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Chapter 4
"Right then, everyone go sit next to your partners and I will give you a sheet with the topic you both need to write the essay about. Remember 10,000 words, no more and no less. You have 5 minutes before lesson ends so you may plan it with them now very briefly. I want it complete by tomorrows lecture. Luckily for you its not until after lunch so you have all day to prepare. " The professor went to his desk, got the sheets and gave one to each person in the pair.
Armaan and Riddhima realised they were still standing whilst everyone was seated, so went to their seats. The professor came round and gave them a sheet each with their topic on it. They were both staring at it yet not reading it. The awkward silence was still present between them, and no one made the effort to make it disappear.
Armaan couldn't take any longer, it was just too quiet, he finally decided to speak up, "I will tell Sir I want to switch partners. So this way I don't need to suffer with you." His voice was even and had no emotion in it; he didn't look at Riddhima once whilst saying all this.
The bell rang and they all got up from their seats. Armaan went to the professor's desk and Riddhima could see them discussing something, and the professor disagreeing with what Armaan was saying and him getting frustrated about it. She guessed he had actually went to talk to the professor about switching partners because the next second she was called over to the desk.
"Right I want you both to listen, everyone has been given a partner not of their choice so the same rule applies to you. I do not care if you have your personal issues between each other, leave it for outside the classroom but whilst you are in my lesson you will do what I say and I say you two are partners. Understood?"
It was hopeless arguing against it anymore since the decision was final. "Yes sir." They both replied simultaneously.
They walked out the classroom and just stared at each other, frowning at the situation they were stuck in. Suddenly Armaan grabbed Riddhima's task sheet of their topic and crossed half of it off. She was too confused to show the shocked side of her, he turned towards her and said,
"You will do this half," pointing to the uncrossed bit of text, "Whilst I will do the other half. This way we both don't need to do it together and it will get the work done. Okay? Can you handle that?"
Riddhima knew he was indirectly insulting her. She narrowed her eyes at him and grabbed the sheet back.
"Yeah I can, don't worry. My work will be done by tomorrow, you can count on that." With that, she turned and headed outside to her friends. Armaan watched her leave and then walked towards his group.
For the rest of the school day they went to different classes as both had a different teacher for the other unit of Psychology which meant they didn't need to see each other thankfully. Armaan was enjoying his peace whilst Riddhima was wishing to go home and leave this hell hole.
Riddhima shut the front door and was about to head up to her room when she heard her sister running towards her calling her name, "Riddhima, how was class today?"
"It was okay, I can't say I liked it cause I didn't. And you can call the University to check if I was actually there since you don't believe me."
"Riddhima I never said I didn-" Anjali was interrupted by Riddhima's malicious tone.
"Oh please, there's no need to lie, we both know you don't trust me to do what you say. That's why you asked me how class was today, right? To see if I could make up a lie quick enough to cover it up? Well sorry to disappoint you but I actually did go to lesson today but only because of my cruel, ruthless sister who threatened to kick me out of my own house. So much for family relations eh?"
Anjali watched her go up to her room and flinched hearing the door shut loudly. Things were never going to change between them, ever. Not if Riddhima keeps behaving like this. Why does she always see the negative side of her actions? Why couldn't she see the caring, worried side of her? The only people she thinks have a good side are her so-called friends, Anjali thought. She hated them, they had made Riddhima like this, it was their entire fault. She knew it was useless yet again to try and talk to Riddhima whilst she was angry so chose to go out for a while and have some fresh air.
Riddhima heard the front door shut and her sister's car zoom off. She was relieved her sister didn't want to continue their conversation. It would end like the others. She decided to do her Psychology essay to clear her mind. As much as she didn't want to do it, she didn't want that Mallik to think he was right in thinking she wouldn't do the essay. Remembering their earlier talk, she quickly rummaged through her bag got out the essay and started working on it. She looked at the first sentence on the task sheet, and only had one thought in her mind, this was going to be a long night.
Only a little bit more, come on Armaan you can do it, stay awake. Armaan was almost done with his essay, and boy was he tired? But he was determined to finish his half, he never leaves a piece of work incomplete and it wasn't going to change now. He had just a couple more sentences and then the conclusion of it all. He hoped Riddhima wouldn't mess their essay up by writing the wrong ideas in to it. he couldn't help but remember the time when he first met Riddhima. It was almost a year ago, he was completely the opposite back then and so was she...
"Yo Armaan! You heard the news?" Armaan who was sitting on his chair with his feet up on the desk facing the back of the classroom amongst some friends whilst kissing his girlfriends neck as she giggled on his lap, turned hearing his name called out. He saw Ian coolly walking towards him with a grin on his face.
"What news?" He asked with a curious tone, it must be important if he has to know.
Ian settled on the desk in front of him, "There's a new girl at our school. Just started today."
Ian smirked at him raising an eyebrow indicating it was something he would want to know. He then pointed to Armaans girlfriend through his eyes, who was frowning at the topic being brought up, trying to explain to him to make her go. Armaan caught on quickly and whispered something in her ear. She frowned more but reluctantly nodded her head and walked out the room.
