Heylo peeps! Back with an update of this FF! :) Do read and comment! I think you'll have fun reading this chappy! 😳 I'll see you at the bottom!😃YOLO! (no idea where that came from! 😆 Bear with my madness pls!)
Love,
Sanju
Chapter 3: Hate at First Sight? 😕
The college looked as if it had been taken directly out of the Harry Potter series. And seeing the tall towers looming over her, Khushi was sure she wasn't far from passing out. The first thing she noticed as she wandered her way in was the enormous length of the grounds. It seemed as if you could walk on forever and ever and never find an end. Directly in the centre, surrounded by patches of grass was a fountain, made of delicate marble. On the very top of it, was a marble statue of Cupid, aiming his bow and arrow (which were both a few sizes too large for him) at students on the opposute side. And of course, a school as picturesque as this, couldn't be without a few gargoyles. Two enormous dog-like statues were seated, on all four paws, guarding the front entrance of the school.
Khushi's mouth was wide open. I was on Earth this morning when I woke up, wasn't I? She thought, bewildered. Suddenly, she began to feel uncomfortable. Out of place. Here she was, dressed up looking like a complete rockstar and there this college was. Imagine Taylor Swift at Hogwarts. Yep. Out of place had to be an understatement. She swallowed. "Jiji... are you sure we're at the right place?" She bit her lip, crossing her fingers that maybe the answer would be a no. "Lag tho aisa nahi raha hai... (It doesn't seem like it)," Came the mumbled reply. All of a sudden, Khushi felt sorry for her sister. If she was Taylor Swift, then her jiji was nothing less than Lata Mangeshkar at Hogwarts. "Jiji... I think we should go home. Hai na?"
She didn't get a chance to hear a reply. At that very moment, SHE walked up. Whoever SHE was, Khushi didn't like the looks of it. Style wise, she looked like Khushi. White tank top with a black leather jacket on top. Black lipstick. With a silver lipring. Black eyeshadow. Khushi's eyes trailed downwards. Black skinny jeans. And oh! What do you know? Black sneakers! Boy, that wasn't to be expected AT ALL, now was it.
"Newbies huh?" Khushi was shaken from her thoughts by the obnoxious voice of the woman in front of her. She blew a pink bubble, popping it in Khushi's face before continuing. Khushi bit her lip to avoid saying something she might regret later. The woman's eyes landed on Payal, scanning her fully. At last, she smirked. "Wow! So Seeta and Geeta make their entry into Xavior's? Now this is really something! Looky here, girls!" She said, grinning as she motioned for her friends to follow her lead. Payal's face was red. She looked away, feeling completely embarrassed. Khushi squeezed her sister's hand. "Hmm... and who might you be?" She murmured, thoughtfully. "Oh! Sorry! I forgot! I don't talk to characterless losers like you. But I WILL do you the favour of answering your question! Yes, we are new here! But from the looks of it, this college is desperately in need of Khushi Kumari Gupta. Remember the name, buddy. Because I'm not going to let you forget it. Let's go Jiji."
Somewhere on the other side of the college grounds, Arnav, Shyam and NK all stood in silent admiration of the stormy girl that had just entered their college. "Woaaah... pinch me dude..." Murmured Nk, seemingly lost in thought. "Ye ladki nahi... maal hai, maal. (She's not a girl... she's an item)." Shyam rolled his eyes, and grinned as he pinched his friend harder than necessary. "Stop it. You don't call any girl an item. Especially not a self-respecting one like her." Arnav shook his head, waving away Shyam's logic. "I'm with NK here. She's a real bomb dude. I don't think any girl in this college has EVER had the guts to mess with my girlfriend."
Yes, you read it right. Sheena Rathod, the woman who was now number one on Khushi's hit list (and vice versa) was indeed Arnav's girlfriend. "Woah. I need to get to know this girl better." He added, making a mental note to speak to her later. "Nuh-uh! Not her buddy!" Interrupted Shyam. "You need to get to know her sister better. Remember the bet? Yeah, well that's the girl!" Arnav nearly choked on his own spit. "What the...? That girl?! But she's not even MINUTELY attractive! How am I supposed to pretend that I love her??!"
Nk laughed, raising his eyebrows, "Remind me again, who got the highest mark in drama last year? It couldn't be anyone by the name of Arnav, could it?" All he received in response was a hard glare from the one and only. "No WAYS guys. I'm not doing that. I have a rep to protect." Shyam sighed, shaking his head. "True. But if you DON'T go after that girl, then you're going to have to admit that you lost the bet. And just think about your precious reputation when that happens. Arnav Singh. The one man in the college who has never refused a dare...who has never lost a bet...he's gonna lose this one? And that too to his friends? Truly, it's sad."
