Your comments are really forcing me to update this FF!😆 Can't believe I'm back with another one!😆 A new character will be introduced in this chapter! :D Hope ya like her! :P
I'll see ya at the bottom (If y'all make it to there! but I've got to say, the last part is fun!)
Lots of love,
Sanju
Chapter 5 - Enemies for Life
"I swear," She thought, "If I ever spot that man again, he's goin' DOWN. And that's a promise." She whacked her hand on the bench, making herself a not-so-silent promise to get revenge. Suddenly, from somewhere behind her, Khushi heard the sound of laughter. She whisked around, feeling a sudden urgency to chop the person into tiny bits. Her eyes narrowed as she scanned the woman in front of her. She had dressing style. Purple frock. Hands hidden with bright bracelets. Hair tied back into a tight ponytail. And barely any makeup. She liked that. "Mind if I have a seat?" She asked, motioning towards the bench. Khushi stared at her for a brief moment before shrugging. "I don't own it, so I guess!" The woman grinned, seating herself opposite her. She spilled the pile of books that she had been carrying across the table and picked one up. Physics. "Eww." Khushi said, making a face, to which the woman looked up. "It's physics." She added, faking nausea. The girl laughed. "I know what you mean. I hate the class too." Khushi raised her eyebrows, leaving her sore arm momentarily. "Then why did you take it in the first place?"
She shrugged. "Parents want me to go into engineering." Khushi shook her head. "But you don't want to?" The woman shook her head. "Nope. I was always interested in fashion designing. But I guess that's what you get when you're born into such a well-to-do family." She said, sighing. Khushi frowned, confused. "My dad is an engineer. So was his father." She added. "If my parents had had a son, they would have made him do engineering. But, as I'm the only child in the family... I get to be the scapegoat here!" She said, laughing. "Oh my god, I'm so stupid! I almost forgot to ask you your name!" She smiled, adding, "Hi, I'm Lavanya. Lavanya Kashyap."
"Khushi Kumari Gupta." She said, smiling. At last, someone who seemed half normal...
"By the way, if you don't mind my asking, Kiski khoon karne ki baat ho rahi thi? (who's murder planning was taking place?) Should I be worried?" Asked Lavanya, feigning nervousness. Khushi laughed. "Oh that! Don't worry, you're not in any danger. It's this guy I met this morning. Totally Akdoo. Dimaag kharab. He's ABSOLUTELY crazy! And his ego! OH EM GEE! Stupid loser." She declared, her voice increasing a few decibels with each word. Lavanya laughed. "Really?! Aww! That sucks! You're a first year too, aren't you?!" Khushi nodded, with a pout. "But don't worry, it only gets better from here!"
Khushi sighed. "Honestly speaking, I hope you're right. Because as of now, I'm really hating college life... and a particular person that I wouldn't hesitate to kill if he ever dared to come in front of me." Lavanya shook her head. "You're crazy Khushi!"
Khushi grinned. "Oye, yaar, abhi tho tune mere rang dekhe hi kahan hai?! Jab dekhogi, believe nahi karogi! (You haven't seen my true colours yet! But when you see them, you won't believe them!)" Lavanya raised her eyebrows, playfully. "Now I really think I should be scared of you!"
It had taken less than 5 minutes for the two girls to become friends. Another 5 minutes and they had exhausted all the possible college gossip that could exist for the first day of school. If it hadn't been for the sound of the bell, signaling the commencement of period 2, they might have continued talking for much longer. Unfortunately, it rang. And it was time to face the unfaceable (if that's even a word.) Sighing, Khushi Kumari Gupta pulled out her timetable (dare I say for the first time that morning). She had already skipped one class. Her sister would definately murder her if she missed another one. Sighing, she lifted up the manilla paper in her hands, not wanting to think about the prospect of school.
"History. I have history now." Said Khushi, eyes wandering off the paper and towards the college. She swallowed nervously. She had 10 minutes. Only 10 minutes to convince herself that it was time to start working her brain, to figure out WHERE THE HECK the history section was in this... enourmous HOGWARTS of a college...and to get to her proper class. Great. That was totally enough time.
"Hey! The History Hall is right next to where my class is! I'll walk you over!" Volunteered Lavanya. Khushi sighed, feeling grateful to have found this angel amidst the entire college of devils. "Thanks! That would be great." She said, breathing a sigh of relief. She stepped away from the benches, regretfully, and slowly bent to pick up her bag. "Someone's eager to get to class, I see!" Laughed Lavanya, sarcastically. "I know, right?" Answered Khushi, responding with the same laugh. "But I think you'll like History. Satchell's your prof right?" Lavanya asked her, to which she nodded. "Yeah, you'll like him! He's pretty easy going and you'll never get less than a 90 in his class."
"He's a pretty easy marker then?" Khushi asked, hopefully. Lavanya shook her head. " Naww, he's just too lazy. If you write more than two paragraphs on any response, he won't bother reading the entire thing. So if history's not your thing, stick to paragraphs!" Advised Lavanya. "Now, lets go! We're both going to be late if you don't get a move on!" She said, pulling Khushi along with her.
