The Great Indian Teenage Romance #YourStoryIndia

PROLOGUE

The air conditioner cooled the enormous hall that housed the St. Mary High School Farewell or rather what the westerners call Prom.

It was filled with the whispers and chitchat of the 200 graduating pupils who had spent almost all their lives here. They have dressed impeccably, the boys in their tuxedos and the girls in the traditional Indian wear that are Sarees. Each girl trying to out-dress the other. Let's face it, if girls would start trying to impress guys they would run around naked.

                 The students talked about their plans after the board exams which would determine where they stand in the cut-throat academia.

                               It is a silent battle between schools as to which school had the best tenth grade batch.

On the stage there was a table set for the Principal and the Trustee. On the other side of the hall there was the staff of the school who were eager for the students to make a speech.

                      All of them would say something. This was an annual ritual, yet for the teachers every year it felf like fhe first time. These teachers have seen students come and go. Their faces have held the memories of all the students. They might not show it but the wrinkles in their faces depict the timeline of every batch they have taught. Every teacher expectant of the students to excel.

                                    That is being in this institution is being a family; a close-knit where everyone has each other's backs.

A chandelier hung on the high ceiling of the hall. Each student was looking forward for the function to start along with the music and the mingling.

They were restless. More restless to hear one of the most talked about student, who was an excellent orator but had a history, a history with a guy who never was the object of anyone's love let alone someone like her who with a simple yet sweet face who was his complete opposite. The girl who had a love-hate relationship with the staff including the Principal.

Radhika Krishnan was that girl. Tall for girls her age. Outspoken and a social butterfly. Popularly known as Miss. Sunshine. Oh yes, she was the sun that shined the brightest in the whole school. Caramel skin and hazel doe eyes, long hair expertly styled to suit her sharp features. With dimples adorning her cheeks everyone who's anyone would definitely want to be acquainted with her. She had an air of sophistication even though she was the most informal of them all. She looked stunning in a black and red saree also she was the best looking one because she carried it well; south Indian with great curves to flaunt. She was 2 minutes away from delivering her speech. Her face looked pale.

                    Radhika Krishnan
OK,Radhika, You can do it. Don't  panic.Just because you lost the well rehearsed prespeech, doesn't mean you dont have to go up there in front of the whole graduating Xth grade .

                           Just speak your heart out. Actually kiss their asses with a few praises and be done with it. They don't deserve to hear the truth about themselves.
Just go up their and show them that you have more guts than the whole 200 of these blokes. You are way much better than them. Ok here we go. One, two, three.

I think to myself before going on the stage and addressing the crowd. "Ladies and gentlemen. I am pleased to be addressing this elite crowd of our esteemed institution which has been our everything for the past years......."

On side of the hall almost to the wall, sat Ranveer Sahni , the guy Radhika had a history with.

The one who was a practically a wallflower until Radhika brought him to the limelight with her proposal. 

                          Tall, lanky with muscles protruding beneath all the layers of clothing. Black hair, fair complexion and coffee brown eyes. Safe to say he had the face to be next king of Bollywood.Once upon a time they were the ultimate couple.

               Unbreakable. Though Radhika approached Ranveer, he loved her back and everyone knew about it. However they broke up abruptly and surprisingly neither of them seemed affected nor agreed to talk about it.

After days of asking everyone gave up and passed an unsaid resolution, never to ask what happened between Radhika and Ranveer. Seeing Radhika looking pale Ranveer could sense the tension emitting from her.

As she went up on stage he felt her worries increasing and he made a decision to ask his friend ask her why she was tensed. He listened to what her speech was. He knew she spoke well. He also knew exactly what was going on in her mind.

Ranveer Sahni
Hmmmm..... very well, love. You look stunning and are speaking beautifully. I am so proud of you. I know you are scared out of your pants but I love your courage to go up there and speak.

My mind is racing with thoughts. I cant take my eyes of Rads, even though our controversial Principal can see me clearly among the whole crowd. Clearly Radhika is not enjoying this. I know how much she want to raise her middle digits and shout 'fuck you St. Mary High I hate you.' She is forced for it. Hope she finishes it without throwing up. All of them hated our guts. Hell yeah. Screw you all. They have given us too much pain for us to be grateful.

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A/N

Hey guys this is the first chapter that I edited. I added more details to the prologue. Anyways I am looking for an editor to help me with the rest of the story. So please...

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Also I would give all of you a little Bollywood trivia little along this book.

Bollywood Trivia 1- Deepika Padukone the actress playing Radhika is actually the ex-girlfriend of Ranbir Kapoor playing Ranveer.
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