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"Look Aalu, he is at it again, he will be busted this time I tell you!" giggled Bulbul from the last row munching potato chips while waiting for the next teacher to arrive and start the next period. Aalu glanced at her cousin's direction and laughed, "Uff bhai and his lame attempts!" she retorted.

"Lame? In your dreams Aalu! He is Abhi! He is never lame! All the girls in our class pine for him, just that this girl is new, so she is acting all pricey" came a response from the row before them.  Aalu and Bulbul laughed and exchanged a high-five, it always amused them to see Purab jump up to save Abhi and his image, no matter who teased him!

"Yes yes, your Abhi is the best" mocked Bulbul and Purab turned a delicate shade of pink, as he muttered, "I didn't mean it that way. I am straight!" as he stole a quick glance at Aalu. "Uff Bulbul, stop taking his case, he is bhai's bestest friend that's it!"Aalu confirmed with authority and smiled shyly at Purab. Bulbul on the other hand just rolled her eyes and announced that she was bored and was going to swap seats with Rachna and sit with her twin for a while.

They were anything but biological twins, they had no similarities. To begin with, they were un-identical twins, behaviourally they were poles apart. Bulbul was loud and happy-go-lucky and she was demure. Bulbul was the last bencher while she was the first bencher; Bulbul enjoyed playing tennis whereas she learnt to play the sitar! And the biggest insider joke for the two was, they were still twins! Although Bulbul was four minutes younger, and by protocol, Bulbul called her di!

"Now bhai is busted" giggled Aalu as Purab turned towards her questioningly, after tearing his gaze away from Bulbul's retreating figure. "Arre Pragya hadn't noticed bhai's antics as yet, now she will show her!" said Aalu laughing some more.

Bulbul walked past Abhi's desk and heard him still trying hard to impress the new student, who had joined their eleventh grade. "If you like music so much, then you will love me miss" he was saying in his most flirtatious voice, as the concerned girl looked up at him confused, "What makes you think I enjoy music?" she asked with a scrunched nose. "You don't?" he asked acting surprised, "I thought if the mere sight of you can make one hear violins playing in the backdrop then how could you not like music?" he delivered with  finesse and smirked. Bulbul narrowed her eyes and walked passed them to complain to di, this Abhi was really getting out of hand now, her di should handle him better!

Tanu on the other hand gasped in realization, with eyebrows raised as high as her hairline for a moment. "So this must be Abhi, the guy Nikhil had asked her to stay away from!" she thought, but she didn't like his advice, this guy Abhi, he seemed cute! "Hi, I am Tanu!" she said cheerfully holding out her hand. Abhi smiled, she couldn't resist him after all, and just as he was about to take her hand for a shake, a second hand was extended from beside him to take Tanu's. Surprised he looked to his right.

"Nice to meet you Tanu, I am Pragya. Pragya Arora." She said with her measured tight lipped smile, as she eyed Abhi now. "Oh boy, I am gone" she heard him mutter. "Pragya.."Tanu uttered still recovering from the surprise of Pragya coming forward out of nowhere – Nikhil had never mentioned her, who was she, and why was she eyeing her thus? But that could be sorted later, now she needed to know who the hunk was, "Hi Pragya, nice meeting you, and you are?" she asked turning towards Abhi – did he suddenly look sheepish? Tanu wondered. "He is Abhi." That Pragya spoke again – "He is Abhi and I am Pragya – but our friends mostly refer to us as AbhiGya – you can too!" she said with a plastic smile.

Tanu's face faltered, oh, so this Abhi was taken, she thought with a slight twitch in her heart – but then she brightened up, so what he was taken? She was taken too, she was after all their senior Nikhil Suri from twelfth grade – his girl! And who knows maybe by the end of term things might change?

