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"I have not the pleasure of understanding you."
Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Jeevika glared at her younger sister.
Manvi attempted to look repentant, but failed miserably, too eager for the details on Jeevika's date.
Jeevika gave in, "It was...okay."
Manvi groaned loudly, "Okay? Just okay? Did he hold your hand? Did you-"
"No, we just went for the movie and that was it," she shrugged.
"You got home like three hours ago!"
"I fell asleep in the park!" Jeevika rolled her eyes, "I went for a walk, remember? And because you forgot to give me the keys, I was forced to climb the tree in broad daylight!" she pulled Manvi's ear and her sister winced.
"Sorry, sorry...but, really, that was all?"
"That was all," Jeevika said firmly. She refrained from mentioning the very attractive guy who'd caught her when she fell. He was her secret for now.
She got up from the bed, grimacing slightly. Her ankle was killing her.
"Di? What happened?" Manvi asked sharply.
"It's nothing, I think I just twisted it a bit." When she climbed across to the balcony.
Manvi shook her head, "You probably sprained it," she checked her ankle, "Yep, there's a nasty looking bruise. Really, Di? You were just going to go on with your day and not do anything about this? Sit down and I'll get some Neosporin and gauze."
Jeevika sat back on her bed, ruefully. How could one night could be so eventful?
Viren sneezed.
His aunt fussed over him anxiously with Tylenol and a glass of water, "You're going straight to bed!"
"Badi Maa-" he began, but she cut him off.
"No! Your first day at UofT is only in a few days. I don't want you getting there late because you're down with a fever or something."
"It's just a little cold." Really, the woman treated him the same way she did when he was five.
"I don't care, I'm not going to risk it. Go on, off to bed."
Viren morosely went back to his room, Virat smirking behind him, "Does wittle Viwen need a huggy too?"
"You're incorrigible sometimes," Viren glowered at him.
"Just sometimes? You flatter me."
"I really do," he sighed, lying back on his bed, sneezing repeatedly.
Virat had his laptop open on his lap, "I checked your email."
"Because privacy is dead," Viren replied sarcastically.
"As I was saying," Virat continued, "You have to go to UofT for a tour today."
"Why the hell do I need a tour?" Viren grumpily blew his nose.
"Because you're in your senior year and they don't want you getting lost or something. Don't ask me. But in a few hours, you need to meet your escort...ooh, escort..."
"Shut. Up."
"Right, well, her name is Jeevika Chaudhary."
Jeevika checked her email on her phone; there was something from one of the university's counsellor.
"Crap."
"What's wrong?" Manvi walked in with the Neosporin and the gauze.
"They've made me a babysitter," she handed her phone to Manvi.
Her sister scanned the email briefly, "Well, it's not like you can go."
"How can I not go? It's in a few hours, they can't find a replacement so easily."
"Well, then it's their fault for not giving your closer notice."
"They probably sent me an email earlier and I didn't check it," she sighed.
"I'll go, instead," Manvi shrugged, beginning to tie the gauze.
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, hell, why not, it'll give me a chance to get to know the Vadhera boy."
"Your oath against Indian men?"
"Some promises are meant to be broken."
"Badi Maa isn't going to let me leave," Viren said.
"I'll go, instead," Virat decided.
"You're going to pose as me?" Viren looked doubtful.
"I know, they'll figure out it's a scam as soon as I walk in. I'm the better looking one, after all."
"Clearly," Viren replied, amused, "But, you're not even taking the same courses as me."
"So what? It's more of a general tour. I want to look around, flirt with some cute girls, teachers..."
"Alright, I get the point. Sure, go for it, I don't care-" Viren sneezed loudly, "Just make sure you don't go under my name, unless it's to your escort."
Virat grinned evilly, "But, Bhai, where's the fun in that?"
"Dress more maturely," Jeevika advised.
"No miniskirt?"
"Not unless you want him checking out your legs instead of the school."
"I don't mind," Manvi grinned cheekily.
"Manvi..."
"Okay, okay," she pulled out a pair of white jeans, "This pair?"
"Sure, and the pink polo."
Manvi held up the Ralph Lauren polo making a face, "I love the logo...not the style."
"You're supposed to be classy, making a good impression in front of Ms. DelRosso, when you tell her I'm sick and you've come to take my place."
"I don't think clothes are going to make me look good in front of that witch. She hates me."
"Well, you did ask her if she was pregnant in front of the entire class, when she wasn't."
"How was that my fault? I just thought it was a little suspicious that her stomach looked larger of late."
"It's called putting on weight."
"I wouldn't know," Manvi smirked, indicating her thin, angular body.
"Just because you were blessed with a fast metabolism doesn't mean everyone else was," Jeevika sighed.
"Look who's talking! You're slim and curvy in all the right places."
She waved away the unexpected compliment, "You need a filter on your mouth sometimes. You always end up getting into trouble and dragging me into it."
"That's not true, you drag yourself into it."
"You're my baby sister, how can I not?"
Manvi dropped a kiss on her sister's cheek, "And you're a sweetheart of an older sister."
Manvi entered the university's main office and checked in with the counsellor, Ms. DelRosso, explaining Jeevika's absence before taking a seat.
It wasn't long before the boy she'd met only a day prior, walked in, with his windswept, unruly thick hair that had annoyed her so and that ever-constant smirk on his mouth. So, this was Viren Vadhera.
He glanced at her and his face lit up with arrogant delight, "Well, if it isn't Minnie Mouse!"
Cocky bas***d.
He checked her out slowly; she looked even better in person, although he missed the miniskirt. So, this was Jeevika Chaudhary.
Time to start the tour.
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