The history room was stereotypical to say the least. A world map, hanging on the wall with a globe on the professor's desk. An enormous blackboard with messy scribbles. Pictures of famous leaders and battles. Khushi winced. How boring. She certainly hoped that Lavanya was right about her professor. She wasn't exactly...er... smart when it came to school, you see.
With Lavanya's pushiness, Khushi had been one of the first to enter the classroom. She was now sitting in the seat, furthest away from the front, awkwardly ducking her head away from her professor, who was currently leaning back against his chair, lightly sipping his coffee. She looked at the two others who were in the same boat as her. Both girls. Definately nerdy. Why else would they walk into the class a whole 7 minutes before it was supposed to begin?? No use making friends with them. Khushi thought. One nerdy sister was enough. Besides. It was her first year in college. And she wanted to make sure her reputation remained high and mighty. So she looked away from them, and pulled out her cell phone from her back pocket instead. It was an emergency phone. Given to her by her over-paranoid mother. Texting had not been included in the plan. Yet, Khushi's fingers roamed over the black keys of her phone, as she pretended to type. She knew from personal experience that it was the best thing to do in any situation that was even nearly awkward. It practically screamed, "Hey! I'm not a loner without friends, I just choose to sit here all by myself!"
Thankfully, her agony did not last for much longer. The bell rang, just as the final group of students walked in. Khushi gazed at them. She wasn't exactly getting a pleasant feeling from them. Most of the girls were glued to the boys, and even from a distance, Khushi could see the flirting and jealousy taking place. She rolled her eyes. People these days.
"Alrighty class!" Interrupted the prof, suddenly. Khushi turned towards him. Well, Lavanya was right about the lazy part! Even after the class had started, he sat, laid back, on his chair with his legs propped up on the table in front of him. "Time for introductions! Who's up for the name game?!" Khushi's mouth dropped open. Seriously?! The NAME GAME?! I played that when I was, like, 6! Thought Khushi, rolling her eyes. She sunk down, lower into her seat, to avoid being noticed. "I'm Mr. Satchell." He started. "Who's going next? Introduce yourself and tell us...erm...do something stupid... something you wouldn't normally do. It'll help us get comfortable with each other."
Khushi turned around, eyeing everyone's reactions. NO WAYS she was going to play THIS game. Suddenly, she froze. She saw HIM. HE was in this class. Sitting all the way across the room in the furthest seat from the professor's desk. The events of the morning raced into her mind. How he had grabbed her arm. His eyes. His anger. Subconsciously, her fingers fell on her sore arm. Time for Revenge. She thought, a slow smirk spreading across her lips. Without wasting a moment, she raised her hand. "Sir," She began mischievously, watching his reaction all the while, "I think we should start from the other end of the room. We have some very eager candidates over that side!" She said, grinning. Lucky for her, the professor shrugged. "Fine with me. You -" he paused, taking a look at HIM. "Aah! Who wouldn't know you, Mr. Raizada?!" He added. Khushi looked at the teacher, confused. What was going on here? "Failed the course thrice and back again for a fourth attempt, I see!" Khushi's eyes widened. He had FAILED?! THRICE?! And then, it happened. She couldn't help it. She snorted, quickly covering her lips. Her entire body shook with laughter and she could practically feel the Raizada's eyes boring through her skin.
"Sure sir." He said, giving her the death glare as he stood up. "I'm Arnav." He walked over to the professor's desk. "Sir, I'm going to need to borrow your coffee cup to do the stupidity part." He pulled it off his desk, gazing at the liquid within for a moment before walking away... RIGHT TO KHUSHI'S DESK.
Khushi's eyes widened in horror as she realized what he was about to do. "No." She whispered. "Don't do it Raizada." His grin widened. Slowly opening the lid of the mug, he dumped the entire thing onto her head. Khushi screamed. The hot liquid seemed to burn through her very skin. Suddenly, the sting on her arm from the morning seemed nothing compared to now. It was like she had suddenly been dunked into a pool of hot lava. She stood up, dropping her books half-hazardly as she rushed out of the classroom.
As she left the room, she could hear the faint sound of shouting. The professor was yelling. At him. At Arnav. If it weren't for her burning skin and the humiliation she felt (which, to some extent was worse than the burn) she would have been rejoicing. But she wasn't.
And suddenly, the message was clear to her. If he angered her, she would anger him two fold. If she hurt him, he would hurt her ten times more. If she hated him, well then, he hated her more. She had gained a rival for life.
--End--
Alrighty guys! So that was the update for today! I know, it probably wasn't as fun as yesterday's update... but this was a necessary chapter. There will be some characters other than Arnav and Khushi that will play vital roles. Lavanya is one of them and I really needed to introduce her properly. Sorry for the bore! But there is a lot more ArHi nok jhok coming!!! :D
Predictions are more than welcome!!!!
Once again, please no tamatars!😳 I did try my best to make a boring chapter slightly more interesting with some comic element! Do tell me what you would like to see in the future maybe, with Arnav and Khushi?
Lots of love,
Sanju!
Edited by -Sanjana- - 13 years ago
Thanks for letting me know! :D
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