Recap: Rey is in a disturbed emotional state from not being able to sleep the night before and meets Vicky. Someone spills something inside the classroom and Neha slips on it, but Vicky catches her and gets lost in her. Rey takes Kria into the class in a method of inpromptu waltz and Vicky teases him about it. The rest of the class slowly comes in.
(Reyaansh's point-of-view)
Suddenly, students in the entire classroom stiffened as Sharon Rai Prakash glided into the room with her usual air of superiority. Sharon has been acknowledged to be the hottest girl in college for over a year now, and she is the vice-captain of the Dazzlers group. Kria and Sharon have shared a relationship of utter hatred and bitterness; they've never gotten along, ever since Kria got ragged so badly by the Dazzlers. Spotting me in my seat, the high-styled, artificially pretty Sharon came walking over, hips aswing. She shaped her index and thumb in an 'L' shape denoting 'loser' to Kria and her team quickly, then turned to Vicky.
"Scoot over," she ordered, tossing back her hair smugly. "I want to sit next to Rey." Of course, everyone had to obey Sharon. Not only was she highly respected at school, but her father was the cultural head of the institution.
Reluctantly, Vicky got up and moved a row in front. I deliberately seated myself across the aisle from Kria, so I could watch her if I got bored in the class. I won't deny it – I sometimes take advantage of how beautiful she is. Simmie followed Sharon and took the seat next to her, motioning for Rene to sit next to Vicky. Simmie is another snazzy, selfish, spoilt rich girl – daughter of an oil baron – and she knows everyone and everything. She's ultra-hip and always carries the coolest gadgets; she's also a Dazzler, and an amazing dancer. In contrast to Simmie's smartness, Rene is adorable and a complete tubelight; it takes forever to figure out a joke everyone catches in less than a second. Yes, she lacks practical sense – but on the dance floor, Rene knows exactly what she's doing. Both of them have known Sharon for a long time, and have always followed her around. They could tell in a second what brand of lip-gloss she's wearing, or which designer top she has on, or what conditioner she's used on her hair. Everyone was waiting expectantly for our social-science teacher to enter.
But instead of our social-sciences teacher, in walked Gautam Rai Prakash – or RDX, as he was nicknamed by his maddened girl fanatics, Sharon's father. "Good morning, sir," everyone said in star-struck tones. "Good morning, students," he said in his deep, masculine voice, smiling his supposedly charming smile. Rene and Simmie – Sharon's two best friends, and the other two female Dazzlers in the group – let out dreamy sighs. "I see that all people from both teams of Dazzlers and Weaklings are here," he said, scanning his gaze over the class.
Nilesh was sitting on Sharon's other side. Nilesh was the prankster of the group, and he loved rapping. He could randomly start talking in a rhythm anytime he wanted, anywhere he wanted, any-how he wanted. It was a special talent, but along with that, Nilesh was a great dancer. He loved b-boying and doing funky hip-hop.
"Can you all please stand up?" he asked, lowering his eyes to the register. I pushed back my desk and stood up with the rest of my team. Across the aisle, I saw Neha look back to make sure Swayum was there. As usual, Swayum was gazing longingly at Sharon. The lovable Boy-Next-Door and Sharon's Lover-Boy, Swayum is madly in love with Sharon and always trying to woo her, though all his attempts are in vain. Though I'm Sharon's supposed best friend, even I won't say no to the fact that she can be a bitch sometimes. "Ah, yes," RDX said with another smile. "All of you are working really hard on rehearsing for the Footloose auditions, guys – so I thought it's time for all of you to take a chill pill. That's why I've organized a themed party for all of you." The other students cheered.
The first thought that came to my mind was: "Perfect. I'll get to spend time with her!" I couldn't help it. I sent a glance sideways and saw her smile, her even, exquisitely white teeth flashing against her full, rosy lips. My brain turned upside down and my heart gave a neat little somersault. Every-thing this girl was doing seemed to make my internal organs do acrobatics. She high-fived Vishaka on her side happily and then turned a stunningly gorgeous glare in our direction. I smiled back. I knew the smile would really annoy her. She knit her delicate, dark brows for a second, then rolled her deep-green, long-lashed eyes and looked away unconcernedly back to RDX. "The party will be at my farmhouse and you all can collect the address from the notice on the notice board," he said. "There will be lots of dancing and fun; I'll make sure it's a night to remember for each and every one of you. You're all invited and it's free of cost – my treat. However, there's one little twist." "Twist?" Simmie narrowed her huge brown eyes. She traded a meaningful look with Sharon and said, "What kind of a twist?" "The boys' dress code is jacket and pants, but the girls are going to have to wear saris," RDX Sir announced. Gasps and cheers came out from the entire classroom. Sharon sputtered. "Saris?" she demanded. "Seriously, dad?" He smiled knowingly at her. "I know some of you girls are really beautiful," he said. "I think you'll look even more beautiful when you're in saris. Trust me. It's going to a fun night on my side, but you have to do at least a little for me, don't you? Follow the dress code."
