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As usual great work from you.

I read last 8 chapters in a go.

Randhir is trying hard to be indifferent to her but actually he is fallen for her.

Sanyukta, she is little weird and at the same time innocent.

Their bickering is always enjoyable.

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Fourteen

I had been so immersed in the project, that I had completely forgotten the world around me. It was only when the door to the classroom opened loudly, that I came back down to reality.

I turned around to see who entered the room, and I saw that it was Sanyukta, and she was sobbing uncontrollably.

My heart hurt, seeing her in this condition. She closed the door behind her and then her eyes landed on me.

"Oh - oh it's you," she said, as if she hadn't expected to see me here. "I... I'll go."

I walked up to her and placed a hand on her shoulder comfortingly.

"Everything okay?" I asked her.

Then she started to cry loudly and she covered her face with her hands. I immediately held her close to me and hugged her tightly. She removed her hands from her face, and hugged me too. I stroked her hair as she cried.

"Nothing's okay," she finally answered. "I love him."

My heart dropped when I heard that. I didn't know why. All I knew was that I didn't like that she loved him.

"You love him?" I asked, "Then why are you crying?"

She sobbed again and I continued to hug her.

"For - for the last - the last week we were seeing each other," she explained, choking, "Ev - ever since he g - gave me a tour of the college."

I rubbed her back, trying to soothe her, but she was crying too heavily.

"H - he told me on the second d - day of school there was something about me," she sobbed, "H - he invited me to a party and - and I went."

I was not liking where this was heading - I knew about the older guys, all they wanted was to sleep with younger girls and call themselves manly.

"I drank a lot with him," Sanyukta continued, "I was drunk but I still remember everything... he tried to take me to his bedroom, but - but I said no - I wasn't ready for that. So he wanted to k - kiss me. I almost let him, but - but I never kissed a guy so I said no. I wanted my first kiss to be special, not while I was drunk."

I felt guilty - I had taken Sanyukta's first kiss last night while she was drunk to the point of not remembering it.

"H - he dropped me back to my room, and he still tried... he asked me to be his girlfriend and... and I said I'll think," she explained. "I was going to say yes to him today when he took me out but... but..."

"But?" I asked her softly, rubbing her back.

"Sameer s - said," she sobbed. "He said he likes me, and he'll go out with me if I... if I kiss him."

"What the hell?" I said angrily, unable to stop myself. "What a low thing to say."

"I - I kissed him Randhir," Sanyukta then whispered against my chest, making my heart feel like it got stomped on. "My - my first kiss... it was a waste."

"How?" I asked her.

I didn't know why I felt so bad, but I just did. It hurt me a lot for a few reasons - one, to see her crying, two, that she liked Sameer this much, and three, she kissed him.

"Then - then after, he said he'll be with me if I have sex with him," she whispered.

"Don't tell me you did that too," I said without thinking. Immediately I wished I hadn't.

She let go of me and glared.

"What kind of girl do you think I am?" Sanyukta asked me angrily. "I don't even know what I was thinking, sharing all of this with you - you're probably just like him."

I felt a bit of satisfaction, mixed with the hurt from her insult - at least her anger caused her to stop crying, even if it was directed at me.

"Maybe," I said, walking towards her, and forcing myself to smirk. "So... now that you're all easy to get, will you kiss me too?"

I grabbed her arms and she pushed me off.

"Creep!" she yelled. "I am not easy! I hate you!"

Then she turned around to leave, and her eyes landed on the desk where I had been working on the project - where the notebook I had taken from her was wide open.

"Oh my God!" she screamed. "You were working on the project?"

I couldn't stop myself from smiling - her attention was diverted now, and I would make sure that she was focused on something other than that Sameer Mittal, even if I had to be an asshole for that to happen.

Fifteen

"Yeah, so what?" I said to her coolly. "At least I was doing some work... you were busy romancing with someone."

Her face turned red as soon as I said that and she stormed up to the desk and started to look at the work I had already done.

"This isn't fair!" she screamed. "You're already done most of it!"

I walked up to the desk too and smirked.

"Too bad so sad," I said.

"You're so annoying!" she yelled. "I trusted you! All men are the same!"

"What the --" I heard myself say.

