Randhir Singh Shekhawat , the brightest student in the whole college , sat there , in the library , reading a book of Quantum Physics. The library would usually be occupied by students , their constant whispers , nagging , the teacher yelling and the list goes on! But today , the Library , to his surprise was quiet. No whispering , no nagging , no yelling.
"Acha hi hai! Now I can study properly!" he rolled his eyes and continued with his 'Quantum Physics'.
He was in the middle of the 3rd chapter when suddenly , he felt something ticklish near his ankle. He thought of looking down but then jerked off the idea. After some time it again started. "what the..." he exclaimed and went down to have a look under the table.
"This goes here , and then the basement goes..." to Randhir's shock , he saw a girl sitting under the table , mumbling to herself , God knows what and throwing her hands away resulting in tickling him.
"Who the hell are you? Aur mujhe cher te hue tumhe sharam nahi aati?" Randhir yelled at her , making the screw-driver from her hand , fall.
She looked at him with her honey orbs , astonished , surprised , irritated but not scared, grumpy but not intimidating her.
''Excuse me? Sir? I am Sanyukta Aggarwal Second Year student, ME. Mujhe kyun sharm aayega? xO Aur Chedna? Aapko mai kyun chedungi??'' the girl replied, as calmly as possible, but clearly bewildered.
She finally spotted the thing she'd been searching for, near Randhir's foot. She stretched her hand towards it but Randhir immediately jumped back in fear as he thought she'd come to do what they called , ''Charne chumna'' ya ''charne spursh karna''.
''Hah! Seriously Randhir. You aren't that famous a guy, for newbies to come and touch your feet! But Hey! They might, you know? To take your blessings!'', Randhir mused, smirking proudly.
Sanyukta crawled out of her place, under the table, and dusted her kurti. She'd been making a model of her dad's factory when an important piece of the model had fallen down. She'd been waving her hands and frantically searching for it, when that idiot guy taunted her.
''Aah! Thank God mujhe mil gaya! Phew!'', Sanyukta exclaimed, bubbling with relief.
"Iss larki ko kya mera hi desk mila tha niche baithne ke liye?" Randhir mentally accused her.
Randhir stared at the girl, scrutinizing her attire. She was wearing a pink kurti and a white patiala. He hands were covered in grease and as he watched in utter amazement, she relished the smell of grease on her hands.
''Gosh! A girl who likes the smell of grease? A girl who's doing ME? Wait a minute. She's doing ME? Dont tell me she's gonna be in my class? Damn What the hell is wrong with FITE? Have they gone nuts or what? Allowing a stupid girl to study ME.!'' Randhir thought, irritated.
But Randhir was pulled out his musings, and Sanyukta, out of her ''Machine-and-Grease-is-My-life'' world, as they heard a ''Click''.
''Oh No, they didnt! They didn't just lock up the library, did they?'', Randhir and Sanyukta both, together exclaimed!
They got up and rushed towards the door.
They tried to open it.
But in vain.
The.Door.Was.Locked.
And two barely-knowing-each-other ME students, were stuck inside the library.
For the whole damn night.
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"What happens when two diametrically opposite and unknown people get locked up in the same room at night? What happens when they try to escape each other and fate brings them back together again? Randhir and Sanyukta are total strangers. But this one incident , changes their lives forever! But the most important question , will the sparks fly?"
