True Love and Other Disasters.
Prologue
Of all the crap, crap, crappy days she's ever had in her whole crap life.
On the scale of one to ten we're talking...a minus eight. And not that she has very high standards to begin with. Rain splattered on her collar as she made her way to the college first thing in the morning. Damn it was dawn here. Okay fine it was 8:45 in the morning and she's royally late for her first lesson which starts at 8:45 but that's still dawn if you count the sky still being dark! It was one those awful mid winter mornings in London when the sun sets at 3 pm (no jokes!) and don't come out till her lunchtime! Great the sun has a more luxuries and liberties than her these days.
Her feet were agony. Remind her not to buy shoes from sale again! That bitch of a sales woman sold her a pair of flats (she only wears flats because she has no dark desire to fall on her face and look like Lord voldemort from Harry Potter!) half size too small swearing that they'll stretch and make her legs look all long and sexy. Such a sucker!
She finally made her way to the college and it was already 9:00 am. Great she's fifteen minutes late and her biology teacher (bitch from hell) will lock her out of the class again and ignore her loud, maniac knocking. As expected when she stepped into the building, no one was lurking around to see Riddhima in a drenched-raped-by-a-cat look. But before she could take a sigh of relief, a guy came from one of the corridors talking on his phone and Riddhima froze.
The guy passed a casual glance towards her and did a double take. Slowly his lips curved upwards and before Riddhima could run away, he broke into fits of laughter. Apologizing to the other person on the phone, he snapped shut his phone but kept laughing causing Riddhima to squirm on the wet carpet she created. Sure she didn't look that hilarious.
"Screw you Armaan." She barked and walked into one of the corridors. His insulting laughter still ringing in her ears as she literally ran into the toilets when she was out of Armaan's view and saw her face into the mirror. Nooo she looked like a cat dragged into a fight! And out of all the kuttas and kaminas on this planet, that jerk Armaan had to see her. Her hair were glued to her pale washed face and damn it, her eye liner was streaming down her cheeks like black tears. And those stupid cosmetics people said that this little bottle of shit was waterproof as well!
And worsen her pain, ARMAAN SAW HER LIKE THIS AND HE LAUGHED HIS ASS OFF! She could have wept with embarrassment. For those who don't know, she and Armaan had this silent war going on between them since first day of college. It all started with Armaan calling her a dimwit in front of the whole class when she shouted the wrong answer confidently. Okay fine she's not exactly a granddaughter of Albert Einstein, but that doesn't mean that Armaan the rat will call her such degrading names. Tch. Then she tripped him off the stairs the very next hour he called her a dimwit (such a degrading name. He's so immature really). He fell straight on her ass (too bad he didn't fell on his face and cracked open his skull). Anyways he took that little incident on his heart *rolls eyes* and started a war! Like whatever. If Armaan wasn't cute (which is totally unfair god since he's a jerk), then Riddhima would've ignored him totally and showed him her hand to talk to. But for some odd reason she just can't ignore Armaan. It's like he's grown onto her. Like a mould.
She skived her first lesson as she was already half an hour late and it wasn't like that biology bitch would've opened the door in this life time. So she goes and sits in the canteen alone while trying to dry off her damp clothes.
"Is it just your luck or do you really like entertaining me first thing in the morning?" Armaan came and sat on the chair in front of her.
Riddhima eyed him warily. "I don't remember inviting you to join me." Her lips perked up. "Although I do appreciate your love and craving for my blissful company."
Armaan saw his enemy spitting crap again. Jesus, this girl can never say anything pleasant in his company. She has to be her usual sarcastic bitchy self who has an awful taste for clothing. Swear to god. Today she was wearing a bright orange leather jacket and beneath that jacket, she wore a dress of every imaginable colour. But the colour nightmare didn't stop with her clothing. The top of her hair was black, with an unnatural shade of reddish pink beneath. Jesus who does that? "How come you're skiving your lesson today?" he ignored her original question. It was nonsense anyways. Even though she was kinda skinny but in a cute way. She wasn't his type. He would never hook up with a girl who looks like paint splattered canvas most of her day.
She narrowed her eyes in suspicion and he noticed her grass green eyes. He didn't know much about women's fashion, but even he knew no one should wear that many bright colours together. It was like staring at the sun for too long and he feared he'll get a blind spot. She blinked her eyes as if she knew what was he thinking (he sincerely hoped not). "How the hell do you know my timetable? Don't say you're those people who are so sad that they stalk people just to kill time." She said through a big grin, which might have been cute if it wasn't so annoying.
