It was evening. The people of Nirmal Jyoti Society were busy in their respective evening routines. Ladies were cooking dinner, while men were complaining about cold tea, or the tasteless food they get. Children were either listening to this banter, or completing their homework. Others were glued to their evening shows or were busy listening songs.
In the Aggarwal household, Bela was cooking in kitchen, while Preeti complained about the extremely frequent preparation of Tindas at their house. Chachaji was trying to convince her and Bela was busy "advising" Preeti to learn cooking herself, instead of just complaining.
Naina sat in her bedroom, recalling the incident that happened in the canteen, today afternoon. She remembered the feel of Sameer's hand in her own and how warm it felt. She felt like she was in clouds, and she surely did not wanted to come down anytime sooner. The mere touch sent shivers down her spine and she could still feel her heart hammering inside her chest. But then, a sad thought crossed her mind. "He must have held so many hands like he held mine". She sighed. This made her extremely miserable. She reprimanded herself yet again, " You are nothing to him. You are just his best friend's annoying little sister. He treats you like everyone else. You have beauty, but no charms and he is a hero. He plays around with girls, but they are of his status and you are no one. Stop thinking about him."
She kept echoing these words in her mind. She wanted to forget Sameer and her feelings. But how can she do it, if he holds her hand so gently and gives her such a caring and protective look. She still remembered how his eyes were red in anger and how he protectively got her out of the canteen. He even warned the second years to not to cross her path again. This gave her a new ray of hope. Maybe he feels something...
"No"
She shook herself from these thoughts and again cursed herself. "He did all this due to Arjun Bhaiya". Sameer had always been her savior, and not to mention, he would have done the same, had it been Preeti. Soon, a bubble of jealousy exploded in her stomach, imagining Sameer holding Preeti's hand like that. No he won't, he can't...
Instead of hurting herself by thinking about him, Naina's thoughts soon went to the sweet second year, Prem. "He was pretty nice", she thought. He was staring at her and he even tried to stop Dimple from torturing her further.
"He has a good smile. But No, Naina he did not stop Vicky when he tried to come close to you. But, he came to you when the college had ended and he even apologized for his behaviour. He was feeling guilty for not being able to protect you from Vicky. Who does that? No one. No one apologizes to their juniors. But he did that. Well, he did seem like a decent fellow though"
Naina recalled how Swati called him very good looking. He was quiet handsome actually, with a side part hairstyle, black eyes and a triangular jaw. He was well built and one could definitely say, that he has many girls after him.
"But he is nowhere near Sameer",she thought. But then too, Sameer is Ahemdabadi Salman Khan, and no one can look better than him. He is so stylish and can make anyone swoon. Thousands of girls are after him. Prem can never beat Sameer in looks and personality, no matter what how much he tries. But Naina still admired Prem's decent apology and the rare kindness towards her.
On the other hand, at the Maheshwari Villa, Sameer Maheshwari sat on his bed, thinking about the recent turn of events. After getting Naina out of the canteen, Sameer dropped her at her class and went to the field to play cricket. He recalled how the dumb Vicky tried to kiss her. His Naina. He gritted his teeth and felt a sudden irritation throughout his body. How could he even think about it? She was so small and fragile. How could someone bring tears in her eyes?
As he tried to forget her tear strained face and her pleading eyes, he suddenly thought what would have happened, had he been even a second late. His blood started to boil. That Vicky can't even touch her, let alone kiss her. She was Naina. His Naina. No, correction. Their Naina. She was not His. She can never be His. Sameer suddenly felt miserable and angry. He didn't know why was he thinking this. Why was he feeling this. What was his relationship with the not-little-anymore Naina Aggarwal.
Sameer did not know. And in truth, he didn't want to know. At this time, he just knew that he felt extremely protective and well, sometimes a little bit of not-so-innocent feelings for Naina. For now, he let it slide off and drifted off to sleep, only to encounter a partially-clothed and a very aroused Naina, in his sleep.
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It was morning and the VJN University was crowned. The students were chatting excitedly about the famous Maheshwari encounter with the second years, that happened just a day ago.
Near the bike stand, a group of girls were chatting excitingly about the same legendary encounter.
"Yaar maine suna hai ki Sameer ne Vicky ko dara dhamkake college se hi nikalva diya tha"
"Ha aur maine toh yeh bhi suna tha ki Vicky Ahemdabad hi choddke jaa Raha hai"
"Waise Sameer Ko usmein Aisa kya dikh Gaya. Itni stylish toh thi nahi. Main to usse bahut zyada better hoon."
