Chapter 2

• Ekansha's POV:
• I have been on this campus for the past two years! AND
• I will fly back to Mumbai in two years.
• Basically I am from Mumbai who is forced to do this
• board here. I am labeled as a celebrity child
• Bombay. To be honest, I don't like fake fame.
• I feel that life is a challenge. Every day is an opportunity
• win it.
• I was very careless and jovial. Cooling my life, in a
• good way.
• My mom wanted me to stay away from them
• spotlight and she was afraid I would spoil myself because of the high profile!
• My dad wants me to learn to be independent and serious. And that's how I got up here.
• It's really hard to believe that this place is so magical. In the two years I've spent here, I feel more mature and responsible. My mom is on cloud nine noticing my good behavior change.
• The best thing you can do in life is make your parents proud. That luck will hit you differently!
• As I remembered my happy life, I could hear my ankles tinkling.
• I was very attracted to that sound.
• I walked through the corridor of the hostel and
• he noticed a girl climbing the stairs. She seemed to be new to the place. Of course it's new. She is
• carrying a cart.
• Wait, what is he doing here?
• "Hey!" I called her.
• She slowly turned to me.
• Her amber colored balls immediately stared deep into mine.
• Her eyebrows formed a perfect arch.
• She wore a yellow palazzo and a white top accessorized with black metallic jewelry.
• Hell. She looked so beautiful.
• I didn't take much time to observe her. One small glance is enough for me to explore.
• Unlike me, she slowly looked me up and down.
• And I let her do it. I like it when people examine me. It gives me a different kind of happiness.
• Well, she wasn't done with her staring. Now it was minutes.
• I paused, "Thank you for examining me. How do I look?" I teased her with my sarcastic smile.
• She immediately tore her eyes from me and went up the stairs.
• "Where are you headed?" I asked, blinking my eyes.
• She is ignorant.
• I ran and held her wrist to stop her. She was amazed by my actions.
• "Stop it." she said.
• My eyes captivated me again as I stood closer to her.
• They were hiding some pain. I see. Wait, why do I care?
• I felt pain in my hand when I asked. She twisted my wrist tightly.
• "Ow.", I recoiled in shock.
• “How dare you touch me?!” she accused me.
• "Fine! Go. This is the boys' dorm. Turn their hands too.", I yelled and ran down the stairs.
• I got angry. My hand hurt like
• someone separated my wrist from my hand. It was unbearable.
• "Shit!"
• I had to go back to the dorm to apply some salve or spray.
• I came back and immediately turned left without seeing.
• I bumped into her.
• "What are you still doing here?" I asked and shivered.
• "1- I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to hit you.", she tried to control her smile.
• I rolled my eyes.
• "Um. Could you point me in the direction of the girls' hostel? Please.", she requested.
• I looked at her.
• “You twisted my arm.
• "Sorry about that." she replied.
• There was a kind of eerie silence between us.
• "I don't want to be a gentleman to you. I'll help you anyway."
• "Thanks." she finally smiled.
• Her smile was breathtaking and rare. I forgot about the pain in my hand for a few seconds before it started to hurt again.
• We left the boys' dormitory. We walked down the road.
• To dispel the pain, beside it.
• What's wrong with answering who are you! All girls
• dying to share his name and phone number with me. Well, I don't want another fake fan.
• The weather here did not allow me to forget the pain.
• I shook my hand and held it.
• "Give me your hand." she said and stopped walking.
• "Sorry, what?"
• She took my hand.
• "How dare you touch me?!" I teased her on the back.
• She twisted my arm again.
• "Oh! You crazy woman!" he cried at that moment.
• I shrunk my face in pain.
• "You bloody monster-"
• "Stop cursing me. The pain is gone.", she said without any expression and continued walking.
• I looked at my hand. Yes. Shes right. It doesn't hurt anymore.
• I ran after her, "You must be karate kid 2.0."
• Looking at me, she gave a small laugh. I took her wheelchair from her hand.
• She didn't mind and continued walking.
• "I'm sorry for twisting your arm. I hate when."
• strangers touch me without my permission. They taught me to wring my hands when someone is squeezing me uncomfortably. It is one part of the defense
• learning.” she shrugged.
• "Have you been training?" I asked.
• "Yeah. It's mandatory. On our side," she said, smiling at me.
• "Which side? Where are you from?" I asked suspiciously.
• “Looks like we accomplished my goal. She never answered my question.
• This makes me angry!
• And then I looked ahead. Girls' dormitory.
• "Thanks," she said, taking her troll from my hand. When her fingers brushed against mine, she felt something and lowered the cart onto my leg.
• I closed my eyes for a second to stop myself from moaning.
• She bit her lip guiltily.
• “It seems you were born to hurt me!” I said rolling my eyes.
• She laughed, "I'm sorry. Again. It was unintentional."
• Her smile disappeared in a second. She looked at me with confused eyes.
• Her hands rested on my chest. This time she didn't expect my movement. I smirked.
• I leaned closer to her right ear and whispered, “I
• I want to know you. i will know you I won't stop until then."
• She shivered as she listened to my voice.
• We both stared at each other for a moment. Her chest heaved up and down with heavy breathing.
• I dropped my hands and put my hood back on
• on my head and walked away from her.
• He has no idea that I love mysteries.
• I smirked again and left without turning around
• rear. What's your name, mysterious newbie? lets go
• start the game!