Crossover Fic - The Idiots' Club: Chapter 03(A) - PG:11 - Page 6

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When Khushi came to his office three hours later, the first thing that caught her eyes was the cheerful bunch of pink and blush coloured tulips, looking largely out of place on the intimidating table. A simply baby blue ribbon held the bunch together, a small card dangling off its end.

With best wishes.

A small bloomed on her lips unconsciously as she traced the subtle slope of the flower. ASR getting pink tulips, imagine that! Chuckling to herself, she kept the file she'd brought with her on the desk and turned to leave.

The first thing that caught his eyes was her smile.

The two years they'd worked together, Arnav could count with one hand the number of times he'd seen Khushi Kumari Gupta smile like that. It wasn't like the loony smiles she habitually threw around, or the tight smiles she usually acknowledged him with, and ASR felt slightly breathless when the undiluted impact of this smile hit him fair and square.

Get a grip, you idiot!

He masked his features with remarkable speed and cocked his side to the right. Khushi's smile morphed into indifference as she pointed to the thick file on his desk.

'These are final. If you manage to find a fault like you do five out of five times, I won't be in my office, so leave me a message. I'm taking the day off.'

Arnav looked at the file, automatically glancing at the flowers. He was between meetings, the uptight Mr. Khanna would be waiting in the conference room already, but the damned flowers were staring at him and he heard himself speak.

'Those are for you.'

A laugh bubbled up her throat and she let it roll off without thinking, not noticing his reaction. Picking up the bunch, she breathed them in. It's so sweet of Aman to do this.'

WHAT THE!-

She cradled them in her hand and came up to the door near which he stood. Arnav looked straight ahead, studiously ignoring her and seemingly interested in the structure of his office table.

'What's this for anyway?'

His head snapped towards her and he almost growled. 'Why don't you go ask him yourself?'

...

It had started raining since nine o'clock in Roorkee.

The temperature inside the half-burned lab had dropped considerably, more so because of the glares they threw at each other at regular intervals. Randhir sat on the floor, legs thrown out carelessly as he studied the half mangled form of the turbocharger in front of him. Sanyukta stood near the blackened wall marking the wire map with a pencil.

They were supposed to be working on the lab two hours everyday for the next two weeks. Which equalled to twenty eight hours. Which in theory meant being in each other's constant presence for more than a day.

Holy mother of god.

Randhir's mind automatically drifted towards the classes he was missing, the notes Jiggy would be taking down (frankly, more out of fear than anything else), the lab classes which won't be repeated, the class projects he wouldn't be taking part in, and his already sour mood spiked.

'Why don't you just go and do whatever it is that you girls do and leave me alone?'

Sanyukta threw him a nasty look as she hitched her hips on the table and packed up her long hair in a bun. They still had about half an hour to go, she had skipped her breakfast, and just looking at him made her want to throw a jab straight at that arrogant nose. Bloody MCP.

She stayed quiet otherwise, too overcome by her violent wishes, and climbed up on the table completely, sitting Indian style. The rain outside picked up velocity.

...

Three hours later, Randhir was cursing the world in general to the nine hells.

Yohan Mukherjee, Mechanical fourth year and the cricket team skipper, lazily ignored the colourful language being spitted out beside him as he chalked what looked like the fielding strategy on the slightly wet field.

'This is all because of that girl!'

Yohan snorted mentally and looked up. 'What girl?'

Randhir ignored the question as war raged inside him. Killing her in front of the whole college Vs Killing her in her sleep.

In a short matter of twenty four hours, he'd met Arnav Singh Raizada, been suspended for two weeks and detained from the cricket pitch, all because of that absolutely infuriating chit of a girl.

As if he didn't have enough on his plate already.

Even as he tried to steer clear of that one disturbing thought, his blasted brain latched onto it stubbornly. Arnav Singh Raizada. Step-brother extraordinaire.

Reminder of all the things Randhir had lost in his nineteen years of existence.

'You there?'

Yohan's voice broke his chain of thoughts, and he nodded. Picking up his mud-smeared ball cap, he got up.

'I'm getting late, see you around.'

Originally posted by: FlawlessAshvik

I can burst out any moment now.

I didn't know you had already updated first chapter! These days I thought this was the second chapter and the one on the first page was the first one 😳 Cuz maybe because it was too long for a prologue? Sorry, I am badly habituated with Ananya's updates 😆 Andd I am a bad stalker unlike the obvious you :$ And its either 01 or 02. There is nothing called 0.1 okay! Freaking confusing stuff 😳