How could she say all men were the same based on a project?

"Yeah - you're just like Sameer Mittal!" she screamed.

"Alright then," I said calmly. "If I'm just like him, you'll kiss me too?"

She stormed up to me, grabbing the collar of my shirt and pushing me back against the desk. I don't think she realized how close she was to me, or the effect that her proximity had on me. My legs had spread and she was in between them, her face really close to mine.

"I'm not like that!" she stated through gritted teeth.

"Really?" I said, my voice barely above a whisper, "You're so close to me... or don't you realize that?"

Then she glanced down at our bodies and let go of my collar immediately before taking a step back.

"Let me work on the rest of the project," she said.

"No," I refused.

"Yes!" she responded and then went behind the desk and picked up the machine I started to make.

"Don't be stupid," I said to her, joining her from behind the desk. "Do you want to get a good mark or not?"

"You jerk! You used all my ideas!" she said, raising her voice again.

"Hey, at least you did something - be grateful I gave you the opportunity," I argued.

"You're going to take all the credit!" she said angrily.

"You assume more than you think," I responded.

"Why is my life so messed up?" she complained.

"Your life isn't messed up," I pointed out, "You just get yourself into these messes."

"Falling in love with Sameer wasn't my choice," she retorted haughtily.

"Yeah right!" I replied. "You didn't have to fall in love with him."

"You don't even know what love is," she said, and then jabbed her index finger into my chest accusingly. "You've never even looked at a girl that way, where you care for her more than you care for yourself."

I looked at her, feeling my heart drop. If only she knew... wait - what was I thinking? I didn't even know what I was feeling, why did I want her to know?

"As if you're so in love with Sameer Mittal," I responded to her, feeling myself get angry with her accusations, "If you really did care for him more than you cared for yourself, you'd sleep with him - but no, your love for him is selfish - you just can't see him happy! You think about yourself and how you feel more than you think about him!"

I saw tears form in her eyes and I immediately felt guilty.

Sixteen

"You're right," she whispered. "How could I not think of that?"

This girl was out of her mind - if she was actually thinking of what I said as something she needed to do, then she was crazy.

"What?" I asked her with disbelief. "You think you should sleep with Sameer?"

"If I love him then I shouldn't be concerned for myself," she replied, then she looked up at me with teary eyes and smiled. "Thank you Randhir. You should really be a love guru."

My mouth dropped open. Was this girl insane?

"Look... I always knew you were stupid, but I am not suggesting anything... just have some self respect," I said to her, hoping that she was not being serious.

"Since when did love care about self-respect?" she asked me.

I walked towards her and grabbed her arms tightly before shaking her.

"You aren't in love!" I said to her, "So stop talking like you are."

"I am in love... with Sameer," she said, her expression turning to a dreamy one. "And I need to accept him with all his flaws!"

"You're so dumb!" I yelled. "If you were in love with him, you wouldn't need me to tell you any of this!"

She grabbed my forearms to pull them off her, but my grip on her was too strong. Then her eyes filled with tears again.

"You're right... I'm not in love... but then why does it hurt that he turned out like that?" she asked me softly.

"Because that's how infatuation is," I said to her, "Love is when you can see good in their flaws too."

Then she glared at me.

"Why am I even listening to you?" she snapped.

"I don't know, that's what I'm wondering," I responded.

She bit down on her lip and then sighed.

"Sorry," she murmured. "I just dumped all of my problems on you... I had my first kiss, and he wanted more... all I wanted was a relationship. I was overwhelmed and nobody else was around."

"Yeah don't worry," I responded to her, not sure how to respond to that. "I'm... I'm here. If you ever want to talk I mean."

She looked at me with surprise.

"Really?" she asked, "You're here for the so called period girl?"

I crossed my arms and narrowed my eyes at her.

"Look period girl, you aren't going to hear that from me often okay, so either take it or leave it," I retorted.

Then she smiled softly.

"Thanks," she replied. "You know you aren't as bad as you seem sometimes... you have a nice heart."

I didn't know how I was supposed to respond to that or how it was supposed to make me feel... all I knew was that, the smile on her face lit up my heart right now - it felt good to see her smile after spending all this time in tears.

