Part9
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Part 9
Sharanya's pov
One week has passed since my first day at college. I was excited as well as nervous these days; Sir didn't taunt me, nor did we have any conversation. I thanked God as Priyank left for Delhi the previous night, so we didn't come face to face. He was weird and worse than the brown-eyed monster. He was dangerous and what he did with me yesterday was enough to scare the s**t out of me.
Anusha ma'am was always rude. She always ordered me to do this or that.
I met Mom twice; she was doing well and doctors would do her operation in two months. I had no idea why it had taken so long.Well, I wasn't a doctor, so I couldn't say anything.
I have 2000 rupees left with me. I didn't use any outfit from the wardrobe, nor did I use his card. I wasn't a gold digger, but he thought I was.
After taking a bath, I changed into simple palazzo pants and a kurti and took my stole. I combed my hair and applied a little compact and lip balm, then walked out of the room.
Now I had to make black coffee for Neil, sir, and green tea for Anusha, ma'am.
I was walking and boom, ohh yeah, wow, I fell down because I bumped into something hard like a wall.
Ouch, my butt hurts.
I looked up and my eyes widened; it was a brown-eyed monster. He was so tall, ughhh. I stood up still. I was so small in front of him.
"Sorry," I mumbled as I turned to walk away.
"You OK?" He asked, Oops, he could talk softly also!
I nodded and was about to leave, but he asked me something that was unexpected, "What happened to your hand?" He pointed towards my left hand.
"No.. nothing..." I mumbled, hiding my hand with the scarf.
He steps closer to me and holds my left hand, making me hiss a little. "It's fine.. sir," I said softly, trying to take my hand back.
"Who did this?" He asked, looking at my burnt hand and then at me.
Flashback.
Yesterday.
I was done making black coffee for Neil sir, and Priyank also ordered me.
I poured it into two cups. I picked one cup and turned only two bumps into Priyank. The black coffee felt on his new coat a little. I flinched and stepped back, scared.
"I..." I'm sorry" I apologize.
"You bloody middle class, you destroyed my expensive suit," he said, looking at me angrily.
"It was your mistake; you were standing just behind me," I said.
"You b***h, you answer back huh, now see what I can do with you," he said as he took my left hand in his.
"Leave me," I said, struggling.
"Just wait, b***h," he said, clutching my wrist tightly and picking up the other cup of hot coffee, making my eyes widen.
"No..noo please!" I cried without listening, as he poured the hot coffee on my hand. I bit my lip hard enough not to cry out loud. That hurts so damn much.
Tears started flowing like waterfall. He left me with a jerk. Just then, Nadia Bi stepped in. After giving me a glare, he left the kitchen.
"What happened, Sharanya?--Oh my God, your hand got burnt." She was concerned.
I wiped my tears harshly, "It's fine, just hot coff..ee fell on my hand. I will apply ointment."
"Could you please make black coffee for Neil sir again?" I asked further.
"Of course, my kid, you go and apply ointment on the burnt area." I nodded and went to the room where I was staying.
Flashback ends.
"I asked something, Sharanya, where are you zoned out?" And this broke my trance.
I uttered, "Huh.." I didn't know what to say.
"Who did this, Sharanya?" The brown-eyed monster asked again.
"No..no on.e, just a hot cup of coffee that fell on my hand yesterday," I explained.
"Did you apply ointment?" he asked why he was being so concerned.
"I did." I said, "Ughh, leave my hand, it's painful."
"Today is your first day at college, right?" He asked and I nodded. "The driver will drop you off," he said.
"No need sir, I will go by auto rickshaw. I already know the direction." I said softly. I didn't want to use his expensive cars.
"I am not asking, I am saying," he said in a stern tone.
Looking at him, "I don't need your help" I said, and he rolled his eyes.
"How much do you intend to act, Sharanya?" he mocked.
"You aren't as good as you are pretending," he hissed at me, making me smile.
"I am not good right I am just pretending, right? Then why are you thinking about me, sir? Who am I to you? No one,right?"
"Don't take my tension, sir, I'll handle myself." His grip loosened as he left my hand and I walked away.
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"Hello, driver?"
"Yes sir?"
"Sharanya has just left for college. Follow her to the college and inform me when she steps inside the premises safely."
"Ok sir."
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I stepped out of the auto-rickshaw and stood in front of the college, my dream college. There were so many rich students who were coming in cars wearing expensive outfits.
I walked in clutching the side of my scarf . Everyone was passing me looks. I was indeed an outsider here.
"Look at her dressing sense, so cheap."
"Who is she, man? And how did she get admission here? "
"Maybe in scholarship."
"Damn, she is indeed so weird, ughh"
I heard them saying this about me, but I ignored it. I don't know the direction of the principal office! Now what to do? And whom to ask?
I felt a pat on my shoulder as I turned to find 2 girls and 1 boy were standing there.
"New admission?" asked one girl. I nodded yes.
"We are your seniors and you have to obey us," said the other girl.
"Excuse me, you are just a senior, not a teacher," I replied.
"Oh, you can talk too, you bloody down market."The girl raised her hand to slap me and I shut my eyes tightly.
Wait. I didn't get a slap?
To be continued
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