I couldn't help but try to imagine Kria in a sari. I think I was glad I didn't succeed; I wanted to get a surprise. Or maybe, she wouldn't show up at all. I shouldn't be surprised if she wouldn't. I stole a sly sideways glance her way again. She was turned the other way, discussing something with Bharat from her team. He shrugged his shoulders, and she turned back to RDX Sir.
I spent the rest of the boring periods doodling Kria's name with hearts around it in my book and looking at her all the time. It was really enjoyable with her around. I never really did get bored, except when her silky, perfectly-arranged dark locks fell down over the side of her head and hid her face. But at the time, I could sit and admire the silkiness and lustre of her dark-brown curls and sometimes, I would even lean in a little to inhale her perfume.
Love and desperation drove me crazy.
(Kria's point of view)
I listed down the address as quickly as I could between classes, going there along with Neha and Swayum. Neha was suppressing laughter about something. I slapped the back of her head and smiled at her. "What's so funny?"
"I was just wondering how Vishaka would look in a sari," she explained, puffing out her round cheeks, double-checking the address. I tried to picture it myself, but it was impossible. Vishaka was a hot-tempered tomboy and lived her life in jeans, shorts, jerseys and sneakers; she had never even looked at a skirt or top, let alone worn it in her life.
"Well, I think you'd look adorable," Swayum said warmly, sliding his arm around my shoulders. I have to admit, ever since he joined the time, Swayum has been super-entertaining and very sweet to all of us. He immediately felt at home with us and rehearsed his best, even though he knows he's going against Sharon.
Rey and Vicky were coming down the corridor and Rey froze immediately when he saw, a weird expression coming over his face. I narrowed my eyes. He looked thoughtful, troubled – then quickly shook it away. I took Swayum's hand and gently removed his arm from around me, lowering my eyes back to my books, shuffling them nervously. Suddenly, I flashed back to the way he had slowly dragged me into class and set me in my seat, then come so close and said 'welcome'. Why did it bother me so much? Vicky slapped the back of Rey's head quickly and glared at us.
"Look. If you know what's right for you, think twice before coming to this party," Vicky said in a nasty tone. Sharon came striding from behind, hips a-swing, and surveyed the three of us with disgusted eyes, fluttering her hand vaguely. "Let it go, Vicky," she said. "They don't have the class or the attitude to be like us, and they don't deserve to come to this party." "By the way, Sharon," Rey said, suppressing a smile. "Are you also going to wear a sari?" He seemed to find something funny about the idea. Sharon sighed and tossed her hair over her shoulders. "I have no choice," she said superiorly. "But whatever. I can pull off anything."
I tugged at Neha's arm. "Let's go," I said gently. Seeing Sharon always made my blood boil; I had never hated a person so much in my entire life as I hated Sharon. I hated her with a passion, a passion I'd never felt for any person before. And to my utter surprise, Rey came forward and grabbed Neha's hand. Fury and disbelief washed over Sharon's heavily made-up, artificially beautiful face. "Be there. Forget what she's saying," he whispered to Neha. But why did I feel like it was directed at me? Because just then, he raised his eyes to me and smiled a charming smile that probably sent all the girls' heartstrings fluttering. It hardly caused mine to stir. Neha freed her hand of his grasp and hurried away, followed by Swayum. I shot Rey and Sharon once last glare and rushed behind them, wondering what I should wear for the party.
(Reyaansh's point-of-view)
I straightened the short-sleeved black leather jacket I had on over my black jeans and the body-hugging black T-shirt inside it. Vicky sighed and shook his head. "You're damn concerned about you look today," he said, slowly manoeuvring the shiny silver Volvo into a parking space outside the tall, gold-spiked gates. A uniformed usher quickly checked our invitations and waved us over to the parking spot under a tall oak tree.
Vicky switched off the car and slipped out quickly. I was more slow; I was only thinking what she would be wearing today. Thoughtfully, I followed Vicky past the vast, manicured lawns with artificial lakes and small, coloured lights under the surface. Ornamental flower gardens passed us on both sides and slowly, the huge, white mansion came into view. Behind it, the enormous patio shone with lights and activity. The food counter was crowded; drinks and refreshments were being served; the DJ was trying out his equipment; people were dotted about around the huge, blue-tiled, bean-shaped swimming pool, talking, laughing, clicking pictures, shaking hands, kissing cheeks, basking in satisfaction that this would be one of the hottest parties they'd ever been to.
