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Dariya woke up early the next day to leave for college. She opened the shower and stood under the water for a long. "Arrhh." She made sounds as the warm water touched her wounded hands. She seemed to have not noticed them at all. She walked out of the shower, putting the robes back on and walked into her closet. Clothes ranging from various brands arranged for her by Nara. She chose a lemon yellow shirt and light blue jeans. She took time and dressed with one hand. She touched up her face with a light makeup and put the hair free since she couldn't comb them. She took her oil paint kit from her study and went down the stairs. Nara seemed to have asked the maid to prepare Dariya's favorite cream of mushroom soup and toast for breakfast. Dariya wished to skip but Nara brought her the food and made her eat them. Only thing Dariya was allowed to take the decision was her major. Without hesitation, she chose art as her major, though she was heavily criticised even called lazy to her face for studying and work hard. Now being the final year student and the ace of her department when it comes to painting, she felt happy to live inside her own world where her heart was in peace. Her dream was to do become the known Potter on her own, through hard work and her independent identity without any influences. She joined pottery classes when was only eight and art classes later after ten when she didn't like the plain pots. She learned to paint in them but the love for art didn't stop there.

Dariya walked into the campus. The girl's volleyball team were practicing. 'The tournament must be coming.' She thought. She looked at her watch and smiled. She used to go for practices by six in the morning during the match seasons and stay late till eight at night. Her heart fluttered for a moment thinking of the moment she held the trophy in her hands back in school days. She took a deep breath and walked watching them lay in the court. The group of boys was running past her and one hit her accidentally doing their work out running around the campus. Her bag fell down and the paint kit fell down and rolled into various directions. Another guy walking behind her rushed to help her as she sat down to take the things and put it back in her bag. He collected the paints and her brush kit for her. He noticed her as she collected her things using only one hand. He sat in front of her and took her right hand to see the wounds.

"You didn't dress them. It can get infected if you don't take care of it," he said. She looked at him. He had round eyes. That was the first thing she noticed. He was wearing a cement green shirt and black jeans with a black hoodie on top. He had headphone connected to his ear and took them off as he spoke to her. He kept his books down on the floor. Dariya noticed them. It was the collection of Keats' poems and Greek Myth. Dariya took her hands back. "Thanks." She said and got up. He collected his books and got up. "Sure." He smiled and left. She went straight to class. She guessed about what major he would belong to and which class he would be.


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