RishBala SS- My Angel | Part 17- Page 140 | October 26 - Page 61

"Why can't I target your vests Kundra??" jeered Madhubala. Rishabh smiled weakly and started moving back. Madhubala held him tightly and pulled him forward...close enough so that they could feel each other's breath. Both of them gasped simultaneously as Madhubala got closer to his ears, balancing her body on her toes and whispered softly, "Thank You for being there Kundra...you're a really nice guy...". Saying so, she patted him and parted wiping her face, got inside the car and drove off. Rishabh clutched his own vests lovingly... and turned towards his hostel. All the way he couldn't stop thinking about Madhubala, her life...and her family...ah! well the SO-called family.

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Next Day, he was late for his first lecture but seeing his records in the Institute, the lecturer let him in. Rishabh entered the class with his head dropped in guilt and came and sat beside Nakul. Nakul poked him to describe his meeting with the Superstar. Rishabh just replied him back with a smile or a blush...or an awkward wave of his hair by his fingers. Nakul gaped his mouth wide open seeing Rishabh reacting in this way. "I think tujhe Madhubala pasand aa gayi hai...!" Nakul whispered to them while they sat hearing the lecture. "Shut up! Nakul! Aisa kuch nahi hai...!" he reacted and started jotting down the important points the lecturer explained. Nakul smiled and gave a "I-can-see-what-is-happening-Rishabh" look and turned to focus on the lecture. Rishabh smiled once or twice remembering the "vest-incident" waved his hands through his hair and continued his notes.

There were two major announcements made at the end of the lecture - They were to make their projects on any one of the topics they liked and at the end of 3 months, they were supposed to submit it to their professors and the best projects were to be sent to the concerned departments and industries abroad for internship and training for 2 years...and second, there was going to be held a student's ball as a part of farewell party for the final year students. There was one absolute condition- any student without a partner wasn't supposed to join the ball and was asked to stay outside, cleaning the corridors if at all they wanted to get near the party venue. Rishabh was comfortable with the first announcements and he gave his name for the topic "Robotics" in the project. "Student's Ball" sighed Rishi as he read the notice board. "Prince-Princess Theme", Rishabh gave a puking look as he continued reading further. He was sure that he wasn't attending the ball because he knew, no girl would like to make him partner. He was clumsy...and him and dancing were miles apart. "Rishi... chill..I am sure you'd get someone for the ball!" patted Nakul while they sat on the stairs of their College. "I don't care..." peered Rishabh from his books and continued reading. He had declared he didn't care, but actually, he was sad enough with the thought that his final year's farewell party will go un-attended by him.

"Ms. Singhania... we'll go again..." the director explained the scene to Madhubala. She was playing the dutiful widow daughter-in-law to her parents and no one could match her skills. At such a tender age...still in her twenties, she was perfect when it came to her acting skills. She didn't crib or yell at the director for the first time. She loved giving retakes and retakes of shots. She got talking to one of her spot crew.

Madhubala smiled and looked back in her mobile phone. She started going through the pictures and videos when something caught her attention. One video...which might have been shot while the video-capture' accidently got activated and some moments got recorded. It was the video recorded Rishabh and Madhubala had spent the night together at the pub. She plugged in her ear-phones and started listening to the video. Hearing the voices of her trying to seduce Rishabh and Rishabh trying to avoid her made her smile...then laugh...then chuckle... she almost held her stomach laughing. The spot brought her tea...she added some amount of her drugs to it...and drank it off.

Rishabh and Nakul sat in the Cafeteria and sipped coffee. Rishabh was playing with the left out pieces of the samosa they had just eaten.

Rishi... *trying to calm him down* why don't you ask a few girls...?

Rishabh completed his coffee and continued into his books, taking down notes for his project/assignments. He really wanted to be one of the best project makers of his college so that he could be one of those who were offered internship by foreign industries.

Madhubala was relaxing in her Vanity when her PA informed her about some meeting with the Cultural Head from IIT Bombay. Madhubala's eyes glittered hearing the mention of "IIT Bombay". She quickly asked her PA to summon the concerned authorities to her Vanity and arrange the meeting as soon as possible. "Even Kundra is from IIT Bombay... Ahaan!" she smirked. She tied her hairs in a loose pony, leaving a few strands of hair open in front. She put on her favourite sweat-shirt and changed into skin-fit black jeans. She looked simply gorgeous.

Her PA nodded and let the two gentlemen in. Madhubala asked them to have a seat and ordered cold-drinks and snacks for them.

The gentlemen exited from her Vanity and Madhubala called her PA to cancel her foreign promotional events on 15^th and make a note of the Students' Ball in IIT Bombay. She smiled at the thought of going there, even though she wasn't herself sure of the reason.

Two girls talked among each other as Rishabh moved past them.

Saying this, one of the girls called back Rishabh. Rishabh turned and smiled as a friendly gesture.

Rishabh heaved a sigh of relief when she left him. He waved her a bye and turned inside his class. The girls giggled seeing him getting trapped in their little game plan.

Rishabh was getting ready in his hostel room wrapping a towel round his waist. After that he went to the small temple he had made in his room and lit incense sticks and prayed as per his daily routine. He was nervous; this was the first official party he was going to attend in his College. He had missed the Fresher's Party because he had fear of getting his drink spiked at the party... he was even a bigger geek back then. Now that 4 years had passed, he had gained a hell lot of confidence...enough to crash the Ball...even though he didn't know even the ABC of dancing...though his confidence was still low as compared to his contemporaries. He was scared to go to the Ball with Shanaya because she was one of the most wanted girls of IIT Bombay. He still was confused as to how she had chosen HIM as his Ball- Date! Engrossed in his thoughts, he didn't realize that there was a knock at his door. He went and opened it and found their press-waala standing. He gave him a suit wrapped in plastic cover and informed him that Shanaya had given this for him. He smiled and took it. Not realizing what the dress was and how will it look on him, he wore it blindly and reached the venue well before time, as instructed by Shanaya.

While on the way to the venue, he saw people looking at him...with mouth wide open smiling or rather chuckling. He thought he was rather looking handsome or atleast good...and so he smiled on his own thoughts. He stood outside on the small stair-case, as Shanaya had instructed him and waited for his lady. He was excited...yet nervous...thinking of if things went well at the Ball.