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" I hope we come out to be awesome twosome!" I exclaimed.

One second! Did I just say that? Me? Arnav singh Raizada! I felt like slapping my mouth. But imagining this utterly stupid scenario of me hitting my mouth, I controlled my emotions and my sly mouth couldn't hide its grin.

Deal with you later, Mister mouth!

I looked at Khushi. She had same 3 O's. Well, that was expected! This is how Prince Charles would have also reacted if all of a sudden I go to him and put my hands around his shoulder and say –"Hey buddy! What's up?" And she was just "Khushi".

Um…where did this Prince Charles come from? F*ck!

In between my thoughts about discovery of Prince Charles, I heard a small voice say – "I wish the same!"

I looked at the direction, and saw Khushi saying this…with all her 3O's vanished and a sweet smile spread on her face.

Well, I can't deny the fact; she looks beeaauttiful when she smiles.

"Cool then! Everyone, sit with your partners and discuss out everything. If you need any help, meet me after college. Okay?" suddenly, Mrs. Sharma broke my chain of beautiful thoughts.

Both me and Khushi looked towards her and nodded. Then again, like a table fan which moves in every direction, our face turned towards each other and due to some technical problem, I guess, it struck there.

I was too engrossed in her eyes and her faint smile and, probably she was in mine. We didn't realise when our respective partners got up from their seats and made their way towards their assigned partners for project.

Slowly, like a Cinderella, in a slow motion… I feel, Khushi dreamingly moved towards me and stood there like a statue. But, I didn't mind her standing like that and looking at me. From nowhere, I felt someone forcing up my hand to pull chair for her. Probably, the soul of IPK's Arnav was doing so! Hmm…Supernatural powers!

But, he is fictional and I…um…whatever!

I pulled chair for her and while still smiling and looking at me, she sat down.

There was awkward silence between us and I, like a boss, started our conversation.

"Umm…lets discuss", I exclaimed.

Then, while laughing and enjoying each other's company, we discussed our project. We were almost lost in each other…smiling, discussing and like small kids agreeing to one another. People around us were just looking at us and smiling…taking pleasure of this beautiful sight, beautiful relationship which we two, who were strangers a while ago, were sharing.

This is what you have thought have happened. Sorry! I have to break your dream bubble. This was NOT that happened. I tell you, reality s*cks! Here's what ACTUALLY happened.

So, where was I? Um…Yah!

Slowly, I pulled chair for her and started our discussion. But instead of ending with a happy note, where people would stare us and room heat up with jealous…we ended up fighting with each other. I said something and she said other thing. My ideas were told vague by her and her ideas were tagged as "too Girly" by me! Room did heat up, but that was because of our heated discussion and people did smile, in fact, laughed at "The Beautiful relationship" that 2 strangers a while ago and now almost enemy now were sharing.

*Sigh* I told you naa, reality s*cks!

"Fine", she banged her book hard on desk.

"Yah Madam! Fine!" I banged much harder than her!

"I am going to Mrs. Sharma! I can't work with a stubborn guy like you! IPK's Khushi says right…all Arnav singh Raizadas are Laad Governor!" she taunted.

"And, all Khushis are Sanka Devi!" I taunted back.

Suddenly her anger vanished and in low tone she asked," You also watch IPK?"

Whatt kind of girl she is? Just few micromilli seconds ago she was fighting with me, at a very very high pitch and now…I mean, what the..?

"No…um…my sister and mom watches so…but, whatever maybe, I am NOT gonna work with you!!" I replied.

Her soft expression changed into anger once again and she replied me with much higher tone," Neither I am interested in working with you Mr. Raizada! I am going to Mrs. Sharma for changing my partner!" saying this, she barged out of the class…leaving me in utter confusion about her different avatars!

I must launch a book with a title "Sanka Devi and her different Avatars"

*Special offers for first 20 copies*.

Coming out of my dream world and promising myself to surely write book on Khushi, I saluted internally to Mr. Raizada of IPK who fell in love with this Real Khushi looking like Character. Sighing, I went out, towards Mrs. Sharma, for appealing her to change my partner.

