<font size="3" face="Calibri">Hi Everyone! This my ArSh imagination! Hopefully you enjoy it!
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Where is this professor?" said Muskaan. "Muskaan he's not a professor, he's an assistant professor" she replied. "What does it matter? It's the same thing!" Muskaan replied with a bit of anger. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> See even though Shilpa was a nice, caring, hard working girl, she did have one little problem, and that was her undying need to correct everyone. Needless to say even her closest friends would get annoyed but like all good friends they learned to deal with it. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Where is he?" Muskaan asked again. "Well if he's teaching at law school he's probably like 50! So give him some time to walk up those stairs" Shilpa said and the two girls started giggling. "Shilpa please don't make laugh, you know what happens when I start laughing!" "Yeah you lose all control and all sanity!" Both continued to laugh. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Yo!" came a voice from behind them and both girls turned. There was a cute boy sitting right behind them, "yes" said Muskaan. "Let's try and keep it down shall we" he said. Muskaan was about to make a move but like always Shilpa stopped her. "Sorry" said Shilpa. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> You see like Shilpa, Muskaan too had a bit of problem. Her problem was uncontrollable rage! </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Shi.." Muskaan was about to speak but Shilpa stopped her with a "let it go, remember we worked on this, just count to ten." Muskaan turned and looked the other way. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> Ten minutes had passed and still there was no sign of the professor, oh sorry, professor's assistant. The entire class was getting a bit frustrated, the once silent room was now full of chatter. "Lets listen to music" "Please Shilpa I don't want to listen to your stupid hindi songs" Muskaan replied in frustration. "Ughhh fine be like that" Shilpa too turned the other way with her headphones in. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> Muskaan and Shilpa had been friends since forever, but its hard to see why. Shilpa was a diehard Bollywood fan but Muskaan was the opposite. Muskaan was an adventure freak where Shilpa was the quiet and shy type of girl. Maybe it was because they were the only two Indian girls in a Canadian school. Maybe it was because Shilpa's father's store was the only Indian store in Toronto and so the two girls had met frequently. Well maybe it was that when Shilpa lost her mother at the age of 10 Muskaan's mother filled the gap. And so Shilpa soon became so close to Muskaan's mother that it was only natural for her to get close to Muskaan. Whatever it was both girls were glad that they were best friends even though right now they were sitting with their backs to each other. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Okay fine, but I'm only listening to Aaaj Ki Raat" Muskaan finally caved. "I knew it!" said Shilpa with a smile on her face. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Where the hell is this teacher!" said the boy again. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Ummm can we please try and keep it down!" replied an annoyed Muskaan. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "Muskaan, forget it" said Shilpa but this time even she turned back and gave the boy a dirty look. He replied with equal hate in his looks. </font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> "This is why I hate old and stuck up Law School professors, they think they can do whatever they want, I mean fine you're intelligent, fine you're rich, fine you worked hard but this is not acceptable! We have paid so much money to be here and......" "Shut up!" Muskaan stopped Shilpa midway through her rant.</font>
<font size="3" face="Calibri"> The door knob turned and soon the door opened. There he was. Shilpa's heart dropped! He was the most gorgeous man she had ever seen! She immediately grabbed Muskaan's hand who didn't seem to think the same and her eyes were glued to the hooded figure that had just entered.
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