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Humko Deewana Kar Gayye The FF - Part II

"I wonder why they call this thing Project!" Armaan thought aloud as they entered the caf.

"If you do not know, let me be kind to tell you, that, 'this thing' is has a specific name: Modeling." Shilpa said annoyingly.

"Fine, I was just wondering!" He said ordering two cups of coffee.

"Anyways you have your first assignment in Texas, on June 2^nd, you will be mailed your tickets. You are going on May 30^th." He said as they say with their cup of coffees.

"And why 30^th?" Shilpa asked,smoothly rubbing her index finger around the glass rim.

"It is your first assignment Ms. Sharma, and the company wants it all perfect." He said looking down at the dresses in Porto folio. Shilpa nodded and took a sip.

"So what am I to wear?" She asked interrupting their silence.

"I can't figure." He said pouting, looking back into the pictured. Which made Shilpa smile unvolunteering. "What is you favorite color?"

"Shilpa raised her eyebrows at that/ What kind of idiot-ic question was that?

"Purple?" She said sounding like question.

"Well then you should wear white" He said nodding. Or rather shaking his head back and forth.

"What was the point in askingme my favorite color?" She asked irritated and confused.

"Well, you know, purple is kind of white!" He exclaimed quietly. She looked at him annoyingly. Purple was her favorite color. He had no right to say that.

"Well, you know, red is kind of white too,." She retorted, guessing red might be his color.

"Oh hello! Where on earth does red get hre? Don't u dare to say anything about red!" He said pointing his index finger at her. Shilpa gave a smug smile. 'slam dunk' I thought so!

"Don't you dare say anything about Purple too."

"Fine."

"Fine"

"Whatever"

"Whatever"

"Mind being on time next time."

"Oh Mister! If you have short-term memory loss, let me remind you, Youspilled you early morning starbucks on me." She said. Getting unwanted attention.

She got up and walked to the door with her files. She glared at people staring at her.

"What? Never seen boy-girl fight or what?" She said and pushed the door and went out.

"Never seen Armaan and girl fight before." One of them whispered.

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Shilpa entered her apartment after a long tiring day. She worked at a 7/11 store for eight hours. She had to. After all, how else can a girl take care of herself, with no one to look after her?

Shilpa was not even 5 when her parents died in a plane crash. Her uncle Deepak, had raised her and helped her with all her needs. He even helped her to go to USA, so she could study better. She was a Junior, 16. She got her driving license and had moved here just 2months ago. She did not know much about California. But knew that it was actually, a dream come true place. She wanted to be a fashion designer. But she can pull of modeling better than anything else. And that was what made her model for Malliks last month. It was good though. Better than she thought.

She had not met Armaan, since there "Color Fight." It was kind of funny, and she could laugh badly at it now. But it was too late. She wondered if they will ever even meet again now.

She ordered Pizza and after dinner, went to bed. She had a big day tomorrow.

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'Oh god! It is a big day. Its my first day to school. I have no idea how am I going to handle this, but hope good. You know na, I am really shy and reserved. Please help me make some friends. I dont want to be all alone and out of clique girl. Help me god. Be with me, forever.' She took a deep breath and sighed. She locked her door, and got ready for the day.

"Ok class, it is, as we all know, first day of your school, and fortunately, or unfortunately, I have your first class. I know Physics sucks. But, well, deal with it. Because I am not going to compromise anything!" The professor, Mr. Skall, announced to the class. After a while of lecture he gave them their sits. Shilpa walked over to a group of bench. Four desks were joined in groups. A little while later, another girl came over and sat beside her.

"Hi, I am Muskaan, I heard you name! Indian right?" She asked Shilpa as she sat down beside her.

"Yeah, I am Indian, Nice to meet you." She said smiling back at her.

"I did not expect to meet Indian, But its great, do you speak hindi?" Muskaan asked taking out a brad new journal from her purse.

"Yeah I do, I just moved 2 months ago." She said as Muskaan stared at her wide-eyed. "What, is that wrong?"

"That is so awesome, your english is so good." (I got that alot guys!!!)

"Well, Yeah I use to be in English school, I guess so!"

After a while a guy came over to their desk.

"Hello, Pretty ladies!" He said and sat down on the desk next to Muskaan.

"Hey!" Both girls said in unison.

"I am Rahul by the way." He said grinning.

"nice to meet you Rahul Garewal!" Muskaan said stamping o his feet with her sandles.

"Owww! Muski, Yeh kis liye tha?" He said holding his pained toe.

"For acting too smart, and grinning like a bandar." She said. Rahul pouted and kept quite.

"Thats better", Muskaan smiled.

"Students, is everyone at their place?" The professor asked. Just after a moment the bell rang and everyone rushed out of the class.

"So, what do you have next?" Muskaan asked.

"Umm, I have Trig" Shilpa said looking into her schedule.

"Wow! me too, let me see your schedule." Muskaan said taking the schedule from Shilpa's hand."Wow we have same schedule, thats a history."

Suddenly all the girls rushed towards the Cafe. Shilpa watched confused as Muskaan sighed shaking her head.

"Whats going on?" Shilpa asked to Muskaan.

"It the RockStar." She said.

"Rockstar?"

"Yeah, the one who goes to school here. You dont know him?" She asked confused.

"I guess not!" Shilpa replied sheepishly.

"Come on I will show you." She said and took her to the Cafe door.

"See that? That is him. Armaan Mallik."

Shilpa looked at him and felt as if the Earth has moved away from her feet.

Armaan was THE Armaan Mallik. Armaan Mallik, whom she called all sorts of non-human names. Armaan Mallik who was in the same elevator as her. Armaan Mallik whom she called a *Short term Memory loss* patient. Armaan Mallik, with whom she fought for 'Color'!

This is too cruel to be true.Shilpa thought as she stood their holding onto her binder.

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