Story: Broken Cheese Ball; NOTE:P23 - Page 4

Originally posted by: Sawyer_Tom

Damini's CS...?😕

And just to be clear, the first part, the part which goes on till the three stars (by the way, what's up with that Kanks? 😕) is written by me and the next part which according to me is the better part is written by my extremely talented KD. 😃

Originally posted by: Savage

What's up with me? Supernatural, I am on a roll. 😳

Anyhow, I dunno, I have to agree that both the parts have blended in so well, I was thinking we should write all the parts like that. We're not chalk and cheese in styles but I have this edgy intelligent style, I make my characters bark, I write like a bitch whereas En here has a fantastic grip on her characters and writes majestically, every sentence packed with adjectives, much to a reader's delight. So, if we CAN blend that well, we'd make an awesome team and all, should be great.

@All: Thanks a bunch, I am so glad you're up and appreciating us. We'll try and keep you updated. 😃

Originally posted by: swaron24

Wow nice start! Sharon is wild as usual 😆 i can imagine that lady 🤣

Update soon 😃

Originally posted by: Srishti_SwaRon

Need i say that this Story is Mind-blowing. The two of you are way to good on an individual scale, n when combined I'm sure you guys are gonna be much better than just amazing. I love how the two of you write and there was absolutely no brake in the story, it went on in a flow.

You guys have a knack t description! Both of you are exceptionally good at it.

Thanx for the PM and update soon

Originally posted by: Madhura..

This is just written fabulously!

Nidhi and Kankshita u guys rock..

The ease in which u have described Damini and the surroundings and characters is just wow! Take a bow!!

Kankshita I had read some parts of her ff TLGYA I guess..and she writes just wow!!! wow!!!

Need to comment abt it there cos I havent caught the full ff!

Nidhi you too write just fab!

Chapter 2

The shrill sound made by the alarm clock shattered his dreamless sleep into millions of shards. His eyes refused to open, thanks to the bright light burning through his closed eyelids. His head refused to acknowledge the fact that it was morning already. Instead all it registered was the painful throbbing in his head, a direct result of excessive consumption of alcohol on an empty stomach. To say that last night was a blur, would be the understatement of the year. He couldn't recall one memory from last night. Not that he tried very hard. This wasn't the first time he had woken up like this.

The infernal clock rang incessantly.

Damn it! He thought, mentally cursing it. He wanted to smash it to pieces. But he forcefully restrained himself. He couldn't afford to break yet another alarm clock.

He carefully opened his eyes, which only worsened his headache. He got up and switched the alarm off. He was about to fall back on the bed when through the haziness in his brain a faint realization emerged.

It was 7:53 a.m. This meant he had only seven minutes to drag his well formed ass to the first class of the day.

* * *

Omar Dewan was known by one and all at King's College, Taunton. He was still in his sophomore year, but his notoriety had established his reputation all over the school. He was famous for being a jerk, a title he had earned thanks to his atrocious behaviour towards the fairer sex. Selfish, insensitive and impulsive were some of the other qualities that were bestowed upon him. And he showcased them, every chance he got.

But the twisted nature of Fate had also blessed him with a fair amount of wit and an exceedingly unfair amount of charm. Also, his father was filthy rich. Fate, under the impression that that could hardly compensate for the lack of manners and his other unconventional qualities, had gone ahead and granted him with more good looks than was necessary. High cheekbones with finely cut, striking features along with deep, dark blue eyes and a thick forest of jet black hair defined him as traditionally handsome. He had not an ounce of fat on his body neither was it extremely bulky. He had perfectly toned muscles that alone were capable of driving mindless bimbos crazy. And he only needed that. He had enough brains of his own to require them to have it as well. And as it is, he did not intend to stick around long enough to find out.

Omar Dewan was devoid of any best friends as such, particularly best friends of the female variety. He only kept acquaintances. He found the whole idea of 'friends' absurd. What was the point of sharing all your thoughts and secrets with someone who was eventually going to betray you? He didn't see any sense in it. Clearly, his upbringing hadn't been given much thought to.

He looked at his watch, as he walked down the second floor corridor, only to realize that he had already missed the first half of the his Chemistry lecture. He didn't see the point in attending the next half. So he located the nearest bench on hand and made himself comfortable on it. It was only a matter of minutes before the entire corridor resounded with his snore.

* * *

Naaz was not so bad, after all. She helped Damini unpack, and she had only threatened to assassinate her twenty times, tops if her hot pink nail paint wore out due to too much work. Unloading two herculean bags full of clothes worth three years of accumulation, minus a trunk that had the treasure of a book collection of Damini' did qualify as too much work. Naaz's was a daft disposition, but she was considerate. So, Damini had a reason to endure her presence, she was not so bad, after all.

She had a total of six subjects that semester and she had dual classes of each every Tuesday. That day happened to be a Tuesday, like one of those days when you could hardly make out the difference between morning, afternoon and evening. They were two classes down, and headed to English together, which was their last class together. Both were comfortably nonchalant about it.

For one, Damini did not mind not knowing a single soul besides Naaz just yet, she was only a day old at the college and she trusted herself enough to fashion herself a friend circle soon enough. As for Naaz, Damini totally believed, life would be just as it was - Damini or no Damini as long as there were boys to swoon over.

That's about when the day began to get eventful. It had been in accordance with the routine Damini was going to have to follow for two years so far. When things began to deviate from the lines of the schedule that day, Damini had little or no idea that the deviation was going to act as one hell of a precedent, and never cease to make differences to her everything in the time to come.

"English's that way, I heard the professor is like 26!" Naaz said in a singsong tone.

"Yeah, I heard he's bald too." Damini sighed animatedly.

"Dun take digs at me, I am your roommate." Naaz forewarned.

"Oh, you scare me so much." Damini muttered meaningfully and they spoke no more.

Without any ado, the precedent ' Naaz's eyes fell upon a boy who she thought would put her ex-boyfriend (who was imaginary and French) to shame. This one was the owner of Asian features, a well-toned body and according to Damini was currently having a slumber party with a bench in front of the English class. The bench actually was situated in front of the wall that parted classroom English from classroom Chemistry.

"This one redefines hot property, but I'll have to wait in line too long." Naaz sighed.

"Well, you can't have everything in life." Damini said consolingly and patted her on the shoulder.

Naaz made her way inside the classroom as she still remembered the age of the English professor. Damini watched the boy from the corner of her eye. He looked like he was having the time of his life, hadn't a care in the world and even with his eyes closed; Damini could reckon the magnitude of playful haughtiness that they must shone with. It was a shame, according to her that God didn't make pretty boys with any sense. There seemed to be instantly something chemical happening to Damini, but she was better off without paying it much attention.

In time, she was going to realize, it was out of her hands.