"This is a one time thing," I warned. "Plus... I have to keep my promise."

"Promise?" she asked me curiously.

"Yeah, when we got drunk together, I promised you that we'd be friends... and friends don't abandon each other when they need them," I explained to her simply.

She looked at me with surprise, as if she had heard something that she would have never expected.

"What?" she asked, "Are you serious?"

I nodded.

"Yeah," I mumbled. "Trust me... I was drunk... I wasn't thinking straight but a promise is a promise."

She smiled at me.

"Drunken minds speak sober hearts," she said, in a mocking tone, as if she was repeating what I had said to her this evening.

"I guess," I mumbled, feeling my face burn a bit - no... why was my face burning? This was very strange.

"Thanks," she whispered.

"For?" I asked her.

"Being my friend," she replied to me, her lips still curved upwards.

"Yeah... my bad luck that I have to be associated with period girl," I retorted.

She pursed her lips together.

"I really do hate you," she replied.

"And I love you so much," I responded sarcastically.

Then my heart started to beat fast - in some way, what I had said to her right now wasn't sarcastic at all, and it scared me that I felt that way. It was like I actually loved her... which was definitely not the case. There was no way.

"Do you want to work on the project now?" she asked me.

"No, we'll do it tomorrow. Get some rest," I said to her, and she nodded.

She helped me pack everything up and we started to walk towards the hostel together. As soon as the hall that divided the boys dormitories from the girls came, she paused and hesitated for a moment.

"I'm sorry if I behave irrationally sometimes," she mumbled, looking down. "I really don't hate you as much as I say I do."

"It's okay, I'm sorry too... for making fun of you all the time," I responded. "Actually... I take that back - it's too much fun."

She folded her arms and glared at me.

"As expected," she responded, rolling her eyes. "Anyways, good night, Grumpy."

Grumpy? Did she just call me grumpy?

"Why did you call me Grumpy?" I asked her.

"Because you are always so grumpy," she answered, as if it were the most obvious thing.

"I'm grumpy? And you're what? The most cheerful person ever? Should I call you little miss sunshine?" I snapped.

"Jerk. Annoying. Grumpy. Asshole," she responded to me, pouring out one insult after another.

"Period girl," I responded simply.

Then she breathed sharply, her face turning red out of anger and she turned around.

"I hope you have period related nightmares," she cursed. "Good night!"

"Yeah, I hope you have nightmares about me," I responded to her simply.

"That's the worst," she replied, and then stormed off towards the girls dormitories.

I couldn't help but smile as I walked towards my room. I didn't know why I was smiling, or what was happening to me, or why I actually seemed to care about period girl, but one thing hit me... and that was that I cared a lot.

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arvifan1

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Posted: 10 years ago

#94

Amazing please update soon

Loving this FF

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Ayushi

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Posted: 10 years ago

#95

oh god..

i could imagine their bickering..

i was laughing all the time...🤣

it was so much fun seeing them fight like tom and jerry..

i knew sameer is such a 🤬...

pehli kiss abb sex...😡

omg cheap..😡

randhir is such a darlo...

love guru..seriously.🤣.

and finally they became friends..

grumpy... sunshine...😳

nice names..

update soon..

love

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Rashi Bhargava

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Posted: 10 years ago

#96

Lovely update
Omg sanyu loves that sameer
Eeewww
That sameer he's a jerk
Pehle kiss then s**

Samyu is really crazy
Rd the love guru
He's falling for her
Awww sandhir new friendship
Bt bickering kbhi band nhi hogi

Wtng for next
Love u
Keep smiling

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Alaukik

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Posted: 10 years ago

#97

awesome update.

Their bickering is funny, who talks about 'period' all the time.

Randhir the love guru.

Snayu is so innocent somewhat childish.

I know you gave back to back 3 chapters, but man nahi barta.

kya karey I really admire your writing skills.

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1036670

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Posted: 10 years ago

#98

Moi loves u😆

HEHE..

N moi loves all ur fics😆

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swathi sen

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Posted: 10 years ago

#99

Oh mt godness, this is amazing... i lov it yarr... really... keep going like this!!!!!

