"MUMMMYYYYY....! Aapne mujhe uthaya kyu nhi? " Shouted Shreyanvi at her mother who was being late for the first day in her new school.
"Accha ji! Maine nhi uthaya! Khud to Kumbhkaran ke tarah so rhi thi. Maine kitni bar awaz lgaya par aap rani sahiba to ghode bechke so rhi thi. Mummy 10 min or kar-kar ke adha ghanta to ese hi bita diya. Aur ab mummy ki galti ho gyi." Taunted Meenakshi, Shreyanvi's mother while preparing breakfast.
"Accha thike meri galti hai. Ab Khush.
Ab jaldi se mere braids bana dijiye please." Said Shreyanvi while seeking help from her mother.
"Jaa jaakar Aadrika ko bol tere braids banane ke liye. Mai khana bana rhi hu. Agar tere braids banaye to khana late me banega aur tu or bhi jyada late ho jaayegi. " Said Meenakshi while still engrossed in her cooking.
"Par mummy! Aadu dii abhi bhi so rhi hain. Agar mene unko uthaya to woh mujhe jaan se mar dengi. Aap hi banado braids. Mai school ke canteen se kha loongi. " Said Shreyanvi making her mother agree at her words.
Soon after, getting herself ready, Shreyanvi went out of her house for school. She always had been late for school. But she was hoping not to get late atleast for her first day at new school but ended up being late. After some time, she arrived at school gate and began to take a glimpse of her new school.
"I hope atleast not to get late for the school but ended up being late." I said to myself while walking down the road to school.
Hey wait! I didn't introduce myself to you. I am Shreyanvi Malhotra, the youngest child of my family. You all be wondering about my new school. Well I have changed my school from Pune to Mumbai due to sudden job transfer of my father. I come from a middle class and I have seen my family struggling for money. Therefore I never asked my parents for anything out of necessity
Leaving all this side I am feeling very excited along with being tensed and nervous. Why wouldn't I be? It's my first day at the very prestigious school of Mumbai. My father worked very hard to get me in this school for the best results in studies.
After walking for almost 15 minutes, I found myself at the entrance of the school. I was actually shocked looking at the school building. It was much larger than my previous school. Well I have seen it's picture on internet but still it didn't stop to make my jaw drop.
✨School's Aesthetic✨
While I was completely immersed in admiring the school's beauty I felt a sudden strong hit on my shoulder which made me fall on the ground. When I opened my eyes, which I had closed before falling down, I saw a boy with whom I have collided. The boy turned around and made an eye contact with me for some time.
Well not to lie the boy had a unique charm on his face which I didn't see in others. His amber eyes were enough to forget the reality around you. His sharp jaw made him look even more handsome. He was in a sports jersey and was holding a basketball in one hand and was sweating profusely which looked like he had returned from a match.
The boy then again turned around and broke the eye contact bringing me to reality from the chain of my thoughts.
Waittt!!!! He didn't help me from getting up. Well leave this he even didn't say sorry to me.
Well I was also not satisfied with his behavior. So I called him. But I don't know his name. What should I call him..? Let's try by saying whatever comes to my mind.
"O HELLO MISTER! " I shouted loud enough to be audible to him but he didn't listen to me.
"HEY BASKETBALL MAN!" Still he didn't look back.
"HEY XY CHROMOSOME!" This time I shouted at top of my lungs which made almost everyone present there hear it.
Losing all my patience, I let my intrusive thoughts win. Huhhh!!
Finally he turned back and starts to come towards me. But why am I feeling nervous? His eyes are making me feel something different.
"What did you call me?" He asked while keeping his face straight and making me break my eye contact with him.
"WHAT DID YOU CALL ME? " He asked again a little louder as I didn't answer at the first time.
"Well I didn't mean to call you that but you were not looking back when I called for two times." I said while he was still glaring me.
"Why? Am I that much handsome that you were calling me so that you can admire my beauty." He said with a smirk.
O Goddd!!! This boy... Has he lost his mind somewhere? What kind of question is he asking?
"Excuse me mister! Ye tumhari galat fehmi hai. Maine tumhe yahan isliye bulaya hai taki tum mujhe sorry keh sako. Otherwise I don't have keen interest in talking to boys like you."
I said to him while him still smirking.
"Mai tumhe sorry kyu bolunga?" He asked with a sense of curiosity in his words.
"Well! Tumne mujhe abhi yahan pe giraya or na tumne sorry bola na hi meri uthne me madad ki. Ese hi chale gye. Isliye ab tumhe sorry bolna padega." I said while being proud of myself that I am making him being sorry to me
Well that was too much! I never talked to any stranger for that much time while me being an introvert.
I don't know what caused me talk more to that guy.
"Main tumhe sorry nhi bolunga. Galti tumhari hai. Idhar udhar dekhkar kon chalta hai? Or mai tumhe uthne ke liye kyu madad kroo? Tum khud nhi uth skti ho kya? Chhoti Bachhi ho kya?" He said with his tone dripping with taunt.
Ooo Goddd!!! Instead of saying sorry he is just creating a drama. This guy is certainly getting on my nerves.
"Jitna bhashan de chooke ho na tum abhi tak isse badhiya ek shabd ka sorry bol dete. Mera time bach jaata." I said with frustration in my voice.
"To madam aap yahan se chali jaayie kyuki mai tumhe sorry nhi bolne wala. Isse tumhara bhi time bachega Or mera bhi. " After saying this he went back fuming more fuel into my anger.
"Khadoos Kahin ka! " I muttered under my breath while my voice filled with anger and frustration.
My goal is to bring my reader to a world full of fiction. A world where they forget all their harsh reality. A world where they are free to imagine anything. So I look forward to entertain my readers and make them happy through my work. ✨
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