In A Parallel World:Parallel Professions

The First Day At Uni

Girl 1(with disgust): Eww look at her, she still thinks that hoodies are cool but they are so uncool

Girl 2(while chuckling): Ikr, somebody- PLEASE, tell her

Girl 3(while nodding): Yeah, she has no dressing sense, she looks like a grandma fr fr

Boy 1: Her drip is so dry bro, it gives the 1800s drought

Boy 2: Yeah, she belongs to the museum- so old and ugly. 

Girl 4: YUCK, SHE IS THE SAME GIRL WHO BUMPED INTO ME EARLIER.EWW. Not only does she have a bad dressing sense, but she also has bad manners and zero situational awareness. I wonder who raised her, yuck.

Girl 5 : OMG GIRL, ARE YOU SERIOUS?

Girl 4: Yes buddy.

Girl 5(while smirking): Don't worry, babe. I gotchu. Now, just wait and watch.

Trivita rolled her eyes and dragged her feet to the podium. As she walked further, she suddenly tripped over something and fell down. 

Girl 5: Oops.(she stuck her tongue out )  Mind your surroundings babe.(she smirked and gave her a flying kiss)

Girl 4: *Laughs and Hi-Fis her best friend*

The entire class laughed, including the faculty mentor.

Trivita groaned and got up. She initially thought she tripped over a edgy surface but then realized it was that girl's leg. The girl was quick enough to retort her leg, that's why no one noticed. 

"So, guess we have your nickname before we got to know your name, eh?" Debyaan made a  sarcastic remark and laughed more.

"Miss clumsy, right?" he continued.

Trivita felt very embarrassed. As much as she pretended she didn't care and it didn't hurt, it did. She just shook her head and walked forward. 

"Look at her face, looks like a deflated poori." he remarked again and laughed harder. "I was just joking, don't need to get so offended, Miss." he chuckled and patted her back. She moved away  and jerked his arm away. She pursed her lips and put her arms around her back. She stood slightly diagonally, with one foot forward and angled towards the right side.

"Trivita. My name is Trivita." she declared with a carefree attitude.

"That's all? Come on, tell us more about yourself." Debyaan nudged her to speak more.

"Is this an interview? There is literally nothing interesting about me, sir" she said while emphasizing on the word 'sir' and gave him a sweet smile. 

"That, I can see" he chuckled.

"But, wait a second, Miss. you look familiar. You sure your parents aren't popular?"

"Shit." Trivita muttered. The last thing she wanted was to be called as a 'nepo kid'.

"I came across this photo in my gallery." Debyaan, huffed playfully.

"Is this you?" he pointed to that photo and questioned.

It was indeed her. She gasped.  She wondered how he had that photo.

"How-How did you..?" she shuttered as she struggled to gather words.

"Well, seventeen years ago.." Debyaan started, flashing that ever-so-annoying smile.

"... your parents vlogged your first birthday celebrations." he smirked as he continued.

The entire class looked amused.  Trivita silently cursed her parents and made a poker face.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, meet Trivita Kumari. Daughter of famous lifestyle vloggers- Dhruvansh and Maya. " he declared and grinned. 

Trivita, just managed to pass a tight-lipped smiled. 

The class booed her more, calling her 'nepo'. As if, most of you are not. Trivita muttered while gritting her teeth. She walked back to her seat, glancing at the class and recognizing a few nepo kids. 

The introductions continued and like that twenty minutes passed by.

"Azeem-O-Shaan Shahenshah" 

The music played and there was a pause. Everyone looked here and there with utter confusion.

"Azeem-O-Shaan Shahenshah" the music continued.

Two peons frantically rushed and laid down the red carpet in the class.

"What's going on, here?" Debyaan asked as he was perplexed.

"The star is here, sir." One of the peon replied while trying to catch a breath.

"Oh! What a delight" Debyaan, clasped his hands together and replied in a sugar-coated voice.

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A/N : Who is this star?🤔Wait until the next update to know who. Till then, keep guessing.