God he hated cheerful people. Time to piss her off. "You don't sound Russian."
"I am not."
He lowered his gaze on her orange jacket. "So why are you always dressed like you're just off the boat?"
She glanced down at her dress and pointed out. All grin vanished. "It's my Pucci."
Armaan was pretty sure she hadn't said 'pussy', but it had sure sounded like it. "I am going to go blind looking at you."
He could tell she was gritting teeth. "Then get the hell out of my face, rat!"
He pursed his lips to stop his smile. "Ah, now that's not very nice Riddhima."
"I am not very nice."
"You're not very politically correct either." He pointed out lazily with sheer amusement.
After a few deep breaths, she calmed herself down. She pointed towards the front of the canteen. "The door's that way. Don't let it hit your ass on your way out."
This time he threw his head back and laughed. "You know Riddhima, I think we're going to get along great."
She raised her brow. "Are you..." she shook her head as if looking for a right word. "What's the politically correct term for 'retarted'?"
"I think the words you're looking for is 'mentally disabled'. And no I am not mentally disabled."
"You sure." She pushed her chair back.
"Definitely." Armaan gave her his big fake smile. See even he can pretend to be cheerful. Okay fine! Riddhima can actually make him laugh. That's just 'cause she's a weirdo. "Although there was a time last year, when I fell doing a keg stand. Knocked myself right out. I might have lost a few brain cells that night."
"Without question." She got up from her chair and went out of the canteen. He could tell he's pissed her off. Royally. Her hips swayed gently as she opened the double doors and left the canteen. Suddenly his eyes landed on something shiny on the floor next to riddhima's empty chair and realised it was handbag. Jesus, a shiny maroon handbag! He stood up and examined her handbag as if it was a species under a microscope. The thing smelled like her. Fresh and flowery.
"RIDDHIMA YOUR HANDBAG!" he shouted but too late. She was already gone.
What a serious asshole. Riddhima shrugged out of her leather jacket and called Armaan a few more colourful names. She looked up at the ceiling. "Thanks a lot god. I thought the guy was just difficult but you might as well have mentioned that he's a straight-up tool!" she kept walking down the corridor. "First he laughed at me and then he insulted my Pucci. A little forewarning would have been good about this day."
She pulled the tight dress away from her chest to let some cool air in. The bloody dress has also gone tight. OMYGAWD! Was she going fat? It was all that Armaan Mallik's fault. No, he hadn't made her eat all those cheese dunk sticks last week, but she felt like blaming him anyway. He was jock. That was reason enough.
God she hated people like Armaan Mallik who think they are better than everybody else. Okay fine that guy was a tad cute with ah-mazing pacific blue eyes. But he was too arrogant and snobbish for her taste. Can you believe he actually called her a dimwit on the first day of college? That was so immature. Huh.
She started walking towards the stairs and noticed the floor was wet. Probably due to the bloody rain which was pouring since the day she came into this world! She took a careful step down the stairs and was about to take another one, when Armaan called her from behind. She turned around to see him running towards her with her handbag.
"Riddhima you dimwit, you forgot you- WOAH. SHIT" his trainers slipped on the wet floor and he came straight on to her.
"Armaan the floor's we-" before she could complete her warning, she felt all his weight on to her and she fell backwards. Her head hit the concrete steps with a thud and she could've sworn she saw stars before everything went black. Kamina Armaan ka baccha!
PRECAP- "I am fine doctor, just a little headache. That little bas***d fell right on me and I fell backwards on the steps." Riddhima bitched about Armaan.
"Okay Riddhima these questions might seem a little strange to you but don't get alarmed. These are our one of our standard checks." The doctor smiled sweetly. Aww he's cute. "What year are we in right now?"
Riddhima snorted at the weirdness of the question. As if she could get that wrong. She wasn't that dimwit as well. "It's 2002"
The whole room went still. The doctor exchanged glances with the nurse. "Now, Riddhima listen to me carefully." He sat down on the edge of the bed. "Today is 6th may 2011."
His face was serious. All the others appear to be serious. What the...?
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INDEX
PROLOGUE- UPPP
PART 1- PG 4
PART 2- PG 20
PART 3- PG 39
PART 4- PG 80
PART 5- PG 128
PART 6- PG 136
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