"What did you say to her?" Ian asked.
"Nothing, just told her to get me a worksheet from a teacher."
"What worksheet? I have the same lessons as you. I never got a worksheet! Shit!"
"Chill dude, I was only lying to get rid of her." Armaan couldn't help but laugh at his poor friends scared face.
"Thank God, you could've said something else you know. You scared the shit out of me."
"Okay sorry man. Anyway back to the main topic, new girl huh? Profile update bro" He liked the topic of girls. It was his favourite subject to learn about, obviously when it didn't involve their emotions and their fantasies of the 'L' word.
"Well she's in our year, dude save the grin for later there's more," Armaan chuckled and gestured him to continue, "Yeah as I was saying, in our year, tall, fair, long silky black hair, green-hazel eyes, has THE figure dude, like wow and apparently is rich too cause her dad is like a doctor or something. She wears okay-ish clothes but nothing you would like cause not much of her body is shown in them," Ian teased him, and shook his head at Armaans proud smirk, "Yeah and that's pretty much it."
"Dude youre forgetting the main thing," Ian looked confused, he was sure he didn't miss out anything that Armaan would want to know. Armaan leaned forward and slowly answered as if he was retarded, "Her name."
"Oh yeah, oops. Something Reedheema I think. But im shocked, Armaan Mallik actually wants to know the name of a girl, "Ian put his hand over his 'O' shaped mouth, "Are you ill? Seriously we can call a doctor if you want."
Armaan punched him on the arm playfully, "Ha-ha very funny. Obviously I need to know the name of this girl if I want to win her over, plus I only want to know the names of really hot chicks. And judging by the profile of her you just gave me, im guessing she wouldn't like it if I didn't know her name."
"Dude, does it matter? You don't even know the name of your own girlfriend."
"But is she as hot as this girl? And the way you describe her, is whatever-her-name like this new girl in appearance or personality wise?"
Ian took some time to think before coming up with an answer. "Point taken. I can't argue with that."
They both laughed at that reply. Armaan lay back against his chair and sighed. "What was her name again?"
"Erm, Reedheema I think. Yeah Reedheema Gupta."
Gupta eh? So probably Indian then, Armaan thought.
"And what classes does she have?"
"Oh youre gonna like this part." Ian grinned at Armaan questioning expression. "It seems that Miss New Girl likes the subject psychology a lot, so decided to take it up in Uni and so..." Ian didn't need to continue further because by the beam realisation spreading upon Armaan face he knew he caught up.
"...Has the same classes as every other Psychology student including me," Armaan finished off for him in a daze. "Oh this is going to be fun; this is going to be very fun." He smirked slyly.
Before he could think more about this topic, the morning bell rang and everyone came in and sat in their seats for tutorial. Ian moved to the seat directly behind Armaan and both faced the front. Their tutor, Mr Roberts, walked with stacks of paper in his hand, and slammed them on desk breathing heavily.
"Good morning students," No one had bothered to reply back, so he logged on to his computer whilst the class chatted with each other, "Aah well, it seems we all have an activity to do this morning. The bulletin states we have to write a review of the University for the School Newspaper. So get on with it. You will each work in pairs. Chop chop"
The room filled with groans and quiet mutters of swear words.
"Er sir?" The professor turned towards Armaan.
"Yes Armaan, what is it?"
"Erm I don't have a partner to work with."
"Oh, well I guess you have to do it yourself then." Mr Roberts turned back to his computer and Armaan was left with no choice but to do it himself.
Just then a quiet knock was heard, "Come in." Mr Robert said.
The door opened and everyone's head turned towards it except Armaan's. A girl walked in, smiled nervously at the teacher and continued walking towards him.
"Erm hi, im Riddhima Gupta, I just started today and I-" She was interrupted by him.
"Aah yes Miss Gupta I was expecting you."
Armaans head shot up at the name. He glanced at her and turned back to Ian who looked at him nodding his head, confirming to his unasked question. Armaan turned back and scanned Riddhima from head to toe. The profile Ian gave him on her was correct, this girl was hot he thought.
Riddhima was wearing a black skirt that ended just above her knees with black leggings, and a red full sleeved top that complimented her perfect figure. She had no make-up on except eyeliner from what Armaan could tell and her long, straight hair was out reaching up to her waist. She was fair, tall, and had an amazing figure just as described, but was better in reality.
"Well well well, hello beautiful." Armaan muttered under his breath watching her. He decided to listen to their conversation.
"Erm well, we are not doing much today in tutorial, just writing a review about the school. I know you haven't been here for long but you have seen the school and talked to the faculty so try your best eh?" Riddhima smiled lightly and nodded as a response. She seems sweet and quiet, Armaan thought.
"It's a partner activity so you won't have to do much. Erm why don't you go sit over there?" He pointed towards the seat next to Armaan.
It was as if God had heard his prayer. Today was beginning to be Armaan's lucky day. He turned and winked at Ian who just rolled his eyes at him.
