Chapter 1

Anokhi was riding her cycle lost in her thoughts, when out of nowhere came and banged making her fall on the ground, “You Miss Anokhi Bhalla.”

Anokhi just couldn’t believe her ears. She can’t supposedly hear that voice again in her life. Was she hallucinating? “Miss Kapurthala Express, you still are that gawar bimbo. This is not your private road now get up.” He honked again.

No, she was not hallucinating. That cocky attitude can only belong to Mr Shaurya F*cking Sabharwal. She turned towards him angrily with her trademark eyebrow rise.  

Shaurya smirked looking at Anokhi, nothing has changed he thought she is just the same as she was, with too much attitude and ego. “What the hell were you thinking riding your do pahiya? Nothing has changed, neither you and nor your daydreaming. You are still that clumsy girl that you used to be back then.

Anokhi picked her bike up and purposely parked hit in front of Shaurya car blocking his way further. “Mind your tongue SS. Even I can see that nothing has changed. Neither your shit face nor your inflated ego. You are as egoistic as you were in college. Bade baap ke nalayak beta. I can’t believe that I have to see your face today out of all day. Iss better koi billi rasta kaat ta mera. It is you, who is trying to enter through the pedestrian way, not me. Kamse kam thoda pad liya hota collage mein to yeh naubat nahi. I can't believe you can't read a simple pedestrian sign up there”, she pointed towards the hoarding mockingly.

“Do you even know how much does that tail light cost?” he said pointing at his black BMW. “Wait. How can you know? Shayad Kapurthala gaon main koi BMW use hi nahi karta hai.” He said removing his sunshades. 

“I think your father given you loads of money to afford a broken headlight glass. If you can afford that car, you can surely afford its light.”

He quoted with his hands before saying “LOL. Trust me babe, I don’t expect you to pay, you cannot afford.” 

“You are right Mr Shaurya, I cannot afford it” she uttered clenching her teeth. “You can afford everything except Me. As I said, nothing has changed. You are still trying to hit on me as you did before…remember?”

****FLASHBACK****

She punched him on his nose, probably breaking it.

“Mr Shaurya Sabharwal, you think I am a fool? Do you think I don’t know your intentions? Haha! You just want to be on the bed with me, you bloody womaniser.”

Shaurya rolled on the bed in pain in Anokhi’s room at the girl’s hostel.

“Because of some STUPID bet with your non-sense friends you tried to sleep around with me to prove you can bed any damn woman? NO WAYS Mr Sabharwal, I am not any women and now you have the proof of it. Just get lost otherwise I will make sure your wife regrets your impotency.”

“I will see you, you B*T*H.”

“Dream on Bloody casanova...f**king a**.”

****FLASHBACK ENDS****

“You were not worth nor you are now. Many are dying to be with me. You were never an option Anokhi Bhalla, don’t think so highly about yourself.”

“Grapes are always sour you know SS, you bloody tried no matter how much you deny. I can still see that tiny scar on your nose. It doesn't haunt you forever whenever you look at your shit face in the mirror.” Anokhi stepped back, “Let me think…” she tapped her finger against her chin being dramatic. “Mr Shaurya Sabharwal, the biggest tycoon of the county, wanted to sleep with a middle-class girl and then, News Flash, he got hit on his nose because he is an ass, and then the girl rejected him. Tsk Tsk, what a tagline, amazing right?” she clapped.

“Close that potty mouth of yours, Miss Ano…”

“I know my name, dude, you still like it so much.”

“Like my foot Anokhi.”

“Aww, then why do you keep using it so much since college days Mr Sabharwal?”

“You are the most annoying person on the earth Anokhi and you know that. And trust me my hatred for you has no bounds.” He flashed his perfect white teeth in front of her.”

The security interrupted their conversation, “What is going on here?...arrey Mr Sabharwal” the security smiled. Shaurya dusted his coat looking at the security. “Any problem?” he looked at Anokhi up and down making her feel inferior. 

“Mr Dulal, this woman banged my car with her bike.”

“Oh really? Security Ji, he is the owner who entered in the pedestrian pathway.”

“Aap chup rahiye madam.” The security ignored Anokhi making her jaw fall.

“Please inform the police right now and ask them to take her along with them. I would like to launch a complaint against her for banging my car and then harassing me on the road.

“You must be kidding Mr Sabharwal, meye tuccha nari aapko hara skar sakti hoon bhala?” Anokhi mocked.

“Aap mere saath ayiye. Abhi.” The security ordered Anokhi.

“But..”

“You will not like if I force you, Madam.”

Shaurya came near her and said, “Don’t mess with me Anokhi Bhalla. Remember this when you plan to mess next time. Until then…” he mock saluted her putting his shades on. He got up in the car, screeched his tires and drove off blowing dirt on her face.

“To hell”, cough! Cough!, “with you” cough! “a*sh*le”

After an hour

“Samajta kya hai apne aap ko...president of India?” Anokhi said grumpily while coming out from the police station. She dug her hand inside her bag to check her phone. “Shit, I have so many missed calls from Kanchan Di. She must be waiting for me for more than an hour now. I would have made it on time unless that shit face…grrr”

Anokhi called Kanchan and apologize for being late. “It's okay Anokhi Ji, we can meet up tomorrow if it’s okay with you. And how is uncle Ji?”

“He is fine Kanchan Ji, thank you for asking. I will bring all my reports tomorrow. It’s all normal but since you wanted to double-check.”

“Okay Anokhi Ji, See you tomorrow.”