Chapter 2: Team up!
It was eight in the morning when Class A gathered in the practice field. Nashir was quietly assembling the profile papers of the disciples. Everyone had a sombre aura around them.
'This is turning to be a headache' Emon thought as she sub consciously rubbed her temples. But the main question of the day was...
Will those two come?
Although the disciples waited for them to be grouped, all of them secretly wished to be paired with the two star disciples of their Atelier who proudly wielded their Majors like they were born with it.
Nashir arranged his papers and looked straight at his favourite disciple... Mahir.
Following his look everyone's gaze fell on the figure most awaited and whispers broke out quite instantly. How he had come so silently was unknown to her.
Mahir stood casually, leaning on a tree and keeping his eyes low. Emon had only once seen his sparkling silvery blue eyes... It truly was enchanting! A cap of jet black hair fell in volumes over his face which had a perfect, infact too perfect set of jaw and a chiseled nose.
He has the face of a god... Someone whispered.
But fights like a demon... Emon retorted.
She had seen him practise with a Chattel once where he gave the latter a serious fight and a broken nose. Every muscle on him was coiled with strength and agility... and his black tshirt did little to cover up the perfectly honed sinews.
'Yeah... the girls would definitely go bonkers... had there been any... not that the boys are being any different...' Emon sighed.
Mahir almost never attended classes but somehow managed to remain Nashir's favourite. His cold gaze told her he was utterly bored.
The leaves crunched and the last one arrived... Ashm.
His handsome features was always marred by a frown. He never seemed to smile but that didn't lessen his charms though. Spikey chestnut brown bangs fringed his eyes as he scanned the gathering and spotted Nashir.
Nashir acknowledged him with a slight nod and began the allocations.
"Bashir, Rivan and Onir"
The trio shuffled and stood separately.
"Giri, Karan, Nishant"
Another trio walked out of the crowd and stood beside the first group.
The names went on and soon ten groups were formed.
"Mahir, Timir and Puran"
Mahir didn't even bother to look at his partners and walked straight to stand beside the previous group. The other two disciples quietly came out to stand with Mahir. Their faces beamed with excitement but they had their lips sealed infront of Nashir.
"And lastly Farhan, Mayank and Ashm"
Ashm didn't move from his place, rather the other two members came to stand beside him.
"That's all... Your practice starts from today. The Chattels are waiting at the hall."
Emon was dumbstruck... She wasn't even called... There was no team for her... The realisation slowly settled... No one truly acknowledged her...
A sad smile broke on her lips... No one wanted her after all...
Seeing her standing alone Nihar wanted to hug her and free her of all the worries...but he couldn't. He had come to take a look at the process but his heart wrenched on seeing the once happy girl changing little by little. Her smiles were only when she was with him.
Nihar turned his back and walked away... He really couldn't watch her crumble as she came face to face with the reality... No powers no acknowledgment.
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