As I went outside, I saw Khushi at not a very large distance. My Birbal brain, advised, Arnav singh Raziada the great, that, if Khushi went before me, Mrs. Sharma would think I have irritated her and she is intelligent and not suitable to work with stupid like me! But, a person with Birbal like brain can never be stupid and I am the one, who is not interested in working with this Girly brain!

I increased my pace and went ahead of her. Well, she was not stupid as I thought. She understood my so-called cruel intentions and increased her pace like me. You think, I would bow down?

NO!

So, I too increased my pace and after few seconds, it was like two thirst and hungry people were running, exchanging glares, pacing towards the only food kept for one of us. Our teachers would have committed suicide or would have called zoo management seeing the way we fought to enter the staff room.

"Behave yourself", she barked.

"You behave!" I barked back.

"You insane!" she yelled while pushing me side ways at the entrance of staff room.

"You mad girl!" I too fired.

Like this we kept pushing each other sideways, as if we were ping pong balls that two walls beside us were playing with.

"Mrs. Sharma, listen to me!" I yelled out while pushing her.

"No no…listen to me!" Khushi yelled out like me.

"CopyCat!" I accused her.

"You copy Male Cat" she accused back.

While we accused each other with different kinds of animal like hippo, bear, and what not, whole staff room glanced at Mrs. Sharma , who was hiding her face with whatever she got. Now, the whole staff room knew that we the different animals of India belong to her.

Unable to take embarrassment anymore, she got up from her seat, and still hiding her face came towards us. And like small baby sparrows we chirped our demands while the mummy sparrow…I mean Mrs. Sharma stood there, folding her hands.

"Enough!" finally she barked.

We stopped pushing each other, stopped assigning animal name for each other and stopped our demands. We silently stood there, unknowingly still sticking to each other.

"In between your accusations and demand all I heard was that you don't want to work with each other! Well, I would have considered that if you hadn't come up like this. But now, as a punishment, you both have to work together…" Mrs. Sharma declared.

"But Ma'am" and before we both could say anything further, she continued,

"Together…as enemies or friends! Your choice! Now out you go!" she barked and closed the staff room door on our face!

She lacks Good Manners!

After being insulted by our own selves, we made our way outside the college. Our face had fallen so much that it could have fallen anytime. It felt that I was chained with this Girly Brain!

*Sigh*

All sad and covered with gloom of working together, we made our way to public garden and sat on a bench... our backs facing towards each other.

Seriously, who knew that behind that extra superb, beautiful and cute smile is fighting, ready to kill girl. I sighed yet again and I think, Khushi did the same! Between our gloom of thoughts I heard a squeaky voice…

"Tinni!"

I looked in the direction of sound. At a distance, stood a cutipie , sweetpie, apple pie, chocopie and all other pies, 5-6 yr old girl. She wore a cute frock and was searching for her friend called…um…what she said…yah..Ti…Tin…Tinni!

I cursed that friend of hers, who left this sweet heart in middle of park.

She continued, now in lil bit higher volume," Tinniii!!"

Still the guy or girl didn't come up.

And, in minutes, my assumption of the 5-6yr old as all kinds of Pie came crashing down and soon I got the reason, why her friend didn't spring up.

After a while of waiting she shouted in her aguish filled squeaky voice, "TINNNIII".

Quickly a little guy of same age of hers came up from somewhere, with fear written on his face. As soon as he came up to her, she stood there…hands on her waist, tapping her feet.

The poor guy apologised," Sowwie"

And without thinking, that sweetipie, now Anti-Tinni beat her left and right with her small hands. I was watching a child being abused in front of my own eyes, but couldn't help him. I looked towards Khushi, who was also watching Tinni being hit by Anti-Tinni girl, with same 3O's.

My mind raced back to time when Khushi was fighting with me. I glanced back at that girl and then again at Khushi. Again I looked at that girl, then towards poor Tinni.

I saw Khushi in Anti-Tinni girl and Me in that poor Tinni.

Wow! I just now saw my n her childhood and our hypothetical childhood made me realise that I did wrong…in fact really very very wrong by putting oil in fire!

God! Could you be kind enough on me…but before that on that poor child!