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And I comprehend why when a voice says right next to my ear, "Which rule in twenty-first century allows a woman, whose is having a happy marriage, to wed another man?"

I jump at the sudden proximity between us and look at that person. 

With a height of about 5' 9", having a cool shades on, he is dressed in a white tee, blue jeans ripped at his knees and white sneakers. His hair is neatly gelled back, and a strand falling on his forehead, disappears behind his glasses. He has a straight, upfront nose, with his thin lips curling onto a side.

I can't see his eyes perfectly, but judging by the way he is smirking at me, I can totally imagine him looking down at me, with a cool look in his eyes.

He raises his eyebrows after a few seconds, and I take a minute to get back into this world. Holy freakin' shit, I had been staring at him, all this time!!

I cough awkwardly and move back, and try to cover up my antics, "Hehehe...I didn't know, sorry uncle. Sorry aunt. Sorry..." 

What's his name? Wait, why am I trying to apologize to him?  

"I don't owe you any apology", I say to that unknown hot person. 

Me and my incoherent actions in awkward situations. I slap my forehead and get the hell away from there, all the while scratching my neck. 

I walk and come across a footpath, with the traffic lights there blaring red. 

I take a look at my watch, berating myself, and curse out loudly, "Shit! I'm gonna be late", and start running through the roads, successfully evading the cows and dogs on the streets, which have no job other than eating, roaming and sleeping.

 I catch the bus, thanks to all the Gods I've prayed on my way here, and sit by a window. I plug in my ear phones and listen to some songs by one of my favorite singers. 

I feel the wind slushing through the small gap between the window and the railing, and open the window wide, to reduce the intensity of sound, taking into account the pressure and all. Yeah, I'm a physics person, or kinda.

The breeze hits my face, and I smile unknowingly. I always had a thing for adrenaline rush and the force of that air hitting you gives very good feels. 

I arrive at my destination by 9 O' clock, which means I still have five minutes to navigate through my college and find my class. Excellent! Now, I'll be late for my first class, on the first day, of the first year.

I finally reach the class by asking strangers, I mean fellow students studying in same college as me, and look in. The class seems already packed, which is a bit surprising, you know, first days, boring, and all that stuff.

I see that the lecture has already begun, and think of making my way silently to the last row, which is the only row that has empty seats.

I tip toe into the room, with my back bent, but am stopped in the mid way, when a middle aged, manly and gruff voice shouts, "Stop!"

I freeze and turn around, imagining my impending doom. I slowly open my eyes one by one, and stand up straightly, but am shocked.

The lecturer is none other than Mr. Troy Thackeray, one of the leading architects of India. He is one of the actual reasons why I opted this field.

Now a million excuses come to my mind, but the only thing I could mumble out is, "I'm sorry."

"Come here on to the dais, Miss...", he pauses.

"Amaira, Amaira Shetty", I reply and start crawling there.

He waits patiently till I get there, I took a lot of time, mind me, and that's why I adore this great man, he has got tons of patience and skills.

Finally when I reach there he asks, "Why did you chose to study this course?"

I take a look at the immense crowd surrounding me, ready to laugh at the simplest mistake I make, and coerce me to submerge into a dense path of self-criticism.

"Ummmm....because I like creating?", it comes out more like a question than a statement.

Everyone looks at me with their mouths hanging open, like c'mon guys, a fly would pass through your mouth and you would not even notice it.

"Be particular, Ms Shetty", Mr. Troy orders.

It should be Mr. Thackeray actually, but he prefers Mr. Troy, for God knows why.

"I figured out I liked drawing when I was nine years old. So, I started doing potraits, landscapes, perspectives, illustrations and such stuff. Eventually I realized that my talent lies in that, and to further hone my skills, I decided to pursue B. Arch. 

"You are my source of inspiration sir, every time I felt like I had no more worth in me, I would see your designs and push myself forward. So, I want to thank you personally and also this management who gave me this chance to meet you in person", I end my long speech.

"What did I create?", he asks in a hoarse, holding back voice.

"I like many designs of yours, but the Saga of Ashes stood out the most sir", I reply with enthusiasm.

I hear sharp and sudden gasps through out the room, maybe they are echoing too.

If a fly could fit their mouths before, now a freaking elephant could fit in them. Why are they gasping? It's not like I told Mr. Troy built 'The Taj Mahal'.