I looked around at the long, seemingly endless, white-clothed buffet table laid with various, tasty dishes, the white-suited caterers circulating with refreshments and drinks, the glass-and-wood bar near the DJ shack, the LEDs that bathed the huge patio in bright white light, the red-and-blue strobe fixed near the DJ shack, the open space of tiles forming the dance floor in front of the shack, the huge black speakers dotted about; the patio was surrounded by smooth, manicured lawns and tall fruit trees and beds filled with trimmed, fragrant, differently-coloured flowers in full bloom. Loud, funky dance music blasted from the enormous speakers located conveniently on the stony, polished tiles of the patio, surrounded by bushes, colourful-flowered planters, perfectly-manicured shrubs, vast lawns, etc. The stylish, coloured spotlights fixed above the small, well-equipped DJ stand moved around eerily, their flickering, differently-coloured lights illuminating everything. Some people were holding crystal glasses of drinks and standing around, while white-suited waiters circulated with the refreshments and starters. In the wide space left off behind the sparkling, bean-shaped pool lit by golden inner lighting, they had set round, white-clothed tables with tall centre-pieces for the dinner later on – and some of the guests had already hit the dance floor, and were swaying casually to a fast, breaking beat.
I could almost feel the tension from all the girls when Vicky and I walked in. Slowly scanning the ground, I caught my breath when I saw something (or rather, someone) extraordinary. She stood like a shimmering, sparkling jewel among black birds – hauntingly, stunningly beautiful among the other pitifully normal girls. It wasn't just because she was attired in a sparkling, heavily-sequinned, golden-and-black sari with a simple black halter-type velvet blouse and rich, shimmering gold embroidery and a long, flowing, incredibly sparkling, richly-embroidered with gold, black velvet skirt – her slim arms, dainty ears and graceful, swan-like neck adorned in shimmering, gold-and-diamond jewels – but also because I was already crazy about her. My heart skipped a beat; my stomach began to do somersaults and handstands, stumbling more than once; my breath began stuttering; I felt myself go into an enchanted, disconnected-from-the-human-world trance once more; a feeling like ice-cold yet burning hot, sparkling, steaming mineral water was being flushed through my veins thrilled through me and I couldn't take my eyes off her.
Sure, she had always been fabulously beautiful to me and hauntingly pretty. But I had never thought of Kria as hot. Now?
It was hard to believe a girl so amazingly sexy had existed and not been hit on by Vicky or Nilesh or any other Dazzler in the school, for that matter. Since her simple black velvet halter blouse left her stomach bare, I could see every graceful contour of her tall, slim, supermodel-perfect figure. Her bare, incredibly narrow hips were curved deeply and perfectly; her long legs were slim, murderously shapely and absolutely perfect; her skin gleamed smoothly, with a soft radiance that made me want to rip all my hair out. Kria was, in reality – why hadn't I noticed it before? – much more slim, well-built, gracefully-lined and perfectly-curved than Sharon. She tossed her exquisitely silky, dark-brown, lustrous locks over one slim, shoulder (I saw that she had straightened them so they appeared longer than usual) and let her long, richly-sequinned, golden-sequins-on-black-velvet sari's scarf part fall, covering one entire slim, recently-waxed arm and left the other one bare to show off her sparkling, diamond-studded gold bangles. She adjusted her simple gold pendant over her perfectly-formed chest and pulled the golden chain quickly around her long, slender neck. When Neha said something in her ear, she smiled a fabulous, million-dollar smile that stopped the entire world for me – her exquisitely white, perfectly-aligned teeth flashing against her full, rosy lips. She shifted a little and made even that little pointless movement in grace and fluidity, so smooth and sinuous I lost it all over again. On the shifting, cool spring breeze, I inhaled the fruity, spicy fragrance coming from her and took in the scents of strawberries, oranges and cinnamon in her beautiful, perfectly-arranged, chocolate-brown, smooth, silky locks. The jewels and sari made her large, thickly-lashed eyes (done up a kaleidoscope of rosy and lavender eyebrow, mascara, liner and glittery turquoise kohl) sparkle like actual emeralds. I had always compared them to emeralds, but now they gleamed gorgeously against her impossibly smooth, tanned skin. I tried to breathe evenly, but my heart thudded in my chest, threatening to tear out any moment. I couldn't breathe, think or even live for a second.
I didn't think Kria had ever looked so beautiful.
Next chapter: Rey and Vicky try to talk to the Weaklings' girls, but Vicky is enchanted and entranced by Neha. Sharon enters and interrupts them. The Dazzlers and Weaklings come to face to face and give each other their famous, confident, challenging, maha-sangram look. Followed by their usual argument.
I know its long and is only focused on kriyansh...but i will introduce rest of the couples soon...😊
i'll try to update next week...
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