"I don't want to become the kind of Adwait who would rip every single skin cell off any man who dares to have even the faintest touch upon your skin," He placed a soft, lingering kiss on her earlobe.
Nitya's heart raced in response to his words. Sh...
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"What are you selecting?" Arushi inquired, peeking at the form in my hand.
"Literature, and you?" I replied, snapping the pen shut before passing it back to her.
We had been tasked with choosing our elective subjects for the upcoming semester. Given my preexisting interest in literature, I chose it as my subject. Reading books and novels had always been a cherished hobby of mine, and I believed that opting for Literature as an elective would be advantageous.
Basically, it's a break from the hardcore demands of my architectural course, a chance to pursue something I actually enjoy.
"I am selecting the same course. It will serve as inspiration for my fashion design program, as I have a particular fascination with the fashion of the 1700s and 1800s in America." Arushi explained, while filling out her form.
Made sense. Immersing herself in the literature of that era would provide her with valuable direction and a deeper understanding of the styles and trends prevalent during that time.
"Let's go; I've completed it," she declared, and together we strolled towards the enrollment department.
I caught sight of Ishana emerging from the block, and upon noticing me, she scoffed, rolled her eyes, and swiftly walked away.
"Why is she always so agitated, man? It's like her ass is constantly on fire," Arushi remarked, tilting her head back to observe Ishana's retreating figure.
It had turned into a bit of a routine with Ishana, those odd looks she kept shooting my way every time we bumped into each other, like she'd stumbled upon an alien or something. But honestly, I'd gotten used to it. Instead of getting annoyed, I just felt kind of sorry for her and her whole nonsensical vibe.
"How about we give her a fire extinguisher?" I mused aloud.
Arushi smirked in response. "Leave that poor extinguisher, Nitya. It's better off far away from her. Knowing Ishana, instead of extinguishing, she'd probably end up burning that extinguisher too."
I erupted into laughter.
We split up off to our separate lectures. For me, it was the same old routine, the professors droning on, my pen dancing across the paper as I scribbled down notes, tackled equations, and endured the occasional barrage of questions. It was all as predictable as breathing.
Nothing more, nothing less.
Perhaps it was because I didn't have any friends besides Arushi. Can't really blame me, though. My trust issues were as sharp as broken glass, and being a scholarship student from a middle-class background only amplified those insecurities.
I had no desire to get tangled up in the mess of the rich and privileged. Not that I was judging, but from Ishana's experiences, that's just how it seemed to be.