"Sorry what did you say your name was again?" Mr Roberts asked Riddhima.
"Riddhima." She replied.
"Reedheema." He imitated
"No Rid-dhima."
"Reed-dheema."
"Rid-dhi-ma." She replied slowly emphasizing every syllable. Armaan couldn't help but giggle at the sight.
"Reed-dhee-ma. Am I saying it right?" the professor asked. Armaan looked at Riddhima's face, and could tell she was annoyed.
But she put a fake tight smile on and replied sarcastically in a sweet tone, "Yes perfectly." The tutor beamed in delight and Armaan was about to go in to hysterics. He hadn't seen something that funny in ages. It wasn't the tutor's fault he had a British accent.
He saw her walk up to her seat after rolling her eyes at the tutor. He realised his view on her being sweet was completely wrong. She sat down besides him and gave a small smile.
"Hey gorgeous, I'm Armaan and you are Ri-"
He was cut off by her quick remark, "Not interested." He noticed the smile had disappeared from her face and was replaced with a frown.
"Ouch." Ian whispered in his ear from behind. He narrowed his eyes at him and thought to tease her a little.
"Really? I thought it was Riddhima, I never knew you could change your name so quickly." He laughed at his joke whilst Riddhima just sat there and rolled her eyes at him.
"You know if people knew what you were laughing at they would call the police."
Armaan looked at her curiously, "Why?" he asked.
"For disgracing the reputation of a joke." She replied monotonously. Ian burst out laughing hearing her; it was Armaans turn to frown.
"Ha-ha very funny." Riddhima couldn't help but smirk at the position he was in.
"OMG Riddhima that's hilarious! Armaan dude you just got owned by a girl." Ian said through his laughs.
Riddhima couldn't help but giggle along, "Thanks."
"By the way, Im Ian."
"Hi im Riddhima."
"Nice to meet you Reedheema." Armaan grinned looking at Riddhima's frown reappearing. He knew already she hated it when people got her name wrong.
"Er nice to meet you too, just call me Ridz everyone calls me that"
"Sure Ridz."
Their conversation was disturbed by the sound of the bell and Mr Roberts voice.
"Right guys, please pass me your reviews on the way out." Everyone stood up, gave their review in and went to class.
Armaan suddenly realised he hadn't done the review, he was too busy annoying Riddhima. But when he looked down at the sheet it was completely filled with words. When did he do that? He saw Riddhima get up and hand the review in to the teacher who smiled at her, impressed by her dedication to her work. It didn't take long for armaan to realise that Riddhima had done it but he was confused. He never saw her do it, so when did she?
Riddhima walked back to get her stuff and was about to walk out when he stopped her.
"Hey new girl! When did you do all that writing? I didn't even see you take out a pen."
"Well if you pay more attention to your surroundings rather than one of your lame jokes, you might just get somewhere in life." Ian couldn't help but chuckle at her sarcasm.
"Yeah well whatever. I owe you one."
"Is that your way of saying thank you?"
"Maybe, but a date could be too." He winked at her flirtatiously.
"Well I reject it. Gosh I wonder how you say sorry then."
"Come over to mine and I'll show you." He replied naughtily. Riddhima made a gag noise making both boys laugh.
"I'd rather kill myself then spend any more time with you."
"Ouch! Cheeky little girl arent you?" Riddhima narrowed her eyes at him and silently walked out the classroom leaving Armaan to watch her.
"Well what do you think?" Ian asked him excitedly.
"Nah, not my type. She's too much with the words and attitude."
"Whatever man." And they both walked out to their next class...
Armaan was brought back to the world when he accidently knocked over a pile of papers on the floor. He sighed and picked them. He quickly finished his half of the essay and went to bed.
Her sister's blurry voice rang in Riddhima's ears and she woke up with a groan. "Riddhima wake up now!! You missed half a school day already!" she heard her sister say. She looked at her surroundings and suddenly remembered something important - Her essay. She checked the time, 1:15pm it showed, she was late, very late indeed. She quickly went in to the bathroom, washed her face, brushed her teeth and came out together all her things. She ran out the house all the way to college. It was dead silent in the corridors, she knew she was late. She barged in to her class to see everyone look up at her, she smiled nervously and stepped in.
"Nice of you to join us Miss Gupta." The professor glared at her, everyone had got back to their own work by now, "Can I have your essay please, Mr Mallik said he had given you half of it to look after." He placed his hand forward to receive the piece of paper. Riddhima gulped.
Ta-da! I finally shown a bit of the past, i hope you're all happy now😆 So remember, please do comment and like! I want atleast 70 likes and comments or no update🤣 Yes i am back to my old demands but i am a little bit more greedy :P Jaldi, jaldi or you will have to wait a long time for the next update. You might be thinking i'm just being plain greedy, and i kind of am but i just want to see what my readers think of my FF and how i can improve😳 Silent readers, don't feel shy to leave a tiny comment or to even press the like button.
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