Author POV

The sun has started to set, making an afterglow in the sky. The birds are chirping in the sky and returning back their home. In this beautiful scenery a person can bee seen walking in the heat. The person's clothes are disheveled clearly indicating fatigue. It is a homeless person.

"Oi I am not a homeless person".

Oops, sorry. It is not a homeless person. She is just Vatika Rathore returning to her home. "Darling I am home". Vatika announced pushing the gates open of her house. "Get freshen up, I will heat up your food". A sweet voice of an old lady is heard from inside.

Vatika unbuckled her shoes, then straightly hit the showers for a quick wash. Meanwhile Vatika's grandmother quickly started to arrange her meal. From a young age, Vatika has grown up under the meticulous care of her maternal grandparents. In her world, they seemed to be one of the constants.

"So, how was school ?" Mrs. Sen, Vatika's grandmother asks her. Vatika was chewing her food then swallowing it, she says. "It was fine I will say. But most of my friends are in different department, so I am little lonely". Vatika expresses her thought."Oh dear, you will find new friends or acquaintances". Her grandmother consoled her. "I hope so".

After her supper, Vatika recalls her first tuition class is also starting today. Feeling lazy, she found a pair of simple jeans wearing with a pink tshirt. During the vacations after supper she will have one power nap, so it has automatically became a habit of her to sleep after eating. Yawing so loud that a colony of flies could live there, Vatika went to her tuition.

Today is her first day in this grade's biology class. Mr. Puri is a renowned teacher in their city, Vatika's cousin was also one of his alumni, so she can't take a chance to be much chaotic in the class. One thing that is nice here is that there is an air conditioner.

Finding an appropriate spot which has the perfect breeze flowing which will keep her cool yet not too cold to make her feel chills and giving her space by which she can observe every classmate of her, Vatika announced that it is her favourite spot and now she is going to sit here for the whole year.

Mr. Puri has still not came, so the students are mingling among themselves. Vatika was too lazy to leave her seat so she decided to keep it to herself. "Is this seat taken ?". A voice is heard from beside. She turns around and finds a girl of her age. Vatika simply shakes her head in denial and starts organizing her stationaries.

Soon Mr. Puri entered, starting the first lesson of this year. "Students I hope you all lecture carefully and take the notes very seriously ". The next 45 minutes were of Mr. Puri lecturing and Vatika surviving it without falling asleep.

" Do you want some water ? " The girl asked from beside an extended her water bottle. Vatika simply looks at her and raises her brows in inquiry. " You seemed quite sleepy so I thought some water will help you ". The girl answers back. Vatika simply drinks some water and thanks her. " I am Vatika Rathore ".

"Yes I know you. Myself, Anayna seth". The girl introduce back. This words piqued Vatika's interest. These words are  not common for her to hear. " You know me ?!" Vatika asks her. "Yes, everyone knows you. You are The Vatika Rathore. The papparazi of R. C. V. S. You were the reason that Mr. Sharma was caught". Ananya explained in joy and looked at her with starry eyes.

"Yeah, well thank you for your appreciation ". Vatika responses back. It felt quite weird to know how famous she is. Generally not much people talks to her, well other than those who know her for a long time.