Mounika walked out of her last class, and the first person she saw was Aakarsh. They were in the same year of college. Mounika loves him.

Aakarsh was hanging out with a bunch of slim and pretty girls, the popular ones with the branded clothes of course. One was wearing an Adidas sweatshirt, one was wearing Nike sneakers, one had a Micheal Kors backpack, and one had an Apple Watch. Mounika was jealous after looking at them. 

Aakarsh was a spoiled brat, and Mounika was a middle class girl who knew the value of money. She didn't care, because she had hope. One day, he will actually like me for me.

Uday was coming out of the same class as Mounika, just looking at her smiling. Maybe it's at that poster. He made that poster. He was smiling at Mounika, but she was too busy staring.

Mounika reached home, and her sister opened the door. "Sandhya, just move."

"Mounika, I found some pictures of him."

"Wait, who sent you those, Sandy?"

"Akanksha."

"The idiot doesn't know when to send things. What if mom and dad saw it?" Mounika forgot her phone at home, and WhatsApp notifications appeared on the lock screen.

"Calm down Mouni, just enjoy staring at this idiot's pictures."

Mounika rolled her eyes. "If you call him an idiot one more time, I'm going to throw you down from that balcony. Do you understand?"

"Whatever. But he's still an idiot."

Sandhya ran to her room before being caught by Mounika. That was a good escape.

Meanwhile, Uday was just staring at his sister's light pink wall, the color she wore that day. 

"Bhaiyya (brother in Hindi), what the hell are you staring at?"

"Can't you see Nishita, I'm staring at the wall, don't disturb."

She looked at the wall. The plain pink wall with a painting of a multi-colored heart she drew when she was in third grade.

"Why are you staring at that heart I drew seven years ago when you hate it so much?"

"Ew, who's staring at that stupid heart."

"Huh? The air."

"Okay, let it continue."

Nishita rolled her eyes. "Tell me the truth."

"The wall's color is so pretty."

"What's the girl's name?"

"Mounika." He stopped for a second, realizing that he accidentally let out her name. "Um, Ms. Mounika, our teacher."

"Then who's Mrs. Davis?"

He paused. "Bhaiyya, is she pretty?"

He chuckled. "I'll tell you if you promise that you won't tell mom and dad."

"Nope. Tell me man!"

"Her face is beautiful. Her smile is beautiful. Her voice is beautiful. Her intelligence is beautiful. Her kindness is beautiful. Her personality is beautiful. She's beautiful."

"She sounds really pretty, and her name is too. Do you have a picture?"

Uday took out his phone and showed her the pictures he took of her when he was leaving. Nishita looked for a while, and while staring, she asked, "Bhaiyya, isn't she a bit fat?"

"Being fat means being full of personality."

"And who sent you that forward message?"

"Arjun uncle."

"I knew it. Whatever."

At the same time, Aakarsh and his roommate Akshay were talking about girls. Aakarsh started. "Oh my god, you should've looked at Ishita, she is so pretty! She wouldn't leave me. She was like, 'How about a coffee tomorrow?'"

"Haha, she is such an idiot. Did you see Mounika today, in that pink t-shirt? Oh my god, she was so ugly!"

"Yeah, and she keeps bumping into me, I don't know if it's on purpose. If it is, I will tell her on her face that she is straight up ugly and fat and is an idiot."

"You should, Aakarsh."

Mounika was thinking about how she accidentally was about to bump into Aakarsh three times that day. Thank you god, thank you for giving me a chance to talk to him. Although it was just a "sorry", it means a lot. Thank you god.