After a few seconds, Mr. Troy pauses the silence a bit, and asks, "I'll remember you. Good luck with your classes from now on", and extends his hand.

I shake his hand and go back to sit at the last row. As I was making my way, all faces were turning to look at me like I was some artifact in a museum.

What did I say wrong?

I take out my mobile and google Mr. Troy. After a few minutes of searching, I understand that Mr. Roy Thackeray and Mr. Troy Thackeray were brothers, twins to be exact. Mr. Troy Thackeray became super famous and he built 'Saga of Ashes'.

So, I confused Mr. Roy as Mr. Troy and messed up the whole new student-professor dynamic between us. 

Mr. Roy is equally talented but something happened, which projected Mr. Troy forward in his career and left Mr. Roy all sour and depressed.

Mr. Roy never designed another building since then and his current whereabouts are unknown. Maybe he liked to keep a low work profile.

Now what should I do to get myself out of this mess?

Finally the orientation class finishes by 12 O' clock and I am awfully hungry as I make my way to the cafeteria. I downloaded my college routes and stuff, so I would not be lost as easily as before.

I order myself some rice and curry, sit at a table in a corner and begin eating. By the time I am halfway through eating, I get utterly bored. 

Thankfully there are none here that come dramatically and say, 'This is my place, get out of here or you will regret it.' 

But it would have been a nice drama, I suppose.

I take out my phone, put on Psych, plug in my earphones and start watching it. It's currently my favorite show, and James Roday is absolutely rocking in it! I love Gus too, but that's a  discussion for another time.

I continue on, fully immersed in it, and forget about the time. I look up, laughing, and glance around as I close my phone. There's absolutely no one in sight, literally no one. 

Oh my gosh! I should've been totally crazy to miss classes on my first day like this. If I continue this, I might make a new record of missing most number of classes in a day.

In hurry, I open up the schedule and find that I have got another orientation class at the auditorium and I am late by five minutes, again. Five must have been my most unlucky number.

This time I successfully enter the class secretly and look around. There is a guy at the last row this time, and he lifts up his head as I push the seat down to sit.

He is wearing a green full hands shirt, and a light blue faded jeans, with his bag lying on the seat to his right. With black eyes, black hair disheveled yet attractive on his face, a straight nose and full lips, he looks exactly like a film star.

Catching me looking at him, he waves, mouthing, "Rahul."

I wave in return after sitting, mouthing, "Amaira."

He mouths, "I know."

I scrunch my brows in confusion as to thinking how.

Answering to my unasked question, he replies, "Today morning."

"Ohh."

Meeting two attractive guys in one day, my luck's really at it's best form today.

My conscience reacts, 'Yeah, you humiliated yourself in front of the whole class and who knows, you may not even see that guy from morning again.'

'Yeah', I think sadly to myself, all those memories from morning rushing in again.

Rahul calls me and shows his phone, asking for my number.

Should I give him? Should I give him not? Should I give him? Should I give him not? Should I give him? Should I give him not? Should I give him?  Oops, the flower, to pluck petals from, is missing. But the last thing I've thought about, before being reminded of flower, is that I should give him.

So, I take his phone and feed my number. He gives a genuine smile, takes back his phone and sends me a text saying 'Hey. It's Rahul'. 

I smile in return, maybe I had made a good friend.

If something goes wrong, I can take care of myself. Besides he didn't seem like a bad person.

'Be careful', my conscience reminds me.

'Okay', I smile at it gratefully.

This lecture too ends, without me actually listening to anything. I promise to myself, I should not miss out a lecture again.

A/N: FOR THOSE WHO ARE CONFUSED ABOUT MR ROY, MR TROY AND THE WHOLE BUSINESS, MR ROY THACKERAY AND MR TROY THACKERAY ARE TWINS, WITH MR ROY BEING THE ELDER ONE BY FIVE MINUTES. MR TROY DID SOMETHING BAD BACK IN THE PAST, WHICH AFFECTED MR ROY, AND ABSTAINED HIM FROM DOING ANY MORE DESIGNS. CURRENTLY, MR ROY IS A PROFESSOR AT AMAIRA'S COLLEGE. HOPEFULLY, THAT'S CLEAR :)

A/N: PSYCH IS A SERIES ON PRIME, AND I AM WATCHING IT CURRENTLY. CHECK IT OUT IF YOU HAVEN'T ALREADY!

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