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"Vikky! Who is she?" Pooja whined, her arms still around Vikram's arm. A frown appeared on her face when he didn't answer. She was so intimidated by the girl that she felt insecure, and Vikram seemed nervous as he stared at her.

"Sorry to disturb you guys! and Brother, you don't have to drop me home hereafter." After hearing her call him brother, it took Pooja's body a second to relax, but why did Vikram tense? She could feel his body tightening up.

Vikram narrowed his eyes and looked at his darling as she smirked, her arms crossed across her chest as she titled her head and looked at them, still leaning against his bike. Even at this movement, she took his breath away, her eyes shining in mischief but also jealousy.

Jealousy suited her well, her big doe eyes wide, her button nose flared, and her lips in a thin line.

The same cute expression when she found Hari taking a seat beside him at the theatre when they went out as a family after she accepted his proposal. The whole movie, he cursed Hari in his mind for sitting in the middle of them, but he enjoyed her jealous expression.

Back to the situation in hand, she looked so cute that he felt like kissing her puffy cheeks, but he wasn't an asshole to make her jealous by being with other girls. He wasn't that and never would be. His mom raised him better.

If Radha heard him, she would be over the moon!

"Oh, and to answer your question, I'm his sister!" Upon hearing that, he lost his last straw of patience as she said that and walked away not before winking in his direction coolly.

Granted, he might feel jealous if he saw her in the same state as him, but calling him brother to irk was not appropriate, and the fact that she does the same thing whenever she is angry is getting on his nerves.

He wanted to follow her and clear up all this misunderstanding, but first, he had to get rid of this leech who still dared to giggle and wrap her arms around his arms.

"Take your hands off!" Taking a deep breath, Vikram ordered, his eyes piercing holes in her fingers that were clutching his bicep. He felt violated by her touch!

But his words were unheard as she continued with a sign. "Thank God! I thought she was your girlfriend by the way you tensed when she spoke. She's kinda pretty though and my friends would hit on her if they saw her. Maybe I should introduce them! Do you have her phone number?"

Pooja gasped when she felt Vikram shrug her off in an arrogant manner as if she had disgusted him. "Vikky?" Her breath struck as Vikram walked near her, her breath coming out labored as he glared at her. She has never seen Vikram this angry or with this expression. He looked scary.

"Can't you get the hint? or are you acting like you're not getting that I don't like you?" Vikram sneered, his fist clenching on his side as she touched his arms again, probably from fear as her fingers shook nervously.

"Stop touching me. I feel harassed!" He exclaimed, his face contorting into disgust when she pouted and touched him again.

"Vikk-"

"Never call me that!"

"But this is how I called you at our kindergarten, and you always liked it!"

Frustrated, Vikram threw his hankey, which he used to wipe his shirt, on the ground angrily as Pooja started blabbering about how she had loved him from childhood and how he always ignored her.

And that's not the problem here, she blackmailed her father to arrange for her to study at his college so they could bond before marriage! Marriage? Hell no! Now that explains his father's tantrum yesterday.

He was hell-bent on making Vikram break up with Harshitha. Most likely, his innocent father would have promised Pooja's father or something!

'He's not a scapegoat that they can use in their helping game. Like hell, he would play this game. He already has more problems than that!' Vikram thought.

"Stop! Stop, okay?" Vikram shushed when she started crying. Her eyes sparkled when he said that but looking at his expression, her face fell.

He looked like he would be anywhere but with her. He's clearly annoyed with the day's happenings, the day hasn't even started, and he hated it!

"Pooja! Get this in your thick skull. I love someone else. The girl before, she's my-"

"Vikram?" Vikram cursed, straightening his posture and signing Pooja to shut up, who pouted, causing him to close his eye in distaste.

'why does everyone have to be rivals in his love story? Why god? why? Can't I live in peace with my darling?'

Clearing his throat, he turned around to see his Maths professor standing there, his formals well pressed and prim without any wrinkles that wrapped across his fit form snugly, his tie on point, neither choking nor loose. Just right. It's rare to see a 'Maths professor' this damp and fit as he stood observing them with his brows raised in question.

"What's happening here is none of my business. However, I advise you to reach your computer lab before Mrs. Sudha marks you absent. I don't want my students to be late for the first day of class." The young professor spoke, his Adam's apple bobbed as he took a sip from his Starbucks. Having said that, he threw the empty cup on the trash can and started walking toward the college building without a word.

"Sir, wait!" Vikram called, falling in steps behind his professor as they climbed up the stair to their department. Their footsteps echoing in the hallway while a few students lingered on some corners without entering the class so they would bunk.

"Yes?"

"Even if Sudha mam marks me absent, can't you put convince her to mark your favorite student present?" Vikram joked, catching a tiny smile on his sir's lips at the mention of his Computer professor.

"Just shut up and attend the class!"

"If I shut up, how'll I charm Mrs. Sudha to mark me present?"

"You have a girlfriend, and stop being annoying!"

"Sure, and likewise! Don't dump my girlfriend with your assignments." Shaking his head, the young professor parted ways with him to reach his room while Vikram chuckled, sprinting toward the lab before the bell went off.

"And Vikram, don't charm my wife!" Those were the last words Vikram heard before entering the lab to see the said person's wife taking attendance.

'Oh shit!'

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On the other side of the college, a girl dressed turtle neck blouse and a fancy saree marched inside the empty classroom, shutting the door with a bang and cringing when it made a loud noise, causing her best friend to facepalm.

Locating her best friend sitting in the corner, the fashion diva raced towards her and took her in a bone-crushing hug. Unable to withstand the weight, they both stumbled, Harshitha's back hitting the wall. "Harshu! I missed you so much!"

