ ━━━━ INAAYAT ━━━━♛━━━
It has been a week since I entered the college yet I didn't find any clue about the suicides. I have been more indulged in making contacts and friends so that I can normalise before I start investigating the cases properly.
A week of no contact with my family. There were dropped messages and calls but I couldn't revert seeing the fact that I was either in college or with Mishti.
I am so used to living a comfortable life back at home, in my room with my pair of real friends that it did become difficult to adjust. The environment of the hostel is completely different, way more disciplined. The food is average but the coffee compensates for it.
I crave going out to eat or to the book libraries, and here I am learning a subject I have no idea of. All the lectures go way over my head and the entire time I either stare at the lecturer or daydream.
At night when Mishti studies, I am obliged to open my books and stare at them blankly and pretend to focus.
Today is Friday which means tomorrow I will be at the secret flat-and alone after a long week.
"Angel, the last lecture is cancelled. The baldy is calling us to the auditorium." Sameer informs.
We both are on the college ground passing time, he is playing with the ball while I am reading. Our lecture was scheduled in the next hour and had a free one now. Mishti and others are attending their last lecture for the day.
"Baldy?"
"Oh wait, you haven't gotten the chance to see him, yet. He had gone on a three-week-long work trip."
"But, who is he?" I question keeping my novel aside and preparing my bag to leave.
"The principal." He informs, and he comes closer to pick his bag and also helps me get down from the short bricked wall I am sitting on.
Sameer and Mishti are the only ones I had started forming a true friendship bond with. Nikhil though we talk, I ain't able to trust him. His eyes hold an egoistic pride but at the same time, he does try to lighten that characteristic by using his dry humour.
