Part2-
"Lalalalalala, lalalalala, lalalalala,sing the happy song." Rizwan chanted under his breath.
"Can you stop singing that damn song?" Zain muttered under his breath.
"What? I like smurfs!" Rizwan whispered.
"Clearly." Zain said dryly.
The door to their classroom was knocked upon.
60 heads turned to the door.
Professor Victor sighed and summoned someone to come in.
Zain was sitting on his chair, listening to his prof. droning about the market risks and his friend singing the damn irritating song.
But he went on full alert mode as he saw her walking through his classroom doors.
"Hey guys, I am here to make an announcement. As you all know, Malhar has to be hosted by us Xaverites and it is going to be held in the month of august. So it is the humble request of Xaviers to contribute whatever you can to this prestigious fest.
For the post of Organisers, contact Zubair Qureshi, SYBCom-A.
For Security, contact Abhay Jhirwal,TYBMS-A
For Volunteering,contact Madhuri Verma, Bsc- second year.
These three are the main workforce that has many spots to be filled in.
You guys should be aware of the ECC.. you Have to complete 60 hours of extra curicullar anyway. So please sign up.
Thank you sir."
she nodded and walked away.
"Wait, what's her name?" He whispered to Rizwan.
"Dunno dude" he muttered and started singing again as Prof. Victor started droning.
Sighing, he resumed the posting of resting his head against the desk.
He had completed his 60 hours of EC last Malhar.
Guess he has to take part again, doesn't he?
"Lalalalalala,lalalala, lala lal-Ow."
He snickered as he knew, Shweta must have kicked him from behind.
His guess came correct when she whispered-
"Shut the f**k up,Malik."
***
"Damn, there is no signal in my cell."
"Like you dont know for the past one year- there are jammers!"
"I know Shweta darling, but"
"I am not your darling Malik."
"Why do you insist on resisting my charms?"
"Cause you have the face of a pig's posterior."
Zain choked on his coke and came up, spluttering and laughing.
"Nice one" he said to Shweta, hi-fiving her.
"I don't know what that means, but I am going to take it as a compliment."
Zain rolled his eyes as his thoughts shifted to her once again.
"Hi."
He snapped out of his thoughts as he heard her voice.
He looked around to see her standing at their table.
"Hi Aliya." Shweta said.
She smiled at Rizwan and Zain.
"Guys ye Aliya hai, meri nayi padosi" Zain's heart grew light. He knew where she lived.
"And Aliya, yeh Zain hai." she gave him a smile.
"Aur yeh Malik."
"Hello." She muttered.
"Baitho na, aaj jagah khali hai cause Monica aur Nikhil nai aye hai."
She sat down obligingly.
"So, how was your first week at college?" Shweta asked.
"Aah, she was new here. That is why he did not know her name.
"It was amazing Shwe."
He looked at Shweta, searching for some anger, but surprisingly, did not find any.
"Hold on hold on." Rizwan said, before Aliya could continue.
"Shwe?" He asked Shweta.
He watched Aliya's brow furrow.
"Well, yeah. Her name is Shweta right?"
"Yes. It is. But she-"
"Ow." said Zain as he felt Shweta kick him instead of Rizwan.
Three pairs of eyes were staring at him, one apologetic, one uncaring as if it is normal for him to say 'OW' in middle of a conversation and one extremely beautiful ones in confusion.
"Kya hua?" She asked him in a soft voice.
"Kuch nai." He said, his eyes watering.
"Rizwan chalo, Aliya ke liye kuch laate hai."
"I dont wanna get up darling."
Shweta twisted his ear.
"Really, I dont want anything." Said Aliya, alarmed.
"But I want to eat." Said Shweta.
Aliya eyed her plate of Pav-Bhaji.
"Something other than Pav-Bhaji."
And she dragged Rizwan away, whispering furiously and hitting him ocassionally.
"Don't worry. It is their routine, their friendly dose of abuse." He said, as he saw her watching them with concern in her eyes.
"Are you sure?" She said turning to him.
He suddenly found himself tounge tied, so he just nodded, trying to look wise.
"Ok, if you say so." She said, smiling at him unsurely.
"I say so." He said, while cursing himself to be so stupid.
"So." He said with an effort.
"Which course are you doing?"
"I am doing BMM, SY."
"Interesting. So are you an aspiring journalist?"
He asked in a reporter like manner.
She laughed and he admired her laugh.
"Yeah. Something like thay. What are you doing?"
"I am in my SYBMS."
"Oh, what made you choose management?"
"My dad's business mostly." He said darkly.
He was thankful for her asking who his dad was.
"Which college are you from?"
"LSRCC."
"The LSRCC?*"
"Yeah."
"Wow. That must have been incredibly tuff to get into."
"Yeah, it was. I missed my JC life because of it."
"Well, wow. So why Xaivers?"
"Because-"
"Aliya, ye lo,coke for you."
"No thanks Shwe." She said.
Was that relief that he detected on her face?
He saw Rizwan raise an eyebrow.
He kicked him now.
"Ow!" He whispered, clutching his leg.
Aliya raised an eyebrow but did not comment.
"I have to go now. My break is almost over now."
"Yeah,okay, bye babe."
Rizwan was staring at Shweta in disbelief now.
Aliya smiled at them and walked away.
"Babe, Shwe?" Rizwan spluttered.
"Yeah." She shrugged her shoulders, acting nonchalant and walked away.
"What is wrong with her? First that chick calling her Shwe and now her calling that chick babe."
Zain shrugged,his mind still on Aliya. But he had an inkling of why Shweta did not oppose.
"Aur tu saale.!"
Zain looked at him while he finished his coke and grabbed Aliya's.
"Laat kyun mara kutte! Aur voh mera hai." He said snatching the coke from his hands.
"Maan kar raha tha." Zain retroted.
"Aur voh tera kaise hua?"
"Maine 12 rupaye diye the. Mera hi hua na?"
"Shit" Zain muttered as he remembered that he owed her 10 bucks.
"Toilet ja."
Zain looked at Rizwan,confused.
"Kya? Shit bola tune."
He laughed at his own joke and hi-fived himself.
Zain just shook his head and smiled a little.
He will just have to make do living in her debt till the next time he met her.
Somehow, he was eager to see her again.
Excited too.
***
*LSRCC- Ladies Shri Ram College of Commerce.
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