"Dhanya, it's only been three days since we last saw each other. You came to my grandma's home, remember?" Harshitha deadpanned, patting her best friend on the back to leave her, signing in relief once Dhanya's retracted her arms to her side.

"So what? I missed you!" Dhanya exclaimed, throwing her arms in the air exaggeratingly while Harshitha shook her head with a smile.

This is the daily occurrence, Dhanya being extra af and showering her with love when they met after days without seeing each other.

"Umm- Someone is dressed up, I see!" Harshitha teased, glancing at her best friend's attire, which was totally opposite of what she wears every day. She's not complaining, her best friend is literally glowing!

"Ahem. I'm doing the MC for the fresher's day celebration this afternoon and don't look at me like that. I ain't dressed up for Vihaan. I'm just want to feel extra pretty today. Is that wrong?" Dhanya exclaimed, turning around to hide her flushed cheeks when Harshitha laughed and said. "If you say so!"

To divert the topic, Dhaya guided her to the window and started taking selfies. After clicking a few photos and selfies to Dhanya's satisfaction, the best friends sat at the empty desk.

"So what made my 'very obedient best friend' skip her first class on her first day?" Dhanya chirped, her eyes observing her best friend, who signed tiredly and leaned against the desk at her question.

"Hey! What happened? Do I have to kill someone? Who made 'MY best friend' sad?" Rolling up her sleeves and tucking her saree pallu on her hip, Dhanya stood up, her hands picking up the pepper spray and the other 'weapons' she carries around from her bag.

"Avaluku avlo scene la illa, but edadu vechu seiyanum di avala!" Harshitha gritted her teeth as she remembered what happened in the parking lot.

(She is not worth the fuss, but we need to do something!)

"Senjuta pochu!" Dhaya clapped, rubbing her palms excitedly as Harshitha explained her plan.

(With all due pleasure!)

Taking up their bags, they raced towards the computer department, laughing, finally using their running talent somehow.

'Well, let's hope they didn't get caught!'

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"Hey, idiot! You ruined my dress!" Pooja screeched, hurriedly wiping the coffee off her pure white salwar.

' Dhanya smirked but changed her expression to apologetic when Pooja turned towards her, scowling.

"Sorry, senior. I was looking, but you were walking like someone let loose from a mental asylum." Dhanya apologized, her expression turning funny as she heard Harshitha's laughter through the earpods.

"What did you just say?" Pooja shouted. Her arms extended toward Dhanya like she was ready to beat her, but once she saw the audience glancing at their way, she dropped it and settled on just glaring.

"Idiot, go away." Pooja hissed, looking down at her white dress, now stained brown dress.

"Says the mental herself," Dhaya muttered, walking away but stopping on her steps when Harshitha scolded her from the other end. "You idiot! You have to convince her to come to the dressing room with you! Not the other way around!"

'Oh, shit!'

"Senior! I'm a fashion student. We have new designer clothes in our lab! You shall take one as compensation." The fashion diva offered, wincing when Pooja pounded on her, her eyes sparkly as she nodded her head eagerly totally forgetting just now she was insulted by Dhanya.

'Designer clothes, my foot! Expect for those creepy-looking mannequins, you guys have nothing in this lab.' Harshitha exclaimed, moving away from the creepy-looking mannequin, causing Dhanya to laugh out loud at the other end.

'2. Bring Pooja to the abandoned lab-✔'

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"Hey, why are we walking and walking on the same route?" Pooja asked, looking around the block.

"Senior! Are you new to college?" Dhanya question, already knowing the answer. Vihana informed them that Pooja was a transfer student and Harshitha's blood boiled when she heard the reason for her transfer.

"Yeah."

"That's why you're feeling like that. All the blocks look similar but it's not. Trust me."

"Senior first!" Dhanya opened the door and waited for Pooja to step in and closed the door once she entered.

"Wait- why does it look abandoned?" Pooja whispered, glancing at the dirt on the floor as she closed her nose with her shawl.

"Because it is, sweetie!" Harshitha cleared her throat, causing both of the girls to yelp in fear.

"Dhanya, really?" Harshitha rolled her eyes. The diva just shrugged and sat down on a chair, ready to watch the show.

"Hey, you! Vikram's sister!" Pooja exclaimed, moving forward to hug her, but Harshitha moved away, causing her to come face to face with that creepy mannequin.

"Aish! Who is this girl? Calling Vikram's wife his sister!" Dhanya exclaimed, dragging her to sit on the chair.

"Wait, what? Wife?"

"Do you want proof? Here look at this." Dhanya shoved her phone against Pooja's face, whose jaw dropped once she saw the picture. She can't believe her eyes!

The girl before her was in bridal attire, and Vikram was in a silk dhoti as they stood before the temple. Her jaws even dropped even more when she looked at the following pictures.

Vikram was tying a Malgasutra around the girl's neck, and more photos of them appeared 'exchanging rings' 'exchanging garland' 'pre-wedding shoot in the middle of fields' as she swiped.

"Now now now! Is it enough, or do you need more?" Harshitha tsked, towering over Pooja, who gulped and shook her head in disbelief.

"Still in denial? Here look at this! He gave me this yesterday."

Pooja gasped, and Dhanya giggled when Harshitha pulled her down her collar and displayed the n number of hickeys peppered across her beauty bone.

"Omg!"

"So I suggest you keep your paws off my Husband. If I see you near him again, there won't be any arms to hug anyone!" With that, Harshitha collared her dress and exited the room while Dhanya snatched her phone off her hands and followed her best friend.

"Hey, idiots! Don't leave me! Bring me with you!" Pooja shouted, searching for them while Dhanya echoed from a distance with a laugh. "Have a great time finding your way back, Bish!"

3. Let the bish find her way back home on her own-✔'

'Mission Pooja- Warned and closed!'

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