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Adhushrit's pov

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When her eyes met mine I totally fell for her. Her expression, her emotions, her cuteness made me more attached to her.

I never thought about a girl up till now. I am crown prince of Rajasthan and I came here hiding my identity for my further studies. Because in Rajasthan everyone knows me and it is difficult to study in that atmosphere.

I really wanted to see normal college life where no one knows my identity. And after meeting niyati it was really different feeling for me .

She is totally different from others . People prefer western culture nowadays but seeing her it doesn't seem that she is interested in that she definitely loves traditional wear and her culture .

Sudden feeling of knowing her more in detail that's what my mind is screaming from the past one hour.

I introduced myself but before we could continue our eye contact, Bhaiyas call disturbed me. I have to leave suddenly because bhaiya was leaving for rajasthan today . He came to drop me today here in college .

Now I am sitting in my room and I am just feeling those memories of dancing with her. That handshake was making me melt like ice because her hands were soft, very soft like cream.

I have been watching our dance continuously for the past 20 minutes continuously. One of the students posted it in our group and my eyes aree not lesving it form  past 20 minutes.

I am just waiting for tomorrow to meet her because I got to know that she is also in my class. It will be a good time with her.

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Next morning

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I am all ready and I am on my bike going towards my college. The hustling bustling rush of the street was enough for me to be irritated as I don't like noise.

As I reached college entrance I was engrossed in my phone talking to my cousins on our whatsapp group.

“Toh bhai kaisa Gaya pehla din” amanver said.

“Acha tha bhaiya aur kya hai batao ek ladki mili mujhe kya mast dance karti he pura college uski tareef kara tha kal.” I replied.

‘’Acha usne blue kurti Dali thi kya” bhaiya asked .

“Ha bhaiya mene uske sath dance Kiya aur woh sabko pasand aya” I replied.

“Are me mil chuka hu usse bully karre the kuch students use toh mene use bachaya tha . Bachi bohot pyari he. Jara uska dhyan rakhna tere hi class ki he mene inquiry karaii thi” bhaiya said .

“Acha ok bhai” i replied .

“Adhu bhai saaaaa apo hame bhul gaye yaar waha jake. Ek call tak nai kiya apne. Aur hamare Bina hi app yaha baat kare ho”

“Are swara baisa ham abhi corridor me he class ki taraf jare he. Hum apko ghar pahuch ke video call karte he thik he” i replied.

“Bhaisa ghar pe sab kaise hai?” I asked.

“Sab thik he. Bas tum apna dhyaan rakhna”bhaiyaa said.

“Lo me ignore ho gai🫠” swara said.

“Are meri gudiya ko me kaise ignore Karu mene tere liye bohot sare kapde liye he” I replied.

“Sachii’ swara said

“Muchi par abhi mujhe Jana hoga kyuki me late hora hu. Aake baat karta hu gudiya"I replied.

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Niyati's pov

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I am late as always. It's a daily routine for me to be late. Today's outfit was jeans and short kurti and jhumkas .

I mostly prefer traditional clothes because I really follow my own culture. Being Indian, my mentality is to follow our culture and our rituals rather than adapting western culture more.

And now I am running for my class because I am late and suddenly my jhumka got tangled in my hair .

I was removing my hair which was tangled in my jhumka while running in the corridor . My anklets were jingling as always in the silent corridor of college and my eyes were on tiles.

As I was fixing my jhumka I couldn't see above so I was just walking not walking actually I was running.

But suddenly I bumped into a person and I was going to fall but 2 big hands held me from falling.

When I saw that person my eyes met his and I was so lost in that intense eye contact of ours that I actually forgot that I was getting late for class.

And that person was adhushrit. We were so close that our breath was getting mixed and his eyes were on mine.

It felt very much strange. A tingling sensation ran in my stomach as well as in my body.

Ik he is very handsome but suddenly getting this much closer was very new for me.

“Umm sorry” my thoughts were broken by voice of his.

“Huh” I replied as I haven't processed yet what happened.

As I realised our position I suddenly got separated and I said.

“Actually sorry I was in a hurry. O God your phone…”

“It's okay . Waise itni gadbad kis liye?” He asked.

“Actually ajj late ho gai toh isliye upar se mere jhumke..” I said

“Acha, I understand. Waise kal ke dance ke baad jyada hi charcha pe ho tum” he complimented.

