Matchmakers

IX. Well , It's Again

"Oh God , for the goodness' sake , Please lift the call Aryan...... please. I need you now man , please lift it."

A baffled Ranbir couldn't stop moaning over the mood he was stuck in. Literally , like nothing , a girl popped up infront of him and gave a tight back - lash.
Though he tried to upfront her, but WE know what had happened to him at that moment . He was least bothered about being wrong or being accused for idling , rather pranking .

His flirty and sweet words which everyone liked, seemed absolutely nothing to THIS girl , SHE did not pay any heed to him. This somewhat hurted him , maybe!

He's somewhat hurt about losing a petty punt . The guy , who's always been privileged to win , today lost , lost to a girl . But what's there to be a girl or a boy , losing from an opposite gender didn't really hurt him , rather the way he lose his punt did .
Girls have always loved him , but she?

"What ! Swit..ch...it's switched off, man , you weren't picking up the call and now ! "

Ranbir couldn't stop his tongue-lashing and if by chance Aryan was to pop-up , he would have got his ears bleeding at the moment now , for sure !

Concluding with a smirk Ranbir declared ,"Huh! After all, we live in the same home and ultimately travel in the same car . At the end of the day , we both would be together.
I won't leave you."

Saying so he went out of the canteen with heavy steps and a really very heavy heart.

Amidst the bunch of cloudy thoughts he carried , he searched for the
Arts Block. So strange !
Books have never been attractive to him.
Sweaty men and fresh dewy grass was all which pleased him.

"There it is , ugh! Now where's the class."

This least interested man finally found the block. The campus wasn't less than a maze and spotting his corner in this huge campus was out of his stock.

" Ahhh! Yes ." a quiver of triumph ran through him , he read out aloud and spoke to himself in his style ,
" Bu-si-ness Ma-nage-ment , common class , welcome me into your bo-ri-ng world ."

The way sunflowers bend their tops towards the sun , the girls of the class had their necks at the nintieth angle . Swooning over the most desirable man , present right now at the moment for them.

The man entered the room with his usual flair.But this time , he was in a loose end to flirt or gesture any lady at the moment.
All thanks to the Girl in Yellow.

The girl in yellow has already given him the day's attack. Making him go crazy. He was rejected , after all! Painful to gulp .

Again repeating , he isn't gloomed up due to losing from a girl but losing from impressing a girl . Get it ?
But lest did he know that the girl he is talking about - Is not any regular girl , but someone who's going to be..............well secrets closed , It won't reveal so soon.

He went through the aisle , ignoring every approaching eye. He could find few girls signing him the seat beside them. Poor they!
Ranbir didn't render his sight , queer to his natural way . Again , all because of 'her'.

Straight he went to the last bench, avoiding the numerous gazes he was recieving by then. Ofcourse his mood was off . This self-obsessed man would have loved the attention given at the moment .

The fellows were waiting for their lecturer . He didn't care what class it was or who was going to come.
He was least bothered about his first day now. He did notice a plump ,
short- statured man with a bald , whose he made fun of silently within himself at the moment , enter the room from the other end of the class .
The last hour of the day went away like the snap of Thanos.
Lucky he was!