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Saffi Sanam

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Posted: 10 years ago

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Chapter 17

The next week passed quickly. Sanyukta was still rude to me, and of course, I still annoyed her, but there was something a bit different in our relationship.

We spent a lot of time together, working on the project, but there was something warm, even within our insults. It was like we insulted each other as an act, but deep inside, we were really friends.

Soon, we presented our project, and PKC sir was pleased. He praised our project and our teamwork. Sanyukta and I smiled at each other - I did end up giving her credit and letting her work on the project, because I was starting to feel bad for the girl.

I felt a little sad though, once the project was over, because that meant that we wouldn't spend so much time together anymore... but she seemed excited that it was done.

"Finally," she told me after class the day we presented our project. "That was the most tiring week of my life."

"Oh yeah?" I responded casually. "That was hell week for me, I had to be with you so much."

"You're such a jerk," she responded.

"Period girl," I retorted.

"Asshole," she replied.

"That isn't even a proper insult," I told her, rolling my eyes. "You have an asshole too, everyone has one. It's a body part."

"Eww," she said, scrunching her nose. "That's gross Randhir."

"You're so immature," I pointed out.

"No I'm not!" she responded. "Just hearing you talk about my asshole is weird."

"Then don't call me asshole," I told her with a smirk.

"Jerk," she responded, breathing sharply. "Anyways, I need to go and meet someone now."

"Who?" I asked her curiously.

"Sameer," she replied coolly, as if it were obvious.

"What? You're talking to him?" I asked her. "How could you still talk to him after what he told you?"

"I decided to give him another chance," she responded to me, "But I'll tell him I want to take it slow."

"Is he even willing to be with you if you don't give him any action?" I asked her, because as far as I knew, this guy would only want sex.

"Not everyone's like you Randhir," she said, glaring at me, "Not everyone thinks about sex all the time."

"I don't think about sex all the time!" I argued.

"Yeah right," she mumbled under her breath.

"Okay well... just... don't let him use you," I told her seriously.

"Obviously not!" she said, sounding irritated. "I have more self-respect than that."

"Alright then, do whatever you want," I replied.

"I don't need your permission to do what I want," she snapped.

"Well you're the one who's going to come crying to me if he hurts you," I told her, rolling my eyes. "So I'm suffering in all this too."

"Fine, I won't come to you," she said with gritted teeth.

"You won't have an option," I responded.

Then she just turned around and stormed off without replying to me.

A part of my heart broke, that she left me here and ran after Sameer, but another part of me was happy that she was at least smart enough to know not to let him use her... I was just afraid that he would manipulate her into doing something she didn't want to do.

I couldn't let him hurt her, not at any cost - but I knew it was inevitable. She had already invested so many emotions in Sameer, that it was impossible that she wouldn't get hurt by him.

Chapter 18

I was almost counting down the days until Sanyukta came back to me because Sameer broke her heart. It took longer than I thought it would. One week passed, two weeks, three weeks, and she didn't look even the least bit upset. In fact, I would see her blushing happily and smiling.

It was only a month later, when I started to see that she wasn't happy.

Sanyukta and I maintained a distance from each other ever since the project ended - I didn't go and bother her, and she didn't come and talk to me either. We never texted and never spoke. It was almost like we had gone back to being strangers in the last month.

In the last month, my best friend (also roommate) Parth started to date Vidhushi. I also got to know this girl named Ishika and she liked me - I wasn't serious about her, but she was good looking, and she was showing an interest in me, so I did lead her on. It was all for fun.

Often when I spent time with Ishika, I would wish that I was with Sanyukta, but I tried to shake Sanyukta away from my thoughts. I was thinking about her more than acceptable if I wanted to maintain my sanity... but I felt like I was slowly going insane, when I would smile thinking about her, when I would make scenarios of us talking in my head.

With Ishika, I would zone out. Even when she touched me, I wouldn't be into it. Even when she kissed me and she got intimate with me, my mind was with Sanyukta.

Ishika got frustrated.

"Randhir!" she would say, "You need to come back to reality!"

"Sorry Ishika," I would murmur in response and then stand up. "I'm just not feeling it."

