*Somewhere in year 2001*
"Beta, jaldi se apna bag lekar niche aa jao. Papa car me intezar Kar rahe Hai humara."
A woman in her mid thirties entered her daughter's room and started packing her bag.
"Nahi maa, mujhe nahi jana. Hume 2 months hi to hue hai yahan aa kar." The daughter pouted and sat on her bed.
"Adu beta zid nahi karte. I promise Delhi me bhi tumhe bohot sare new friends milenge. Aur mei tum dono ko yahan akela chhod ke to nahi ja sakta."
Adu's father said as he entered the room and sat next to her on the bed and patting on her back.
"Ok papa."
Aditi was 10 when her family had shifted to Ahmedabad because of her fathers business. They seem to have been doing that often in these couple of years. And now they were doing it again, shifting to Delhi just in 2 months. She was always good at studies so moving to different cities didn't affect that. But she could see things, unnatural things, people. She could never tell if the person she's seeing is real or not.
They got in their family car with their luggage and her father started the car. Aditi was watching the passing trees and houses when she saw him, messed up hair, dirty clothes, standing over another boy lying on the ground. The exact moment she saw him, he saw her too. He left that other boys shirt collar immediately and Aditi retracted back into her seat as the car drove ahead.
*15 minutes back*
Shivani was walking back home from the stationary store when someone called her from behind.
"Ae Shivani..!"
As she was turning around, the voice continued,
"Tu lagti Hai naani!" Damn that song! Damn that movie and damn this person!
Shivani turned around completely to see it was her classmate Girish who was now making faces at her while continuously singing that line. Shivani saw red, she hated that Girish and today he had crossed the line, he was going to die today. Shivani dropped her bag and ran towards Girish. When he saw a angry Shivani coming towards him he ran for his life too. No one wanted to be on the opposite side of shivani's anger.
Shivani was the chatterbox of the class. She never had problem making friends or talking to other people, but she was short tempered. She would get mad at the smallest things very quickly.
Girish tripped on a stone while running and fell down, Shivani took the opportunity to catch him. She was about to hit him when someone pulled her back. She whirled her clenched fist at the person who was holding her back.
It was vikrant, shivani's neighbor, classmate and best friend. They were very much alike, except she was the aggressive one while he was always calm and calculated. He was only 15 but he had his mind set on joining IPS.
"Chhodo mujhe vicky! Aaj to mei is Girish ke bacche ko jinda nahi chhodungi!" Shivani shouted trying to free herself.
"Are ruko to! Gussa to humesha tumhari naak pe rehta Hai. Isbar Kya Kiya Hai isne ye to batao." Vikrant said freeing Shivani. Meanwhile Girish got up from the ground.
"Iski himmat kaise hui mujhe chidhane ki? Aaj to Mei.. saala, k*tta, kamina, fa.." Shivani leapt at Girish and vikrant stepped in between.
"Are ruk! Teri maa ne kabhi saabun se Tera mooh nahi dhoya Kya? Kitni gaaliyan deti Hai."
Shivani told him the entire incident while glaring daggers at Girish. She expected vikrant to side with her but instead he started laughing,
"To galat Kya kaha isne? Tu lagti hi naani jaisi hai" vikrant put an arm around Girish's shoulder and he started laughing too.
Shivani got even more mad and stomped off from there. As vikrant saw her turn around, he tightened his grip around Girish's neck and turned his face towards Girish,
"Abey oye, single pasli. Wo meri friend hai aur use sirf mei chhida sakta hu tu nahi."
"Abey jaa, jaa.. Mei nahi darta tujhse..." Only if Girish knew.
*Next day at school*
Shivani was still mad at vikrant for deceiving her yesterday, but then she saw Girish in the cafeteria and a huge smile was plastered on her face.
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4. I had a stupid idea of turning this into an ff BUT pt. 2 exists.
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