Hello again people! Zoya di and me, are completely overwhelmed by the wonderful response xP I didn't do anything xP I wrote rubbish, Di did the magic xP But anyway, we are back again with a chapter one! Hopefully you'll all like it :)
And the door gets locked. Great. Two strangers , locked up in a room filled with books. Just Books. What else could go wrong. But Sanyukta's Bhagwan ji was on a roll today. He smiled at the two strangers knowing very well what the future held for them.
And suddenly , the lights and fans went off.
"Wow! This is ridiculous! Getting locked up that to with a stupid GIRL wasn't enough for me! Damn this powercut!" Randhir mentally cursed Sanyukta.
"Oh no! Aab kya Karen? How am I supposed to get out of here?" she thought. She walked towards the door and banged her fists. "Is anybody there? Please darwaza kholo! Please help!" she yelled. Randhir was frustrated.
"It's 12:56 am at night! Everyone is sleeping! Miss Damsel in Distress!" he yelled.
"I knew it! It was your plan to lock me up here!" she yelled , pointing her finger at him and poking his chest.
"Oh hello? Apna dimaag kya ghar bhul ke aayi ho? If I have had such a plan , why would I lock up myself with you? And please , your not my type!" he had this smug smile on his face which irritated the day lights out of Sanyukta.
She stomped her foot on the ground and headed towards the table. She carefully took her model out and placed it on the table. She sat on the chair and huffed.
"Wow! I can't believe this! There's powercut in the college but the little fuse inside your head has started working!" he taunted her.
"Listen Mr. Jo-Bhi-Tumhara-Naam-Ho ,I don't need your advice okay!" she said , pointing the screwdriver at him.
"Excuse me! If that silly brain of yours is telling you to kill me with this weapon of yours..." he pointed at the screwdriver , "then please , spare yourself! I don't think you would like to have a criminal record at this age right?" he smirked.
"Who the hell are you? George Bush?" she rolled her eyes.
"Yeah! Kuch waisa hi samajh lo...except the fact that I have black hair and he doesn't!" Randhir cocked his brow and closed his eyes in frustration.
"Fine , if your George Bush then I am Barack Obama!" she stomped on Randhir's foot and walked away.
Randhir started to laugh out loud.
"Please , Obama ka insult maat karo!" he laughed.
But Sanyukta was in her own world. She went up to the window , opened it and with the help of the little moonlight she was getting , she continued to work on her project again.
"Did she just ignore me?" Randhir was irked.
He went up to the table near the window and saw how engrossed she was in her work.
The room was really hot. He slowly opened the buttons of his shirts. Sanyukta noticed what he was doing with wide eyes.
"What are you doing?" she stuttered.
Randhir understood what she meant. He smirked. "Listen Miss Blabber queen , tumhare itne bhi ache din nahi aaye aur mere itne bhi bure din nahi aaye okay! So stop all your fantasies which are going on in your head!" he whispered as he intentionally leaned into her. She backed away.
Randhir looked out of the window when he noticed Sanyukta checking him out every now and then. He grinned. "Enjoying the view?" he asked. As if in a trance , she said "Yes!" but quickly understood her mistake and shook her head. "No..i mean , no!" she looked everywhere but at him. He let out a laugh.
"Tum larkiyon kin a yehi problem hai!" he smirked.
Sanyukta shot up. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Yehi ki , you girls just check out handsome guys like me! I know mai bohut handsome hoon but please , as I said , your not of my standards!" he winked. Sanyukta rolled her eyes. "Hadh hai! Yeh aapne aap ko samajh ta kya hai!" she thought.
Her hair was tied loosely and few strands set themselves free to bounce over her cheeks. He slowly walked towards her, admiring her beauty more with each step he took.
Udne Ki Aasha
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