"Tu na Apne Mungeri Lal ke haseen sapne dekhna band kar. Teri shakal to chipkali jaisi hai, aur woh Naina chahe stylish ya modern na ho, lekin Bina make-up ke bhi college ki sabse sundar ladkiyo Ko Takkar de Rahi hai."
"Ha yaar sundar to hai. First year to chodd, second aur third year bhi use nihaar rahe the. Ab mera Sameer uska ho Gaya hai. Dekhna meri baddua lagegi use."
With that, the girls resumed being miserable once again. The fact that Sameer Maheshwari was single for a year and a half, boosted their confidence about how he was waiting for his "special one" and apparently, first year Naina Aggarwal is his "Special one".
The boys were in a similar condition since they had started planning about their proposal for the beautiful and introvert first year, but she was already taken by the dangerous Sameer Maheshwari, whose punches were way-more-talked-about than the upcoming exams. If this was not enough, it was revealed that she is some relative of the Cricket Kumar Arjun Aggarwal, and they really didn't want to mess with VJN's gang of four.
The said gang however, was at the cricket ground, discussing about the same encounter. Munna and Pandit were checking the declining quality of the college's bats and Arjun was practising off cutter. Sameer was busy stretching on the grass, desperately trying to forget the dream about the partially-clothed Naina
"Sameer, yaar maine kal wo canteen ka kissa suna. Accha hua tu time pe pahuch Gaya tha. Agar kuch ho jata toh pata nahi Taiji aur papa kya karte. Are khaandaan ki izzat mitti mein mil jaati. Maine kaha tha iss Naina Ko, ki bach bachakar chalna aur senior dikhe toh bhaag Jaana. Lekin meri sunti kaha hai yeh ladkiya. Chachaji ne sar par chadhake rakha hua hai. Agar kuch ho jata toh main college mein kya muh dikhata." Arjun finished and looked around for support.
"Ha yaar yeh to hai. Kuch ho jata toh kaha muh dikhata"
"Sahi keh raha hai Munna. Mere khayal as unke peeche woh second year wali Sameer ki Fangirls chhodd dete hai"
As Pandit gave more suggestions about the topic, Sameer looked at the three of them in mock astonishment. Here they were, thinking about their family's honour and how it would have been shattered. But did they think about the innocent tear strained face. "She must have been traumatized". Sameer knew that he had to do something for her, but for now, he concentrated or rather, tried to avoid the conversation.
Naina walked in the college through the main door, followed closely by Preeti and Swati. They were still discussing about Naina's ragging, and Preeti and Swati advised her to stay around Sameer as much as she can, because just in case... Little did they know, that Naina planned to do, just the opposite.
They had hardly reached the college corridor, when they saw the same second years coming towards them. Naina immediately stiffened, while Preeti and Swati looked horrified. They had already started looking around frantically, looking for a faculty or someone they knew.
As the seniors came closer, Naina's eyes fell to the bruised face of Vicky. His eyes were swollen and the area under his eyes was blue. The other second years too, looked quiet less-dominating than yesterday.
Naina stood there confidently, ready to face them again. As Vicky came closer, he stood in front of them for a second, as if reading their facial expressions, but his next move, shocked everyone.
He came towards Naina, but this time he didn't try to kiss her, instead he pretended to look apologetic and muttered a "Sorry".
The whole corridor was watching this scene, and they were rooted to their spots, in shock. Did the second-year bully Vicky, just apologise to the fresher Naina? Well, it did look like so. The group that came with him, also came one-by-one, and apologised to her.
The fact that Naina was extremely shocked, would be an understatement. Were they the same second-years, who made her cry just yesterday? Those ragging moments were very horrendous for her, but they did pay off now. She forgived them and they all walked away.
As she walked towards the infamous JBR lecture, Naina had a feeling, that Sameer had something to do with the bruised face of Vicky and his apology, but for now, she let if slide off, making a mental note to thank him later.
P.S- Today I had my second exam and my topper instincts told me to study, but the awesome response I am getting and the couple of PM's I got, forced me to update.
P.P.S- Regarding the PM's, pls buddy me if u want one so that it becomes easier for me.
Thnx for the response and pls comment...
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