Chapitre 1: There is something about her
Visha stared at her closet, unable to decide what to wear. Today was her first day, she was a college freshman now. It was important to make a good first impression or everyone will have friends and she will be left alone. No one wants that.
Her mother came looking for her to see what was taking her that long. She could understand Visha's nervousness about her appearance. She has had her first day of college too. She came in and picked out a beige coloured top and a white skirt that would complement her beautiful long legs. Visha agreed with her mother's decision and gave her a hug "Thanks Mom. What would I do without you?"
"Run around naked maybe" she laughed as she left. Visha changed and excitedly started to leave the house. "Wait" her mother called. She already had everything and even paid respect to her father's shrine. What else could there be?
"How many times have I told you to always tie your hair?" She came running and tied her hair in a ponytail.
"I think they would look even better free." Visha complained. She was sick of her mother always saying the same thing. She looked at herself in the mirror. Her long luscious hair flowing down all the way to her hips. Such thick black hair, but always tied up. What a pity. She thought.
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She entered and saw a lot of other nervous freshmen everywhere. Glad she wasn't the only one. It took her a little time to notice that every guy turned back at least once to look at her. She smiled and kept walking. This attention made her feel better. She appeared a little more confident than before.
A girl approached her and asked, "Freshman?" Visha nodded.
"Hey, I'm Priya. I'm a freshman too." she shook her hand and smiled.
"You must be really nervous for your first day?"
"Aren't you?" Visha asked, confused.
"Not really," Priya answered with a smile. "I got settled in the dorm a week ago. So I already know a few people. Come, I'll introduce you."
Priya pulled Visha by her hand and headed towards the main lawn. Visha felt she was really lucky to have met her. Now she doesn't have to worry about not making friends anymore.
Priya introduced her to other students, some from even the same class. They all decided to sit down and chat in the cafeteria. That's when she saw a couple walk in. They had a really mysterious aura around them. Everyone started to look away from them. Many were facing down. The girl smiled at this reaction from everyone. She liked it. She liked the fear on others' faces.
"Who are they?" Visha asked.
"That's Dhira and Shivam. They are sophomores and like to keep to themselves. They don't like to talk to anyone." Priya explained.
"I say they are just too arrogant. Don't know why they think they're above everyone." one girl said.
"Yeah, just looking down on everyone else. Bitch and an asshole really." another chimed in.
"Yeah. Who do they think they are?" said a guy beside Priya.
Visha was about to look away when Dhira looked at her. Their eyes met and Visha refused to be intimidated and stared back. Shivam noticed that. He patted Dhira's shoulder and she turned away walking past them. Everyone fell quiet, there was something about them that felt too dangerous. Visha couldn't pinpoint the exact factor but she felt something was odd about them. Her gaze followed them to the door as they left. She looked down again and concentrated on the food in front of her. At that time someone pulled the chair opposite her and sat down. Visha looked up to see a handsome well built man. His caramel eyes staring at her as his lips curved upwards to reveal a flirtatious smile.
"Who knew there would be such a beautiful freshman this year?" and laughed. He then turned to Priya, "Won't you introduce us?"
Priya smiled awkwardly, "This is Visha, and Visha that's Vikram. He was my senior at school and he is in junior year."
"Yeah. I remember this little one always following me around at school. See I told you it wasn't that difficult to get in here." he said to Priya. And Priya blushed. He then conversed normally with everyone but kept on stealing looks at Visha. He couldn't help but be attracted to her. This girl is more than just beautiful, she is bewitching. Such depth and grace in her eyes, such luscious long hair. He thought. Vikram couldn't keep his eyes off of her. And this made Priya uncomfortable.
"Can I ask why you tie up such gorgeous hair? It's an injustice to their beauty. They would look much better opened up." Vikram finally gathered the courage. Visha looked a little stunned by this, "I like it this way." she smiled as she tucked her hair behind her ear subconsciously. She didn't want to be made fun of by saying it was her mother who forced her to do so. Priya couldn't hide her discomfort anymore and stood up from her seat. Visha looked at her confused.
"I have something to do first. I'll leave early.'' She said that and left.
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"What happened to you back there?" Shivam asked. He has never seen Dhira notice anyone. They have known each other for a few years and this was the first time she looked at someone. "Did you not see that? Everyone is suppressed by our aura but she wasn't."
"You're thinking too much. She is just a freshman."
"No. The way she looks, the way she makes others look at her. I'm telling you, there is something about her." Dhira was sure. She has never been wrong about such things.
"Then what do you want to do?" Shivam was curious. He has never seen Dhira unsettled to this extent.
"Let's have a chat back at our place first. Then we'll decide what to do with that one." Dhira picked up her bag and left as Shivam followed her.
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