Arnav groaned. "C'mon guys! I'm ready to make ANYONE my girlfriend... but HER... COME ON... NO WAYS. I'm NOT doing that."
"Then admit that you lost the bet!" Shrugged Shyam. "And I won't bother you anymore about it!"
"Never." Stated Arnav, defiantly.
"Well then, you don't have another option!" Smirked Shyam, giving Nk a high five.
"Come on guys, I'm begging you! Can't you just choose another girl??!"
Shyam furrowed his brows. "What is it with you? What's wrong with this girl!? She's as middle class as it gets!" He paused, thoughtfully. "Or...is it because you're scared of her sister?"
Arnav flailed his arms, exhasperated. "You know what? I give up. I'll do it. I'll make that...whatever-her-name-is girl fall in love with me. Then maybe you'll believe once and for all, that I can make ANY girl fall in love with me. And that I'm NOT scared of her stupid sister."
Shyam nodded. "Well then, you better get going! You have 1 month!"
Arnav clenched his fists, feeling his rage escalating to altogether new levels. He would win this bet at any cost. Saying so, he slung his leather jacket over his shoulders and walked towards the basketball court.
What the hell do they think of themselves? He thought, fury in his eyes. The ball bounced below his waist, quicker and quicker. Without even having to think, he did a smooth layup and tossed the ball into the net. I can't believe this. Out of the thousands of people in this college, they choose HER. The one who'll probably take a week just to look me straight in the eye. He did a rapid crossover dribble of the ball and shoved it efficiently through the hoop. How dare they say that I, ARNAV SINGH RAIZADA don't have any options?! How could they take control of me like that?! With a quick wraparound and some dribbles, he did another layup and shot the ball into the net. Somewhere in the distance, he heard a bell ringing, signaling the starting of class. He wasn't going. I can't believe that I actually BEGGED in front of them to change the girl. When did I get so desperate??!
He was just about to shoot another goal when he heard someone clapping behind him. Pausing momentarily, he turned. And when he did so, he couldn't help but stand staring. It was the same girl. The one who had insulted his girlfriend. And lived. "Not bad, you're a pretty good player! With some practice, you'd almost be as good as me!"
Arnav clenched his teeth. Another one? Come on. Wasn't giving up in front of his friends enough of an insult for one day??! "Excuse me?" He asked. She nodded. "Care for a game?"
He grunted. "Is that a challenge."
"You could consider it one."
"Shouldn't you be in class?" He asked curiously. She shrugged. "Skipping one class never killed anyone. Besides, I could ask you the same question."
"No one dares to ask me questions." He answered.
"Accha...? (really?)" She murmured, mustering the most sickly sweet voice she possessed. "Kyun? Tum yahaan ke maalik ho? (Why, do you own this place?)" When she didn't receive a response to her question, she walked towards him, removing her heels in the process. "Alrighty then, let me be the first to ask you one. Shouldn't you be in class right now?"
He was astounded. And angry to say the least. With another glare, he basketed the ball. "1 to nothing. Better try hard if you're planning to win this one babe."
Her mouth dropped open. "But that's not fair! I never knew we started!" He glared. "Ab invitation doon, kya? (Do I have to give you an invitation?)" Without another word, Khushi rushed towards him, barefooted. She smirked. "Pehli baar Khushi Kumari Gupta se takkar kha rahe ho. Zara bachke rehna. (You're facing Khushi Kumari Gupta for the first time. You better watch out)" And saying so, she effortlessly stole the ball from him, dribbling it all the way down to her half of the court and basketted it from midway.
"I think the score is now 1 to 1?" She said, mischievously. Arnav stood staring at the girl in front of him. Girl? She was only a girl from the face. But her attitute closely resembled his own. Creepy. He thought. But no way was he going to let this tom-boy girl win this game. He had had enough of defeat for one day.
-- End --
😆😆 Can't tell you how much fun I had, writing this chapter! Actually, I didn't want to end it here! But suspense tho banta hai na, boss?😉 So tells tells, who do you think is going to win this BBall match?!😳 Predictions challoo karo behnon (aur bhayion, but I doubt any boys read this Fan fic!)
Lots of love to all! Mwuuuahh!!!
-Sanju
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