Chapter 4

Batool Imran

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Khushi Kumari Gupta, walked away from the library, as fast as she could, to escape the terror she was trying to overcome. Fury, was taking over her at an immeasurable rate, and hadn't it been for her newly made, friend Vivek, she was not far from the point of breaking a passer bys head, and unleashing her anger on them.

HIM. She said through gritted teeth, Arnav Singh Raizada, he had done what had never happened, what she had always made sure would never have happened from her side, he had let that happened, and just to think she had just met him. At the back of her mind, several thoughts rushed to her regarding the rest of the year, with that horrible creature. If the start was this bad, how would she ever be able to tolerate him all year?

TOLERATE. Right. TOLERATE. Why did she have to tolerate in the first place? No. A glint of madness could be seen in her eyes, one of pure vengeance a highly non forgiving nature. She wasn't tolerating at all, so what if she was a girl, if that feminine body of hers, and physical weakness, was giving away the boldness in her, mistaking him to think of how he could control her, then he was so danm wrong. Nope. She was Khushi Kumari Gupta, and unlike other girls of her age, and batch, she knew how to fight the wrong, and of course to take the bestest revenge in that regard, one that would show to the other, that for every Tit there was Tat present.

"Khushi, are you sure you are okay?" Vivek asked her concerned. For the little time he knew her, of course that was just merrily hours, he hadn't had the slightest hint of her getting so mad with anger, losing her composed self in a matter of minutes, and taking over as an angry bull.

"I am fine, thank you for caring so much but I don't need it" she replied back rudely, forming a semi circular circumference boundary on Vivek's face. He stayed quiet for the rest of the few minutes that they walked together, thinking hard to himself, of ways to cheer her up. Making her forget her fury was not easy, not when she was hyper ventilating and the burning desire of seeking revenge was brewing up in her. Two ways to make her anger run away, either to let her know that it was no big deal, ya right that was impossible, or either ignite that fire of revenge in her and let her take it, for those hard feelings to go away.

By the time, they were back to their class, Khushi was only partly over her anger, and had already decided over her next move. While, Vivek went over to his desk quietly, and collected his things for the Computer Lab as Khushi just watched him silently, realization striking her, of the ruthless way she had earlier treated him with. They all were right, when they said, a person forgets everything in anger, and that is just what had happened with her. The poor guy, had asked her out of concern, and she had replied him back with poison. From the time she had entered this class, he had stood by her, when nobody here knew her, through everything, and this is what she gives him for his kindness?

"Vivek",keeping a hand on his shoulder. Hearing her call out his name, he turned around, leaving all other work that he was doing to listen to her.

"Oh yeah Khushi, what it is it? You know, just fetch your Computer laboratory things, and come upstairs to the lab, we have a Computer Studies period." Vivek told her, trying to avoid the uncomfortable situation they were soon to escape into. Two possibilities, that he could draw from the way she had called, either it was a sorry coming his way, or a 'mind your own business' warning.

"Alright, I am coming, but before that can we just talk",she asked him, her entire face turning red with guilt.

"Erm, yaah okay."

"Okay, I am sorry. I really am, I didn't mean to be so rude to you, in fact I appreciate it the way you are taking care of me and letting me feel comfortable. It's not everyone who would do that, but you sure are doing it and that is the best part about you from what I know about you so far."

"Khushi, its alright, you don't need to be sorry, I can perfectly understand, when people are angry, they say things without thinking." he replied back with a smile on his face, that made Khushi relax a bit, and increase the esteem she had for him previously to rise.

"Just because you are my friend now, I did like you to know, something about me, when I am angry, I am angry, and I vent it out on people I love, so yeah if I vent out my anger on you, just take it in, as soon as it comes it would go away even sooner" she informed him modestly, trying her best to stop blushing so hard. She hadn't met people so caring before, and it was only amazing that the first time she had met him an instant feeling of fondness had grown in her, instead of feelings of creep, like for Raizada.

"I am perfectly cool with that, you can vent out your anger on me, I don't mind. You know what I do, when I am angry, I punch the living hell out of punching bag",he told her winking as he did, making her smile.

"In that case I'd love to have you as my punching bag; you never know you might 'literally' be the punching bag",she laughed out loud, along with him, the two high fiving each other on just the most random thing ever. It was a good start for a new relationship, and equal feelings of likeness and trust had developed on either side, along with that inner feeling, that this journey together, would be splendid if they were together.

"We should be going to the computer lab now, or Sir Cheema, is gong to throw us out"

"You go ahead, I am coming in a few minutes" Khushi said, a smirk on her face, she had more important things to do before going to the computer lab. He had dared to trigger the devil in her, she couldn't do much about it now, fine, if that is what he wanted, to be treated the hard way than that is what she would give, the hard way. That fury, that had moments ago vanished came back again, as Vivek walked out of the class a bit confused at the smile on her face, he knew she had something in her mind by the look of her expressions, but it was useless to probe the matter right now, he might be wrong, and besides they had only met recently, he didn't want to predict her actions so early. As Vivek departed Khushi was now alone, thinking hard to herself, plotting her plan carefully in her head which only in minutes she had to put into action.

She walked in shaking with anger, a huge stack of papers in her hand, which were apparently pretty dirty by now, with Vivek by her side carrying half of them, her face red as a tomatoe,, eyes steaming with anger, and frustration all over her face. Hadn't it been for school, she was sure she held enough power to break his head, how could anybody just simply be so ruthless? Urgh. Even thinking about him made her all the more angry, her hands quivering a bit, eyes narrowed allowing minimum light inside, and jaw clenched.

