What are these scars on your body? How did you get them?" Came a question from someone.
A girl in a red top and blue jeans turned around looking at the source of the voice.
Looking around her eyes stopped on the person asking the question.
"These scars are the badges of my fight. Scars of pride and signs of my striving. Reminders of not taking anything for granted. These scars are my battle wounds and I am proud to wear them." Came her reply in a calm and calculated voice.
The calmness in her tone hid the storm of her heart very well. Eyes burning with an old rage, she was a dream of any other person.
"Arohi 'c'mon it's time for registration." Somebody shouted. The girl turned to find a tall boy, with muscles trained daily in the gym peeping out from his black t-shirt. His hair is messy and scattered about, still a charming smile permanent on his face.
"Coming Abhi...." Arohi replied and walked towards him. Hugging each other in a tight embrace, Abhi or Abhimanyu Singh slowly whispered, "Congratulations Munchkin!" In Arohi's ears. Breaking a bit from the highest Arohi looked in his eyes and smiled.
Then the two were off towards a kiosk set in a corner.
"Team name?"
"Rebel Angels" replied a boy, to be specific enough, Arjun Daga, adjusting his specs.
"Team Mentor?"
"Vidyut Chauhan" he replied again to the one who was filling the form.
"Team members?"
"8. Just like the rule states" replied Axel, a foreign student who came to India recently.
"Names?"
"Abhimanyu Singh, Riddhi Dutta, Piya Rai, Siddhant Rai, Axel Williams, Arjun Daga Rahul Raichand, Arohi."
"Team Captain?"
"Arohi"
"Wasn't it someone named Abhimanyu?" The man asked.
"He was. Now Arohi is." Came the cocky reply from Riddhi.
"Arohi, Arohi what?" The man questioned.
"Arohi. Just plain and simple Arohi." Came the voice of Arohi.
The man looked up from the laptop and eyed Arohi intently.
"You are the captain. Is it sure?" He asked curiously.
"Yes. Any doubts?" She replied confidently.
"You know you are the first ever female captain in this competition?"
"Yes." Was her short but effective reply.
"Good. You are already making a record." He said moving his gaze back to the laptop.
"I am not here to make record, I am here to stay, to live , and to make a history." She said submitting the remaining documents, thus completing the process of competing internationally.
Hence began a new chapter and a new story for someone.
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Drafts Of Her Heartbeat
De TodoHe made a face that said he was confused at the name of my title. "The thing with draft is always associated with unsent notes, but here the draft was different. The draft that I gained from the accident proved to be the one I always craved for in m...
