Hello folks! My first attempt at writing something for SuMod. Hope you like it.
Dedicated to Ayu, who's been like the biggest SuMod shipper on this forum!! 
~ Tannu
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Susheela's POV
Chota Haddi was always supposed to be just Chota Haddi, nothing more, nothing less. Sure, Pramod was handsome in a wholesome, everybody, admire me, I'm the eligible bachelor #1, in a perfection kind of way. But from the day they first laid eyes on him, he had someone similar to Garima, stamped all over him. Even if his smile could make the coldest heart melt and make every girl in a twenty-mile radius swoon in unison, Susheela never looked his way in that way. Because, he was Pramod the Sophisticated, and Susheela, the only sophistication in her came from Garima. There was no point in looking at him in that way. This was the way of their world. So Susheela was struck dumb when Pramod's small act of aggression nearly bowled her over.
Yes, he had threatened those two Jagat Seth (JS) minions in a similar manner, but he was never going to throw that punch. That, like much of what he did that week, was only meant to keep Susheela from resorting to similar violence. With JS's minions, he was Pramod the Sophisticated, playing at being bad, but on the surface he was still exactly what they thought he was. He was still in control, the eternal buddy, even with his fist almost raised.
This time there was something thrumming under the surface that wasn't there before. There was no humor in his eyes this time. He was all seriousness and the air was thick with the hostility oozing off of him. Everyone was seeing the scene play out, but Susheela was sure that no one else was really seeing it except her. She could feel it, the buzz of barely restrained fury. She was honed in on it, compelled toward it, because it was the same beat that vibrated deep in her chest. And though, he didn't throw a punch this time either, his control over himself and the way he dominated the situation made her insides flutter.
Suddenly, Susheela could see herself seeing Pramod that way. It should have been an unwelcome change, but, oddly, it wasn't. It was different, yes, but it didn't change everything. He was still Chota Haddi, first and foremost. He played the part of their moral compass for far too long for him not to revert right back to that role. Ninety-nine percent of the time, she ignored the ear to ear grin that made other girls giggle, bat their eyelashes, and fan themselves. Now that she knew about that other one percent though, there was a twinge of attraction when he got a certain look about him. But it wasn't anything more than that.
Pramod was not her daydream, not hers for the taking when she was ready. That was the way of their world. Besides, Susheela was still hung up on Hooda for the most part. One unattainable guy to pine over was enough for her. She lets her gaze fall onto the window, the sky glowing in the light and the cars passing down the road in their routine like a conveyer belt of flashing colors. The neon reflections in the window were very bright, but she wasn't being blinded this time.
It was true that Rohtak would never sleep and she was no exception. Her sleep never came easy with the haunting thoughts falling into place and slipping into every part of her brain and into her as a whole. And her tears burned like a bee's sting as she released everything that would be held back day by day, the same thing every day. The same thing every night. She wished she did not have to compromise her dream of acting and boxing, run the shop and trade it in for marriage.
She let her mind find Its way to the thought of him, Dr. Pramod Chautala. It was stupid really. He was out of her league and he deserved much better than broken and bruised Susheela, especially when he could get a beautiful girl similar to Garima, who would so easily sway around his fingers. He could get any girl he wanted. So why would he want her?
Susheela recalled the earlier situation in the day as he was just mindlessly fidgeting with her in the corner in that room over how she keeps putting herself in danger and then almost running over that newspaper stand in the street with his car in his unsteady state. The brunette couldn't help but roll her eyes at this as she saw Pramod with his face clearly stating his confusion and shock, when she ran up to him and said something she hoped she never did again. But then again it seemed that this was happening all too much around him and she hated it so much with a burning passion.
That was just where it started. It was just not their beginning.
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