Chapter 1.
I'm so tired of this long day! Really! What are these people playing at? Seriously? We have to prepare a presentation on the whole giant topic of "Jane Austen's Life, Work and Love" in a week?! A paltry seven days' time to finish, polish and present a topic which has taken literary researchers decades, even centuries?! Well, I can't do anything. It's my senior year after all. And I've to do it to get good grades. I've to get a good job, because apparently I -- Sanjana Suryavanshi commonly known as Sanju, am to damn poor to get along for even a couple of days without the support of my over-the top rich parents, who by the way, have withdrawn their oh-so helpful hands on learning that I was going to opt English Literature. Just pure awesome! Thankfully, I wasn't that stupid, so I got a scholarship to my college. But that won't help me at all if I don't manage to get a job, will it? So, I just gotta do it. No other option baby...
With a heavy heart, a salivating mouth and a grumbling tummy at the lost prospect of gupchup that evening, I set out to the nearby internet cafe, with a Rs.20 clutched in my hand. As expected, the cafe was full of guys downloading porn covertly. Hah! As if they can be so stealthy, with the constant looking over their shoulders, smacking their lips and making odd sounds. Really, guys had no control whatsoever. Here I am, walking down the narrow passage between the two rows of computers, with complete dedication etched on my sincere face, and here are these 'Fifty-Shades loving' desperate guys. What a stark difference between our personalities! Anyway, I finally find an engaged, moldy looking computer, just beside a guy hunched over a stack of papers typing furiously onto the keyboard. I'm kind of curious about this exception to the human male species. But, I've to get on with my work. I can't waste my time wondering about exceptions to all cases.
After an hour's of religious searching, data collection and letting of my Rs.20, I finally walk towards my hostel. But I just can't help but notice Mr. Exception barreling towards me, like a charging bull. Before I can even utter a note of surprise, I'm shoved rather rudely and unceremoniously out of the way. Ouch! It really hurts when you fall on the hard ground, with a muscular ( though handsome) guy pinning you to the dirty road. i turned my head sideways and saw a bull charging through the place I'd just been standing in. What a surprise. I'll have to be careful with my similes from now on, as they tends to happen.
After getting a lot of sorry from his side, and a few thank you from my side, we finally get to know each others names. This dark, handsome knight in Armour has an equally royal name--Anant Chandravanshi. We exchanged numbers, of course. But It's not like I like him, ok? It's plain gratitude. plus, he seemed a studious guy. Above all, he seemed to have a good nature, and that is mighty rare dude. Anyway, I think he'll be good friend. I'm so not gonna explain how he looks, it'll just undermine his rugged handsomeness. Just imagine a light dark rough expanse on a beautiful sunset. No delicate flowers swaying with the wind, no green grass covering the grounds. Just plain beauty, like Earth showing off its beauty, its strength. His dark eyes so deep, his hair so dark, his skin golden brown, lashes fanning his cheeks, eyebrows raised in question, sometimes crunched in worry... Well, don't think that I'm in love! I'm just brushing up my literary skills, see how poetic I've become!
I've been thinking about him since I reached my room. Shall I call him? No. That'll seem foolish. But I don't seem to have much friends. Just one. And that too, she's going away forever in two days time. It's her marriage. Most of the Arts students are married by the time they reach their last year. Hence, my empty room. No, I won't call him. Let him do so. After all, he was the one who asked my number first. Well, I wait and wait and wait..finally I text him a joke. Let's see what happens...
