TR SS: CONVOLUTED (Completed) - Page 10

I slammed the home door shut and went in to the kitchen to grab some food for my starving stomach.

"Omg Teetli! Itna khayegi toh moti hojaye gi?" Sne yelled when she saw me with a bag of popcorn, a glass of orange juice and a three layer veggie sandwich.

" Haan toh mujhe kahan kisi prince charming ko impress karna hai...hone do mujhe moti...who cares," I took a bite into the vegetable sandwich and felt pure bliss in my mouth.

The taste of the ketchup mixed in with the cheese and masala was enough to send me to heaven. After finishing the sandwich and juice, I took the popcorn and went to the living room to watch a movie or something.

"How was your day Teetli?!" Kiki asked while painting her nails.

I let out a sigh, "Well nothing out of the blue...made a few friends, met a few professors and then collided with a khadoos asshat."

"WHAT?!"

See, when your elder sister exclaims like that it means that unless you don't spill the beans she will annoy the shit out of you with the "Tell me tell me" or the "I'm going to tell mom if you don't" etc.

So I narrated my story of meeting that khadoos to Kiki and much to my displeasure my sister found that I was as fault and he was right.

"Kiki you're my sister!" I yelled at her.

"Oh but bichara...you ruined his shirt yaar'"

"Haan...toh..maine kaha tha use Nirma washing powder ki advertisement karne ke liye?" I said referring to the extremely clean, crisp and white shirt he had been wearing.

"Just leave the guy alone Teetli. Maybe he had a bad day...don't be so harsh." Saying that she walked away.

Was I too harsh on judging him?

Maybe you were Teetli...maybe you should give him a second chance. Yes, that's what I will do. I will give him a chance.

Uff'I sound like we just broke up and I am trying to get back with him...eww..ugh.

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The next day seemed to go much better. For some weird reason I have always been the type to find hard questions and lessons entertaining compared to the easy ones. Today I didn't go in the canteen during lunch but made my way to the library to check out a book on Psychological Disorders.

The library was my home away from home. Quiet, peaceful and independent. No one bothered you here and no one really cared about what you were doing either. Whenever I used to feel alone during elementary school I would find a desk to sit at and a nice book to read. Those were the best times because when alone I discovered a lot about myself.

I reached the book that I had been wanting to take out. I grabbed it and...wait...it didn't budge.

What the hell? Why wasn't the book coming out of the shelf?

I pulled it again...and...again...and one last time with all my might.

THUD!!

I had fallen on the floor. A few books had toppled on to my head and students around me were staring. They gave me weird looks and walked on.

I was confused myself. So I had grabbed on to that book which happened to be squished in between many other books and had tried to take it out. But it just wouldn't come out! I then tried to pull the book out with all my might, and that I did but then fell to the ground. It felt like suddenly someone had just let go of their side of the rope while playing tug-of-war and I had lost my balance.

I chucked all the thoughts aside and stood up to see what had been on the other side of the shelf/book. And there he was. Standing there with a devilish smirk on his face.

"TUM!" I yelled but in a hushed voice (if you know what I mean). His smirk reached his dimples while the expression lines on my forehead grew deeper.

"Well well...look who I see here." His voice was low, husky but seemed to be mocking me.

"Waise tumne meri life kharab karne ka contract le rakha hai kya?"

"WHAT?!" Was this guy for real?

"Dekho mister..."

"Singhania" He completed my sentence.

"Haan joh bhi ho. I have no interest in your life. Also, even if I was offered a contract I wouldn't accept it because I don't want to lose my precious time on an egocentric person like you." I glared at him for a second before stomping out of the shelves and to the library line.

As I made my way out I could hear him slightly mumble the word "Tsunami".

Did he just call me tsunami?! Ugh! That...that...that bitch!

You know what scratch that idea of giving that pig a second chance. Second chance gaya bhaad mein!

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I marched into the canteen and slammed my bag down on the table.

"Aaree...miss chilli express kya hogaya?" Swayam asked as Nilesh passed me a glass of cold water.

"Chodna yaar...koi khadoos Singhania meri life barbad karne pe tula hua hai." I rolled my eyes just thinking about him and his stupid smirk. How I wanted to smack it off his face.

While gulping down my cold water I saw that the boys were smiling at each other and talking in their own sign language. Confused I asked, "Yeh tum log kar kya rahe ho?"

"Allee Taaniii woh hum dance class ki plactice kal lahe hai." Amar said.

"Huh?"

"Abe..iska matlab woh dance class ki practice kar rahe the." I smiled at Bharat for translating but was still confused.

"Taani woh woh...bharatnatyam mein yun yun ankhein and expressions karne padte haina...bas aise hi hum practice kar rahe the," Vicky clarified.

"Oh accha...now I know what you guys meant. Anyway, I'm off to class. Bye guys!"

Swayam's P.O.V

"Chodna yaar...koi khadoos Singhania meri life barbad karne pe tula hua hai." Taani said as she came and sat at our table.

We all looked at each other and thought the same thing. Singhania? There was only one Singhania in the whole college and that was...Rey!

The way that she had complained about him and gotten angry gave us a plan. A plan that might just change Rey and Taani's life forever.

Precap:

What in the name of fudgecles was happening!