Chapter One

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Girls....
I hate them...
It's not like I hate them but...
I don't like them...
It's not like I don't like them but...
Okay look!
When you don't have the courage to speak to girls nor you have a good looking face....
It's good to say that you don't like them...
Izzat down nahi hoti na!

The last 10 years of my school life... I have tried my best to run away from them! I have ignored them a lot! Even when there were none of my friends in my section... I have kept myself in studies.. because girls don't like boys who study all the time!

Although I didn't study, I acted to do so!
Hence, no one approached me!
But...
But...
But....
Agar sab kuch plan ke hisaab se chale.. toh kya main insaan aur kya aap bhagwan!
Actually... Destiny also doesn't want me to stay peacefully...
So they sent a very peaceful #girl in my life...

HANSVI RATHORE!

I SO DO HATE HER!

Like she doesn't behave like a girl! She's always in a bossy mood! And always messes things up! And due to her! I need to clean up everything!

Because her roll number is before mine! And destinically! We are always in one team!

This is the one thing I hate about my destiny!

(There's nothing to like about it anyways!)

And her problem is! She would always boss around me! I don't know why?

Like... I am a good boy! Who tries to stay up with his own self! Who tries to ignore each and every girl existing in this world... And there's she... Who's breaking my oath!!!

Like why???

Why God??

(As if you would answer to me!)

So.... There's nothing left to say about her-----

"Hrithvik!!!! Jaldi chal! Wapas se ek case ho Gaya hai!"

I heard Sam calling my name...
He looked tensed...
I guess I know the reason behind it...

Hansviiii!!!!

I ran with him to the field... And guess what... What I must be seeing...
Hansvi is fighting with a boy! And she has almost killed him... And my mother says  "she's the most socially oriented girl she has ever met!" 

Socially oriented my foot!

"Hrithvik kya soch Raha hai?? Bacha usse! Woh sirf Teri baat maanti hai! Jaa Naa saale!" Sam said...

She listens to me?
Yeah!
Only when I agreed to buy her an ice cream!
That too MAGNUM!
Gaye mere 100 rupay!

Sighing I went near them... And called her..

"Hansvi!" I sighed while she looked at me with those scary devil red eyes!

I gulped in fear...

"Dekh tu acchi dost hai na meri! Maan Jaa! Chor de usse! Main promise kar Raha hu woh aur aisa kuch nahi karega!  Filhal chor de usse!"

She looked at me as if she would eat me up with extra masala!

(That sounded really wrong! But don't double mean it!)

She left that guy's collar... And came towards me! Chewing her chewingum... She stood just in front of me... And she forwarded her hand!

I looked at her...

"Kya? Aise kya dekh Raha hai? Tu mujhe Magnum khilaane wala hai na?" She asked...

Before I could say anything my friends all started yelling "YES"...

"Haan! Haan! Hansvi! Yeh tujhe Magnum kya! Puri ice cream ki dukaan kharidke dega! Bass hume chor de!"

They said...
Abbey saalo! Paise toh mere jaayenge na!

"It looks like.. you don't wanna treat me with Magnum!" She said...

And turned around... And before I could understand anything... I received a huge punch on my face.. which made me fly... And i fell on the ground...

"Abh Magnum ke badle.. kisi ke upar toh apna gussa Kam karna tha na!"

Was the last thing I heard...
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I was in the sick room... My friends brought me there... And i was cooling my black eye with an ice pack...

I could see Hansvi standing at the door, chewing her gum... While the teachers were rushing here and there...

I could see our class teacher dragging Hansvi out of the room...

I sighed...

"Dekha bhai! Ek Magnum ka anjaam?" Sam said...

I sighed again...

So..  this was my life now...
Don't ask me how we both became friends and why we shared that equation!

It's just that! Our exams, vivas, projects and practicals brought us together! While, she thought me as her punching bag!

Life's good!
It's heaven!
Preparing for NEET exam!
Everyday coaching classes..
Everyday school...
And everyday a short, tiny punch!
Which did not harm me!
Just sent me to the sick room!

(Don't even try to miss out the sarcasm!)

"Hrithvik! Don't worry about it! We have called both of your parents! They will be here anytime soon!"

My class teacher said...
Parents call was an everyday thing for both of us!
Her parents came for listening to the complaints!
While mine came for registering the complaints!
Although, both remained as it is!
Our principal didn't used to involve herself in these!

Now.. it's an everyday thing..
So my parents have also became bored!
They just come to visit the school!

"Aur baccha! Aajka punch kaisa laga?"

That's my mom!
I removed the ice pack from my eye and let her see!

"Aapke so called socially oriented larki ne Kiya hai yeh!"

"Haa! Toh aur kaun karega?"

"Aap khush ho?"

"Nhi! But abh.. "aadat si hai mujhko aise... Jeene mein!" 😂😂"

"Kaisi maa ho aap!"

"Abh Roz Roz complaint karne se kuch farq toh aa nahi raha! Toh bass Milne aa jaati hu! Aur tujhe half school mein lene! Chal abh!"

She got up from her chair while at that moment, Hansvi came in...

She came with a smile and touched her feet!
Believe me! My face was horrified at that time!

"Namaste aunty! How are you?"

"I am fine beta! Tum kaisi ho?"

"Bass aunty chal Raha hai! Bohot pressure ho Gaya hai na abhi!"

"Haan woh toh dikh hi Raha hai!"

She said signalling at me! Trust me..
I wasn't shocked looking at them would be an understatement!

I was shocked as hell! Like why? And how?? They can get along so well! While I can't tolerate her!!
And now they are laughing together!
My mom has came to meet me or her?
I am being punched or she?
I am in the sick room with a black eye or she?
I am using the ice pack or she?
She's talking with her so much!

The reason I hate her!
She has snatched my mom too!
Actually! Coincidentally, my mom and her mom had become best friends at a party! So I have to bear her tantrums all the time! Which I hate to!!
God please save me from both of them!
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TBC

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