“Are Aisa kuch nahi hai it's like mujhe bas pasand hai dance karna.” i replied

“Waise konse stream?” he asked

“Business studies. Actually last year he just changed my college due to some reasons” i replied.

“Acha me to” he replied.

“Matlab we are in same class as”I asked with enthusiasm.

“Shyad ha” he said with a small smile on his face.

“Matlab… hammm …… sath ….. o my god” i replied.

“Are are jyada udo mat gir jaogi dekho class bhi aa gaya” he said and saw that class was just 4 steps ahead.

“Acha chalo class me fr” I replied . I didn't even realise that we were talking and walking for a long time . Actually yeh college nahi bhul bhulaiya he. Bhul bhulaiya 4 ki shooting yaha pe honi chahiye.

As I entered the class he also entered from behind me.seats were not vacant and as always near harini a seat was vacant. I sat there but in my class benches were capable of 3 persons and every bench was occupied so he came towards me and sat beside me because plac was not vacant.

Harini asked, “ ye yaha kyu he bhai”.

“Jagah nahi hai isliye yaha bethe hain” I replied in a whisper tone.

“Acha ok class shuru hori he dhyaan de” she replied.

“Okay class today we will study about finance and management staff. As you all know about finance we have to prepare……” mam was teaching while I noticed adhushrit slightly that he was writing every imp point in his book while I was just staring at my textbook .

It's like I don't have much interest in this but for my parents I am going this. I was just playing with my pen, rolling it here and there but suddenly it fell.

I bent down to pick it the same adhushrit did and our eyes met each other below the bench.

As I was staring at it for a long time, a sudden pull distracted me as Harini pulled me up by holding my kurti.

“Ghurna baad me mam yaha dekhti thi isliye tujhe upar kiya” she replied.

“Acha ok” I replied.

Teachers came and went after their lectures. It was 11 am and I was hungry like hell but still one hour remained for lunch and I am just waiting for it.

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Adhushrit's pov

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As I kept my phone in my pocket she bumped me. That eye contact was something else to express. It was eye contact of lost emotions.

A new chapter of life was describing our eye contact. She got very happy as I told her that I am in the same class as hers.

She is a really sweet and kind girl who loves only traditional things and always follows culture. Sudden urge to know her more was getting on my nerves.

As we entered class she went towards a girl, probably her friend and I were searching for a seat but unfortunately not a single seat was vacant leaving Niyati's side.

I went towards her and sat near her side. I heard her and her friend whispering something but I behaved like I hadn't listened.     

She was continuously playing with pen and I noticed that she is not interested in this field maybe but seeing her she was totally engrossed in her own world.

As her pen fell down I went to pick it up but at same time she also came to pick it and our her fingers brushed mine and a sudden jolt was sensed by me at that moment .

Classes were going end in 1 hour. After lunch our we can go to canteen and I saw her that she is hungry but we have to wait for one hour.

“May I come in mam

Niyati patel and adhushrit rathore plz go to deens cabin. She is calling you”

As peon announced niyati got scared her expression were saying alot.

I got up and she to got up with me . We were going to cabin ….

“Hawe su Kari didhu me mataji” she said which gone upside down for me because I can't understand.

( O God what I did now)

“Kya boli” I asked her

“Kuch nai bhai bas dar lagra he ki mene kya kar diya jo mujhe aur tumhe bulaya he yaha” she replied and I nodded in understanding.

“Acha kuch nai huga be positive “ i replied her.

“I hope kuch na ho chalo pohoch gaye cabin me jate he” she replied

“May I come in mam” we both asked.

“Yes dear” she replied.

“Mam you called us somthing serious….”  i replied.

“Are no child actually mene kall ap dono ka dance dekha and I want to both to perform same dance in western style for our annual function soo…”

Before I could reply niyati replied.

“Mam dance karne me koi dikkat nai par me apne culture ko bohot manti hu and me bas ache songs pe traditional me hi dance karti hu. Mere liye western dance adapt karna hi not a thing so me nai kar paungi yeh am sorry mama.”

“Dear listen okay tum western me nai karna chahti toh me umm kya tum traditional day pe konse toh ek state ko leke dance kar paogi kya tum”

“Yes mam definately” she replied.

“You both have to perform so just start practice from today. Traditional day is after one week. What about you rathore will you do?” Mam asked me

“Umm..” I looked towards niyati and she was seeing me with her pretty pookie eyes so I said…

“Yes mam I will”

“Okay you both can start practice dear”

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