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Its about Arjun who is a loser type but eventually his life will flip. Arohi who has perfect running with life but table flips.
Part 1
Perfectly Parting his hair with a black comb,he smiled at the mirror grinning with his imperfect structure of teeth,covered in metal braces.ruffling his hands down the checkered shirt with full sleeve arms he massaged any cresses along his path. Neatly Inserting his arms into a woolly sleeveless jumper he adjusted his collar until perfection lay.He picked up the final touch, his black thick framed glasses. Popping them on to his face he tweaked them continuously until he found a comfortable positioning.
"Sir, your car Is ready." his butler James informed."I'll be down in a second." swinging his two toned bag pack over his slim shoulder he ran down a set of marble stair case lending his hand on the barrier for support.
Waiting in the drive way,his driver stood holding open the door with his wrinkled hand untucked under the handle. Seating himself quietly behind, briskly ignoring the beautiful seamer of nature around his eyes.
The car came to an halt with a breaking push, stepping out with his lower body leaving first. Scrambling with his light brown toned hand he picked up his bag and shut the door.
Reading through the colour lines, of unknown infusion. Unaware what he may have to face today. Some days worser than others or some a sigh of relief at delhi central college.
Untucking his books into the locker, feebly stacking them perfectly with an inclosed gap. Shutting and locking his locker, his ears picked up a close distant cruel laughter.
"hey Arjun"turning his body to face his daily headache."oh hang on a moment it's my slave boy." he was his biggest nightmare rohan kapoor. He had everything fanciness and flown, girls wanted to meet him and guys wanted to be him. Arjun Sometimes at night he dreamed about how he could exile rohan off his imagery throne, Dream and reality are of course to separate worlds.lowering his eyes looking at all those teenagers who complain about they boring and unadventurous life. It was real for him he was an lonely individual who did not even posses a single friend.
"done my homework." shaking his head he took out a White paper From his bag. Snatching it out of his hands rohan skimmed carelessly through it. Just about when Arjun was about leave, rohans foot. He tripped face flat a painful crack smacked him in the face." slam dunk!" his limitless crew Shouted as they laughter joined.
Clenching his fist together urging his body to leap forward so he could punch the lights out of rohans face but he could not. Unclenching fist he lowered his fingers down.
I am worthless no one but a loser. I am a nobody. Kicking himself Damn me ! And I'm also gifted with useless and shit eye sight.
Searching for his glasses he picked them up.gathering himself he began making his way to the first period. Yes as it was Arjuns miserable life another hurtful moment was about to come. " watch it you loser! Don't try coming close to me." another assassin of Rohan's army Mikel pushed him as Arjuns back fiercely hit the metal lockers. Grieving the pain like the other bruises.
Second later there she was walking by ignoring me the invisible boy. Arohi Singh a dime curve with a heartbreaking smile, lush lips with a distant shine, dark eyes with Intense warmth and skin untouchably soft.
Every other day I pump myself with untrue words about how am going to tell her how much i love her. What an idiot ! I can't even barley open my mouth in front of her. Pushing his glasses back with a point of finger he sighed as he made his way to class.
Its about Arjun who is a loser type but eventually his life will flip. Arohi who has perfect running with life but table flips.
Part 1
Perfectly Parting his hair with a black comb,he smiled at the mirror grinning with his imperfect structure of teeth,covered in metal braces.ruffling his hands down the checkered shirt with full sleeve arms he massaged any cresses along his path. Neatly Inserting his arms into a woolly sleeveless jumper he adjusted his collar until perfection lay.He picked up the final touch, his black thick framed glasses. Popping them on to his face he tweaked them continuously until he found a comfortable positioning.
"Sir, your car Is ready." his butler James informed."I'll be down in a second." swinging his two toned bag pack over his slim shoulder he ran down a set of marble stair case lending his hand on the barrier for support.
Waiting in the drive way,his driver stood holding open the door with his wrinkled hand untucked under the handle. Seating himself quietly behind, briskly ignoring the beautiful seamer of nature around his eyes.
The car came to an halt with a breaking push, stepping out with his lower body leaving first. Scrambling with his light brown toned hand he picked up his bag and shut the door.
Reading through the colour lines, of unknown infusion. Unaware what he may have to face today. Some days worser than others or some a sigh of relief at delhi central college.
Untucking his books into the locker, feebly stacking them perfectly with an inclosed gap. Shutting and locking his locker, his ears picked up a close distant cruel laughter.
"hey Arjun"turning his body to face his daily headache."oh hang on a moment it's my slave boy." he was his biggest nightmare rohan kapoor. He had everything fanciness and flown, girls wanted to meet him and guys wanted to be him. Arjun Sometimes at night he dreamed about how he could exile rohan off his imagery throne, Dream and reality are of course to separate worlds.lowering his eyes looking at all those teenagers who complain about they boring and unadventurous life. It was real for him he was an lonely individual who did not even posses a single friend.
"done my homework." shaking his head he took out a White paper From his bag. Snatching it out of his hands rohan skimmed carelessly through it. Just about when Arjun was about leave, rohans foot. He tripped face flat a painful crack smacked him in the face." slam dunk!" his limitless crew Shouted as they laughter joined.
Clenching his fist together urging his body to leap forward so he could punch the lights out of rohans face but he could not. Unclenching fist he lowered his fingers down.
I am worthless no one but a loser. I am a nobody. Kicking himself Damn me ! And I'm also gifted with useless and shit eye sight.
Searching for his glasses he picked them up.gathering himself he began making his way to the first period. Yes as it was Arjuns miserable life another hurtful moment was about to come. " watch it you loser! Don't try coming close to me." another assassin of Rohan's army Mikel pushed him as Arjuns back fiercely hit the metal lockers. Grieving the pain like the other bruises.
Second later there she was walking by ignoring me the invisible boy. Arohi Singh a dime curve with a heartbreaking smile, lush lips with a distant shine, dark eyes with Intense warmth and skin untouchably soft.
Every other day I pump myself with untrue words about how am going to tell her how much i love her. What an idiot ! I can't even barley open my mouth in front of her. Pushing his glasses back with a point of finger he sighed as he made his way to class.
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