"How cute, AbhiGya! You may know Nikhil Suri from twelfth grade? We are...err..together" Tanu smiled coyly. At the revelation, Pragya's face seemed to marginally soften and Abhi seemed reluctant. They chatted for another few minutes before the teacher came in and Pragya was seen holding Abhi by the wrist and pulling him to the seat next to hers. Bulbul seemed to take the hint from her di and promptly emptied the seat next to her and rushed to sit in Abhi's original seat next to Purab.

Purab turned pink again as he stole a secretive happy glance at Aalu and winked at her flaunting his luck. Aalu smiled and when Purab turned around, she sighed looking at Purab ruefully and looked back at the book, never noticing Neil stealing glances at her from the second row. "At least try and meet her eyes and smile sometimes bro" whispered Aakash from next to Neil. He glanced at him vulnerably, "That's how mine and Raccho's story started last valentines you know!"Aakash replied encouraging Neil and smirked, as the teacher called for the classes' attention.

Abhi was staring at the backboard blankly, where else could he look? His entire right side was forbidden to turn to zone because that Tanu was somewhere there – still trying to catch his eyes, and he dare not look in the eye of the volcano that was seated to his left. Suddenly he felt a rough poke and saw Pragya passing him a chit (cons of sitting on the first row of class, you can't talk).

[SO. The violins are still playing?] Abhi stared at the message and scratched his head, and simultaneously came Aalu and Bulbul's giggle from the last rows – he so knew it – they were following his every action now.

[Err..violins?] he scribbled back, darting murderous glances at Bulbul, how did he not realize when he saw her passing that she was eavesdropping! He was only flirting harmlessly! Can't a man flirt in peace anymore!?!

[No? Maybe you can faintly hear it still if you focus, considering she is still trying to catch your eyes] came back the chit.

[Baby, you know I love you nah? She was just getting bored, she knows no-one so thought of giving her company!]

[By FLIRTING!?!?! Violins play in the backdrop when you see her???? That Abhi is friendship??? And  that lucchi aurat, she has the audacity to stare at you, after hearing our AbhiGya status!!]

[Lucchi aurat?!? Pragya come on! You don't even know her]

[Didn't you hear her? She is Nikhil's girlfriend – Suresh my neighbour is in his class, and he has told me! Nikhil is a luccha aadmi. So isnt it obvious she will be lucchi too?]

Abhi smiled, it was these adorable things that made him love his chashmish more than any girl he ever liked! She was so silly, didn't she see that she was the only girl whom he had given a nickname to – Chashmish – didn't she know the only other women whom he had given nicknames to, were daadi – budhiya – and Aaliya – Aalu! That is where her place was in his life! She was family! And she was insecure of Tanu? He wanted to roll his eyes and laugh, but he dared not, lest her highness decided to break his head in anger!

[Ok. He is luchha and she is lucchi, but my love for you is sachimuchi!] he wrote and passed the chit. He saw her smiling slightly from the corner of his eyes and sighed in relief – he wanted to kiss the teacher for entering the class in the right time and for not leaving until he sorted this and successfully avoided his slaughter! He realized Tanu still stealing glances at him, and without looking he placed his hand on Pragya's shoulder to give Tanu the "Sorry babe, I am taken" signal. Abhi's lady love let out a satisfied "hmph" noticing that Tanu had finally got the message and she – Pragya Arora, had successfully warded of the fly from her pot of honey.

As the teacher left after the alarm for lunch break rang – Abhi got up to walk towards Purab, here the water was still rippled and it was best left unperturbed he thought. Just as he was about to escape, he felt her hold his hand, he childishly turned around not meeting her eyes – she almost laughed seeing the mischief written all over his face, but she bit her lips and said instead, "Mr. Abhishek Prem Mehra! If you try comforting any other new-comers hereon, I swear you will hear your own funeral choir in the background then!"

As Abhi pouted and looked at her like a child, he could hear the comic trio Aalu, Bulbul and Purab laugh from behind him. Those jerks! He thought savagely, they never miss a chance of seeing him busted. But then he laughed and hugged Pragya, and all was well – as usual.

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