"Ms.Khushi Gupta, you do know this is school property, and not your personal stuff, that you can kick around?" Ms. Nighat burst out on Khushi, in an extremely angry manner, seeing large shoe prints on her notes, stamped in the most disgusting manner, letting the words on the paper hardly decipherable.

"Mam, actually, a boy knocked her down, and he stepped on them too, so the papers got..dirty" Vivek told the librarian defensively, trying his best to calm her, and make her understand that Khushi was hardly at fault.

"Did I tell you to talk? She's got a tongue I suppose, a pretty fine one, she can talk, you need not guard her" Ms.Nighat replied back, taking Khushi by surprise, however Vivek did not pose much expression, as he well of course knew the librarian and her fierce nature.

"Mam, he's right, its not my fault, its that boys fault who knocked me down" Khushi told the fuming lady with utter confidence, when it wasn't her fault, why listen?

"Oh yes pretty lady, of course, it's not your fault, it's my fault who gave you the papers thinking you'd take care of them. How wrong I was, girls are always careless. If you don't mind lady who is this smart boy who had you to the ground?" the librarian said, sarcasm pouring out of her words like a water flowing out from a overly filled measuring cylinder.

Khushi was totally taken aback by Ms.Nighat's sarcastic tone, and in her head she was trying to connect her previous librarians with her. What diversity, they each held, well at least they knew how to talk, this one seemed straight out of a detention cell, her hard tone, her weird ways, and the way she just didn't want to listen, was a shock for Khushi.

"Arnav Singh Raizada". She said the name, with such venom that actually made the librarian wonder herself, if this girl was plotting against her favorite student or something. Right, he was her favorite student, and with that description, poor Khushi was not going to get to anywhere.

"Impossible. Arnav can never do something of that sort, especially not to those notes, he needed those notes himself" Ms.Nighat said with such confidence, that Khushi just wanted to bang her head to the wall. Okay, so he had fans all over the school, what more was this boy bringing her way?

Seeing that sheer look of favorable nature, on the librarians face, she knew it was useless arguing with her, and convincing her of the fact that Arnav had actually knocked her down. He seemed to be some favorite of her's, and one which she could believe anything wrong about, like an ideal student or something. Besides, he had no idea she was carrying the very notes that he needed, was this lady crazy or something? No shards of logic could be found in her, at the rate she was thinking, she would be stuck as a librarian for life. Fuming in anger, under almost swallowed words, she hopelessly said sorry to the teacher, and walked straight out, without giving another look back.

As the memory of the past event came back to her head, it caused her to immediately sulk, spoiling her beautiful features that looked pretty vicious at the moment. For the first time in her life, a teacher had scolded her, scolded her. Scolded was still acceptable, if she would have done something, but she was hardly at fault, it was that ape Raizada, who was responsible for all this, and instead of him getting the listening, the librarian was supporting him. If the librarian hadn't said anything to it, fine, he would still have to pay for his mistake, her way this time.

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Saloni and her two friends, strolled in the school, ground, checking their nails, hiding on the sight of a teacher, and then back again when the teacher was out of sight. Her two best friends, Richa and Nimisha, walked behind her carrying her things, which was nothing of what would be with a school girl, instead it was a gaudy purse overflowing with cosmetic of all brands, and a straighter, for who knows God what she used. Of course, it was to straighten her danm curly hair but then she could only do that, when the class was out, and since she was bunking a period, their were hardly another electric sockets in any part of the school with the exception of her class.

Her excessively fitted uniform, exposed her badly shaped figure, her hair tied up in a high sexy ponytail, with her walking in the most s**tty manner. As the three bimboos, walked the school grounds, they saw Arnav and Karan approach from the other end of the ground, with Arnav carrying huge encyclopedias, and Karan just walking by his side.

"You see that guy, (pointing towards Arnav), I want him."Saloni uttered in a sic-kingly sweet voice, making her two friends eyes go wide with amazement.

"Salo, darling you do know who he is? Anji's brother" Richa, said in a surprised tone, at Saloni's expected choice. He was the brother of the prettiest girl in school, of their toughest competitor; she just couldn't hook up with her brother.

" Ahan, babes I know that. That's why I want him, besides being so danm hot, he's our competitors brother, where would I find a better boyfriends than him?" she replied back in a s**tty tone.

"He doesn't care about girls, Salu, he wont even look at you. And he's out junior, how can you make a junior your boy friend?" Saying this Nimisha, slowly turned her head away, as Saloni gave her a death glare.

"Oh please babes, I have my ways of wooing boys. Just wait and watch".

Saying this she in a s**tty manner, walked towards to where Arnav and Karan, just happened to cross their path, and were merrily inches away from them, when she purposely twisted her leg, and let out of a voice curling 'Ouch' successful in gaining Karan's attention, but Arnav did not flinch. He continued to walk, until he was stopped by Karan who held to his arm, and signaled him to stop.

"What is it?" Arnav said giving an irritated look to Karan, who pointed towards the girl, who was busy helping Saloni. She purposely looked into their direction hoping Arnav would come and help her get up, but little did she know she had meddled with the wrong person.

"Oh please Karan, lets go, those girls are just acting"

"Acting? Nope. She looks seriously hurt."

"So what am I supposed to do? Help her? Why should I? She has those friends of her, let them do it, we should be going".

" But.."Before Karan could protest any further, Arnav was on his way back to the class, and Karan having no choice but to follow, followed him back, and at a distance their ways parted as Karan headed towards the computer lab, while Arnav along with the pile of books, went outwards the classroom, to drop the books to his desk, and then make his way towards, the lab.

The three were only shocked to see such a hoarse reaction, and all of them specially Saloni sulking all over her face, tried to get up from the ground, and brush off the dirt from her dress, only to know that her trick had played against her and she had actually twisted her leg.

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