Hey guys,
I'm new to the show and the forum. And I thought what better way to join in then with an OS on a new and unconventional pairing. Enjoy!
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She's the scholarship student with a mean competitive streak and big dreams. The good girl gone bad. He's the bad boy turned good. The overachieving transfer with a mysterious past and invisible scars.
And together they're shades of grey.
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She's exactly the kind of girl he's learnt to avoid.
Calculated, conniving and overambitious. He knows her type. Knows that in her eyes, all means, any means justify the end. And the end will always be what she desires - because if she wills it so, she'll go to any extent to make it so. There is never a choice, never a way around it. But there is nothing unique about that opinion of his. For one, it's more of a fact and for another, everyone knows it too.
However, what everyone doesn't know, couldn't even perceive, he figures, is that she's on the run. Everyone knows Sanyukta is driven by her passion, but only he knows that Vidushi is chased by her fears. He knows this because he's been there too.
Everyone sees her desperation to succeed but no one smells the reek of failure that follows in her wake. The dark shadows that she is running from - her past, her parents, and perhaps her dreams that she knows could easily turn into nightmares with one wrong move.
He avoids her just like everyone else; but not for the same reasons that others do. He avoids her because she reminds him of the boy he used to be.
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She hates equations, questions, riddles. They're the only things that stop her, distract her, hold her attention for long - away from where she needs to be.
Solve, answer, decipher - she needs to unravel the mystery before she can move on. Finds herself incapable of letting them be, leaving them behind unresolved. Most people call it curiosity, some intelligence - but she sees it for what it practically is, a trait that makes her such a bright student.
A bright student - she scorns at that term. You're only a student for as long as you aren't paid - and then you're a professional. She has no time for compliments, nor any for insults. They hold no purpose. Words, she's learnt the hard way, hold no value in the long run - they're keepsakes of the temporary kind. Actions however have lifetime repercussions - a whole different story to tell. And stories, she knows, glorify the heroes and are governed by power. Only those with influence get to write theirs, others get theirs told.
Over the years, she's learnt to separate people into tellers and listeners. It's a hobby she enjoys and a skill she hones. It helps her stay ahead. After all, people are like words - when used right, they get things done. Strategic weapons - emotional fools, easily coerced yet formidable forces when logically used.
She doesn't care particularly for them either. Friendships, trust, foes, fights - all seem to require far more time than she has to spare. And she tries to stay clean of guilt and betrayal as much as she can. Besides, it makes things muddy when feelings get involved. She's been told it's always lonely at the top.
Randhir and Sanyukta are too passionate, too fast, too wild, too rash. They would burn out just as bright as they shine. And she's never deemed the others good enough to be her rivals anyway. But Parth, he baffles her. She's taken to watching him like a hawk - and it's not just because he's easy on the eye.
The more she observes him, the harder it gets to categorize him. He's as smart as Randhir and comes across as passionate as Sanyukta yet he behaves as humbly as Jiggy and his views are as pure and simple as Kaustuki's.
He's the only one she can't read. Which is why she is hooked on to him.
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In those moments when they're alone (few and rare as they may be), there's a strange tangible tension between them. It disturbs him, yet it intrigues her.
While she knows she sees only the tip of the iceberg, he avoids her because he knows she runs deeper than a cascading lake. But sometimes he gives in and dares to venture out. Looks at her like he really sees her but always (always) looks away before he sees too much. The reaction afterwards is always the same, always just as strange. She should be the one afraid but he's the one that looks spooked.
Every single time.
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