It was one week after that awful incident. After the group had left the classroom, Payal had soon introduced Khushi to her friends. They were more than happy to welcome Khushi. They'd heard of her from Payal at some occasions but did not know much about her.
Khushi had completed her graduation from a different college in some other city. Now she'd come back to her own city and joined her jiji's college for further studies.
Khushi..', Arnav spoke to himself, relishing the sound of her name as it flowed like a soft melody on his lips. Honestly, he had started looking forward to college more than ever now. Because there existed this innocent magnetic pull called Khushi.
Though they weren't in same class, but both of them were more than enthusiastic to come to college. The free times whenever possible, the evenings, the breaks between lectures were the best moments because all the friends would meet in the cafeteria and have so much fun.
The first meeting, that is the otherwise terrible incident, had turned out ironically lovely for them, for it had given them both, a much deeper insight into each others' warmth and respecting nature at the very first meet.
He had got to know that she was a headstrong woman not meant to mess with, that she could be soft and fragile, hard and tough, at the same time. And that it would be the type of people who decided which shade of hers dominated.
She had come to know about the most fascinating man she'd ever met. He had deep respect for women. And for genuine people. If people messed up with him unnecessarily, he gave them back with due interest, be it men or women. She didn't know why but she always felt a charismatic pull towards him. Maybe it was his eyes that did the trick. She loved drowning in those deep intense fierce and yet warm, orbs. And she couldn't deny that she was strongly drawn to his persona.
The case wasn't different for Arnav either. He had never met as mesmerising a woman as Khushi. Her eyes. Those damn endless honeyed oceans of innocence. And those long black eye-lashes which danced at her tunes. He could just look into her eyes forever and not get fed up.
It were the glances they gave and took of each other, that intensified the warm fuzzy and yet intense feeling that they had among themselves.
Thus, they had their own language, their own way of communication - their eyes. As if they never needed words to let each other know what they felt. Both of them knew the power their eyes had while glimpsing at each other and none of them denied the attraction.
One such day...
Though Khushi would always come along with Payal to the college, but today she had gotten late. She didn't feel well as her monthly thing troubled her. So she had asked Payal to go ahead, as anyway her (Khushi's) lectures were late in afternoon so she could come later.
Later on in afternoon, she still wasn't feeling well but the sincere student in her didn't agree. She could have easily bunked or rather, taken a leave today, but she did not want to miss the first few initial days' lectures. There was just some thrill about it, she believed. So making a determined mind, she dragged herself to bathroom and got ready for the day.
At College...
After parking her scooty and wiping the sweat off her forehead, she was making way to her class when she suddenly felt another pang of cramp hitting her lower abdomen. "Damn hell", she swore under her breath, as she gently rubbed the kurti she was wearing, massaging her lower abdomen.
"If I enter the lectures, I wouldn't be able to come out for another 4 hours.", she self talked and debated whether she should attend them or not. Because the lectures were back to back.
"My back will turn into a nice icy stone full of crappy pain..huh", she annoyingly murmured. Basically, now the No-lectures mood was clearly dominating over Yes-lectures one and she decided to go back to home. She was mad at herself for not making good decisions, or rather the inability to stick to them.
As soon as she turned around in the corridor, unfortunately she came face to face with the leeches she definitely did not want to see. Or encounter. Or even to look at. Not NOW atleast. Bubbling rage overpowered her as she saw the same morons of the first day, approaching her.
"Bloody jobless rats. College kyun aate hain jab yahi sab harkatein karni hoti hain (Why do they even come to college when all they do is such stuff?)", she rattled aloud, enough for the targets to hear them.
"She's got guts. Hasn't she?", one of them whispered aloud to the another, with a disgusting smile creeping up on his lips. "But won't carry on. Not after what we're upto now.", the other replied with an equally sickening tone.
There were three of them, she noticed. She was already alarmed and alerted, and this time she was not going to let them have their way with her. She easily recognised the one moron who was familiar, while the other two seemed to be his so called mates cum slaves.
Though the corridors appeared empty, what with the full-fledged lectures going on in all classes, she held her confidence with all her might.
"So... Khushi, right?", one of them spoke, finally reaching to her.