I started to avoid Ishika. Yes, Ishika and I were in a relationship, but she took it far more seriously than I did, and I wasn't sure how many people actually knew about our relationship. Parth knew, and I was sure that he told Vidhushi, but apart from that, I didn't know who knew. I didn't care enough to tell anyone.

I would often wonder if Sanyukta knew. If she knew, did she care?

When I first noticed Sanyukta's sullen face in class, a month after she got together with Sameer, my heart started to beat out of worry - I was concerned for her. I didn't know why, but the thought that Sameer would do something to hurt her angered me. It made me want to find him and beat him into a pulp... but I had to control myself. I didn't even know the situation.

I wanted to approach her and ask her if she was okay, but I didn't. Perhaps it was my manly ego or nerves or something else, but I told myself that she was a big girl. If she needed me, she'd come and find me.

Soon another month passed, and I noticed that the dark circles under her eyes were growing. I saw that she used to zone out in class. In the beginning of the school year, she answered questions, she talked, she was more cheerful. Now, it was like she wasn't there, despite being there. It was like her body was there, while she had drifted off somewhere else.

When the third month passed, was when I really started to get worried. She would start to miss classes. That was when I put my foot down and decided that I would need to get to the bottom of this. I needed to find out what was happening to her - why was she down, why didn't she come to class?

I still didn't want to approach her though. I didn't know what I'd say to her. Three months of not talking to her and all of a sudden I'd be asking if everything was okay? It didn't look normal. I needed a situation to be created for me, I couldn't create a situation for myself.

Another two weeks later, after classes were over for the day and the sun was setting in the horizon, I saw Sanyukta sitting on a bench outside and sobbing. I couldn't help it - I wasn't able to see her cry like that. I approached her and placed my hand on her shoulder to show her that she wasn't alone, that I was here beside her.

She looked up at me with teary eyes and I sat down next to her on the bench. Her head rested on my shoulder and she sobbed. I wrapped my hand around her shoulders and started to rub her arm affectionately.

"Randhir, I'm - I'm such an idiot," she sobbed. "I am so stupid."

"Sanyukta you're not," I told her softly.

"N - no... I - I should have never said yes to Sameer," she cried. "R - Randhir I - I hate him but I h - hate myself more."

"Don't say that," I whispered to her.

"Y - you don't even kn - know what he d - did," she cried. "I - I let it happen."

"What did he do?" I whispered, fearing the worst.

Chapter 19

She started to cry even harder and I held her closer.

"Sanyukta," I murmured softly, "Please stop."

"R - Randhir, y - you were right," she sobbed. "A - all he wanted was sex."

Then she leaned even closer to me and wrapped her arms around me from the side.

I didn't know what to say to her. The annoying me would have said I told you so, but I didn't want to be insensitive - not today.

"I didn't have sex with him so he - he cheated on me," she cried.

"bas***d," I muttered under my breath. "You deserve better."

"No!" she sobbed. "I don't deserve better. I'm worse! He told me he was sorry after I caught him and h - he said I wasn't giving him anything to satisfy him so he had to find it elsewhere... but he'd love me only. So I said okay, he can continue being with others."

I wanted to scream at her and shake her and ask her if she was out of her mind, but I kept quiet. Not today. Today wasn't right.

"I only said okay because you told me once that if you put yourself before them then it wasn't love... and I screwed myself over," she sobbed. "I c - couldn't take it Randhir. I g - guess I didn't love him. I - I just wanted to be with him."

I felt guilty. It was only because of what I had told her all those months ago, that she would actually agree to something like this - and Sameer took full advantage of that.

"Don't worry Sanyukta," I told her seriously, "You can and you will do much better than him."

"He broke up with me," she cried. "At the end of it all, he broke up with me... he said he couldn't wait forever for me."

"What? What a jerk," I cursed under my breath. "If only he was here right now, I'd beat him into-"

Then she looked up at me with her teary eyes and a smile formed on her face.

"You would do that?" she asked.

"Yes," I said sincerely, looking into her eyes. "I would make him go down on his knees and beg you for forgiveness."

"You would?" she asked me.

"Yes," I said to her genuinely. "I would make him repent big time."

Then she threw her arms around my neck and hugged me tightly from our seated position.

"Where have you been all these months Randhir?" she asked, and I could feel her tears stain my shirt.

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