Revenge of Brothers Grimm [Ch 14 pg61] Aug 22 - Page 5

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Revenge of Brothers Grimm ' Chapter 2

There are few clubs in the college that hosts this saga '

A.M.M.Y - Armaan's Majestic Machismo for You...

This idiotic acronym was Nikki's idea. Most of the female population of the student body excluding Riddhima is a member of this club. The club meets every third Wednesday at three in the afternoon at third floor girls' bathroom at building number three, which is the administrative block of the college. Unfortunately, the club even had a few guys who hero worshiped Armaan. The initial name of the club was A.M.Y and when many ladies pointed out that it sobered Armaan's manliness, Nikki took it upon herself to come up with the club's new name. And that was when A.M.M.Y was formed. She was on a high when she came to know that the club name and Armaan's nick name turned out to be the same. The club's activities were to read through the walls and address any anti-Armaan issues/gossips that were going around. Muskaan was also a member of this club much to Riddhima's annoyance. When she promised Riddhima that she will be acting as a spy, Riddhima had perked up. Nikki was not happy with Muskaan in the club. But it was a know fact that Armaan had a soft spot for Muskaan and was often seen gently teasing her which bordered on flirting. So basically during the club timings, girls fawned, cooed and gushed about Armaan.

A.A.B ' Anti Armaan Brigade

Already mentioned in Intro chapter. They and A.M.M.Y are arch nemesis.

Apart from these there are clubs for Chess, Math, Literature, Astronomy, poetry but in this tale, they are pretty much useless.

Chapter 2: Hitchhiking from one broken heart to next ' Opening the third eye

It rarely happened to her. No. It never happened to her. She was annoyed with herself and her best friends were trying very hard not to laugh. And then they arrived at cross roads. She pointedly looked ahead clearly communicating her intentions of ditching them to hang out here and there and she preferred going to the library instead. They waved a good bye to her which she returned. She kept her head down and walked towards the library building.

"I hear that you went on a journey into the outer space during last period. Find anything interesting during your expedition?" It was him, of course. Spawn of the Satan himself. Perhaps Satan wanted a break from meanness which was predominant in hell so he banished it from hell which unfortunately landed in this city, in this college, which was called by the name "Armaan". The reason for his mockery did have a solid truth behind it. Just once in her entire career as a student, she had spaced off and the professor had caught that. The bright student, the girl-who-knew-what-she-wanted-to-be-when-she-was-six-years-old, Riddhima "I-will-banish-Armaan's-ass-back-to-hell" Gupta had fallen asleep in the class. She glared at him.

"It was alright I guess", she replied airily avoiding his bait for a heated argument. It was fun to argue with him and curtailing his ego but it was much better when she refused to take the bait. He would be fully frustrated in a matter of minutes.

"Come on Riddhima. Aren't you going to tell me Riddhima?"

"Oh, nothing great I suppose. Just tired and somewhere along the lecture, I zonked out", she replied as if she was talking to a passerby.

"Do you want me to give you a backrub, Riddhima? I am very good at it Riddhima. It will soothe your back muscles Riddhima." He moved real close to her.

"No. Stay.Away.From.Me" She intensified her glare.

"I don't know why you are always so hostile with me, Riddhima. Is it because I said something in the past Riddhima? Or have you heard any rumors about me Riddhima? I swear Riddhima that they are all big hoax. Riddhima?" He looked at her in a pleading way.

"Stop it. Stop it. Stop it." She balled her fists as if she was getting ready to punch something or someone. Probably his face.

"Stop what Riddhima? What do you want Riddhima? Tell me, Riddhima." He asked her.

Stop punctuating every sentence with my name moron", she hissed. He laughed. So she had noticed.

"Do you need anything apart from annoying me?" She asked him, hands on her hips, eyes glazing. She was a peaceful creature and she would like to think that she had a great tolerance when it came to patience but with a glance, a look and word, Armaan made her lose her cool.

"Will you give me whatever I ask for?" He asked her smirking and waggling her eyebrows? Her face twisted in disgust.