"Yeah. But I guess I won't be one.. for you. Rather exactly opposite I guess", she spoke in a menacing tone, a half-smirk hanging on the side of her lips. Taken aback by her audacity, both of them looked at each other with a surprised look, before turning to her, the creepy smile back on the creepier lips.
While they were having the time of their life passing each other the disgusting smiles, Khushi gently slid out a pepper spray from her handbag, her action so silent and graceful, even the morons missed on it.
" Yeah? Not a Khushi' for us hmm? Well you're lot more than just a happiness, darling. It will be our pleasure to let you know how much of a khushi' you are to us.", their leader spoke in such a dirty sweet tone, Khushi could feel herself puking and cringing.
"How about tonight? You and we three. Makes the four of us. God, I can't even begin to imagine the fun...", one began "Banging her!", other mouthed to the previous person.
"f**king sure.", Khushi said with a tight-lipped smile, forcing her hand forward, to attack the creeps with the pepper.
And BAMMM.
Silence for a few seconds followed. She felt a wincing pain at her wrist, which was held in a way tight grip by the leader-moron. He had out-done her in her attack, grabbed her spray bottle before she could use it and thrown it loud against a wall. Yet Khushi had managed to spray some of the prickly pepper in his nose.
"What do you think you are doing, you little bitch?", he grit his teeth in such a dangerous way, Khushi was out of her wits by now. No, out of wits AND courage by now.
But before she could think of how to tackle the situation further, she saw the expressions on the trio's faces changing fast, way fast. They were looking in the direction behind her.
"He's coming here yaar. What do we do now?", one of them whispered to the leader-moron, indicating that someone was approaching towards them. That, the whosoever someone who was approaching, Khushi noticed, had enough intimidating power to send these rascals into a sweat-filled frenzy.
"Can't run now. He's almost here. Think. THINK", nearly all of them murmured, babbled in unison.
"What are you doing Khushi? Please leave my hand.", the creep who was holding her wrist, immediately loosened his grip and made her hand hold his, instead. "Khushi please. We beg you.", they said aloud.
Khushi was so stupefied with the sudden change in the atmosphere, and their expressions, and words, that she couldn't even move her hand. Momentary paralysis, again. She hated it so much.
And then it hit her. That warm familiar breeze. The whiff of affectionate-someone hit her nostrils and she relaxed, instantly. Her senses kicked in and she pulled her hand back. She would never ever hold or even touch a rascal's hand. Huh!
"Khushi. What you are asking of us is... is impossible. We may be bad people.. the mean bullies.. but Khushi we are not that cheap. Please don't ask us for... for, god I can't even say that out loud.", the slave-creep said aloud, with a fake broken voice, making sure Arnav, the raging force, was in the earshot.
"What the f**k", was all that came out of Khushi's mouth, ofcourse, after 5 seconds of those cheap words, since her eyes took that amount of time to go all round and saucers. Well now she knew what they were upto.
Since they could not run in time, they were framing her instead. But before she could even utter another word, or even open her mouth to do so, a firm yet gentle hand, circled around her shoulder, supporting her back.
"Thank god Arnav you came. I.. uh.. How do I say it? Arnav please ask Khushi to not force us to do something what we cannot do. Not as long as we live.", one of the creeps pleaded to Arnav, his voice really really pleading.
While Khushi looked into the eyes of the person, right beside her, holding her firm, the eyes of the concerned person never met hers. Instead, they were so blank right now, the fiercely kinda blank. They bored deep into the six disgusting ones, challenging and daring them to come up with all they could.
"Arnav I did not ask for anything from them. These bloody rats are lying.", she spoke fiercely, though her voice was mildly shaking, due to both, the shock of witnessing such low level of sickness and on top of that, Arnav's cold demeanour.
"Anything else?", His first words came into picture, as he spoke to the three morons. "Want to add anything else?", he asked with all the control he could muster, over his rage as he tried to sound normal.
And the morons couldn't have been any more stupid. "Just sa.. save us from her. She asks for disgusting stuff which we can never ever even think of.", one of them was trying to come up with tears in his eyes, and got partly succeeded.
"I will.", He spoke with the most cold voice ever, and Khushi stood numb.
And the next second, he was walking away from the morons, holding Khushi's hand and dragging her along with him.
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