Aasma's P.O.V:

"Yes, Nisha now tell me. What so important."

"I'm totally fed up with Santosh. I always fail to understand him," She mumbled.

"Why? Did you people fight again?"

"I don't know how to make him understand that I really love him a lot"

"Dear, you need not to make him understand, all you have to just tell him that what you feel for him."

"He is your good friend and always listens to you. So please explain to him, I can't."

"Why should I. You should tell him".

"No, no, I can't tell him my feelings.
I'm sure, he'll make fun of it."

"Look, I know him and assure you that he'll never do that. And it's about your feelings and it's better that you tell him."

"Come on, I m a girl. why should I? Why won't he do that?"

"Okay... " I exhaled heavy breathing
"I agree that you must have dreamed for that day"

Nisha blushed and was about to say something but at that very moment, two boys entered the classroom.

One was in his white shirt and dark denim jeans. He was very handsome with dark brown eyes and black hair roughly messed. Sleeves folded and the first two buttons of his shirt were unbuttoned. He looked at us for a moment then turned his head and sat on the first bench.
The other who was with him was in his striped shirt and sweat pants.

"Which class they are from? They seem to be new", Nisha asked me softly.

"I don't know, maybe seniors. That's why we don't know them."

"Then how come they are here on our floor."

Suddenly the handsome boy stood up and went to the switchboard and switched on the fan.

While turning back, he looked at us again and I gave him a questionable look. Crossing my hands on my chest, I sigh heavily. He raised his eyebrow and gave me a smirk.
I rubbed my arms to make him understand that we aren't comfortable with the fan.
He simply turned back to the switchboard and turned the regulator of the fan to the highest point.

And this time, he gave us a wicked smile.

"Unbelievable", I told Nisha and stood up.
Nisha holds my hand to stop me but I jerked her hand and went straight to the switchboard and switched off the fan.

I was just about to take my seat when I saw the fan was again switched on at the highest point.

I went back but this time, he didn't move an inch from his place.

"Back off". I said with an irritating look.

He didn't move instead, leaned his body back a little with a smirk on his face.

All I was feeling that moment to punch him hard.

I switched it off again stretching my arms.

The moment I turned my back, he switched it on again.

I turned and raised my voice high.

"Hello Mr. .. who the hell you are and why the hell you are disturbing us... ha"

Hearing my voice, Nisha and the other boy stood beside us.

He came forward and looked straight into my eyes and said.

"Respect dear, Respect. And lower your voice. We are your Seniors."

"Oh...I m scared. " I gave him a puppy look.
"Seniors ... my foot. To hell with your seniority. Then you should be knowing that this is our block and not yours. Why don't you find an empty classroom in your block and finish the rest of your discussion?
And now get lost and do complain to whomever you want to."

"Do you know who am I?"

"No, I don't bother to know you even. So get lost."

I put my index finger on the switch to off the fan and at that very moment, he puts his finger on mine to stop me.

We both looked at each other with our index fingers crossed on the switch. There was something in his eyes as if it wanted to say something. But I couldn't understand.

" Aasma, Aasma, ... ". I heard Pallavi shouting my name.

"Pallavi...oh shit. The auditions."

I jerked his hand and pushed him.

I get hold of Nisha's wrist and dragged her out of the class giving him a stern look.

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