"What the heck do you mean?" She seethed.

"Huh? Why are you blowing off your top? I meant your notes for the last lecture, of course. What do you I think I meant'ohh'eww Riddhima, did you take my words as some sort of innuendo where in I was simply trying to be a good student? Nice one perv."

She lost it. She swiped her arm to smack his head but there was just a whoosh of air. He was standing a couple of feet away from her, laughing. She stomped off towards stairs and starting climbing two at a time. He followed her.

"Leave me alone Armaan. How can your attitude not annoy you? Here I am talking to you only for the last couple of and its already driving me batty." She spoke with genuine curiosity.

"What do you mean..." She cut him off.

"See that's what I am talking about. When you start speaking how can it not annoy you?"

He glared at her. She had now slowed down her pace and was walking jovially. When there were no words from him, she spoke again.

"I see that you are irritated with my floccinaucinihilipilification of your attitude." He ignored her looked around as if he was searching for someone.

"I don't see humpty-dumpty or your stalker for that matter." Humpty and Dumpty were Atul and Muskaan. Stalker, she guessed was Rahul.

"They are in a class with Tweedledumb and Tweedledumb-er." She replied sweetly. Armaan looked pensive.

"Who is who?" He asked her with genuine curiousness.

"Does it make a difference?" She retorted

"I guess not." He shrugged carelessly.

"Why are you here in this part of the campus anyway?" She asked him.

"Today is friendship day." She knew that.

"So?"

"I am Armaan." He said as if it explained every conundrum.

"I know your ego is so big that you can have a conversation with it, but I still don't get the point." He rolled his eyes.

"There are many people looking for me to give me card or band or something or the other. Nikki has been screeching ' 'Armaan let us be BFF's' every time I am in ten feet radius and waving a neon pink friendship band in her hand." He retorted flatly. She burst out laughing.

"That would make a real nice entry on the wall of girl's toilet." The words were out even before she could screen them through her brain. She cursed herself for letting her guard down and hoped that Armaan had not heard it. By the look on his face, she was sure that she was in for more teasing and taunting and perhaps even blackmail.

Let's take a break here to explain you commoners as to what this is all about. The girls' toilet on the third floor of the administrative building is the main archive of the ongoing gossips. It also the place where the next meeting of A.M.M.Y is decided and this is also the place on the walls of which important statistics such as ' who is dating who, top five male eye-candy, cutest professor in college, nasty messages to girls who are current girlfriends of their ex, status of bitch wars, love messages to Armaan etc were all very well documented. It was considered to be blasphemy to even think about anything that doesn't wear a skirt. And now she had idiotically blurted out in front of the man who was the main reason for the girls to branch out to building of arts. If the word got out, then she would have the entire female student body to hunt for her blood.

"Really Riddhima? You would do that to little ol' me?" He was mocking her. She was however surprised that he hadn't stooped to the level of blackmail. May be he was just waiting for the right time to spring it on her.

"Let.It.Go." She said through clenched teeth. He just shrugged flashing her lazy grin. She just shook her head to untangle the nerves that got automatically knotted in his presence. As she started walking away from him, she found that her wrist was trapped in his hands and he was easing in a green rubber bracelet to her left wrist. She was shocked at his audacity.

"Peace. Save Earth. Go Green." He gave her a toothy grin and before she could respond he started backing down the staircase. When he was down one level, he called out.

"I have not forgotten the girls' toilet thing you know. I am letting you off the hook because I have places to be." She spluttered and foamed around her mouth but he laughed at her expression cheerfully. She turned down so fast that it could have given him a whiplash if he was in her vicinity.

"Oh and Riddhima?" He called. She just stopped but didn't turn around.

"Happy friendship day." He laughed merrily and walked away whistling an old tune.

She looked at the green bracelet and thought that she should sell it to one of the members of A.M.M.Y club with which she and her friends can have a nice day out. But she thought otherwise. It could be used as a good object to invoke jealousy.

Armaan, sweetheart, retribution from Riddhima is brutal.

~S

(You know the drill)