3 Chapter~two~
๐๐ป๐๐ฟ๐ ๐ญ,
๐ง๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐, ๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฎ ๐ต๐๐ด๐ฒ ๐ณ๐๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฒ... ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ป ๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ต๐ถ๐บ. ๐ก๐ผ, ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐๐ถ๐ฐ๐๐น๐ฎ๐ฟ ๐ฎ๐ฏ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฟ๐;๐๐ต๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ท๐ผ๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฒ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ต๐ผ๐น๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ต ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐น๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ป?
๐ฌ๐ผ๐ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐?
๐ช๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐ฐ๐ธ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ด๐ต ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐๐๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐; ๐'๐บ ๐๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฟ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐บ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ฒ๐ฒ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐! ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐๐ฒ; ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ต๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ผ๐๐ป ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ถ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ฐ๐ฟ๐๐๐ถ๐ป๐ถ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฒ๐บ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐๐บ๐ฒ๐ป๐.
๐ฉ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ถ๐ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ด๐ต๐.
๐๐'๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐บ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฒ'๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ธ๐ถ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ฒ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ฝ๐ผ๐ฝ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฐ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ถ๐๐๐๐ฒ. ๐ก๐ผ, ๐๐ผ๐ ๐ถ๐ฑ๐ถ๐ผ๐. ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฝ๐ถ๐ป๐ธ ๐ฑ๐ผ๐ฒ๐๐ป'๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฟ๐ผ๐บ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ฐ!
๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐ ๐๐๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฟ, ๐ถ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐๐ธ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฐ๐๐ฝ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ฒ๐ฎ, ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ต๐ถ (Aunt) ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐ธ๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ, ๐'๐บ ๐ด๐ผ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ผ ๐ฏ๐ฎ๐ป๐ด ๐บ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ฑ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐ฏ๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ผ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ธ๐๐น๐น๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐ท๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ธ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ ๐ต๐ฎ๐๐ฒ ๐๐ผ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐น๐น ๐บ๐ ๐ฏ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ.
๐๐ผ๐๐๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฎ. ๐ธ. ๐ฎ ๐ ๐ฅ๐ผ๐๐ฎ๐น ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐๐.
๐ง๐ต๐ถ๐ ๐๐ผ๐ผ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ฎ ๐ต๐ผ๐๐๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐๐ฎ๐น๐น๐ ๐บ๐ฎ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ ๐บ๐ฒ ๐น๐ผ๐ผ๐ธ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฑ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ผ๐ฑ. ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐๐๐ฒ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ป๐น๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐บ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต ๐'๐บ ๐น๐ฒ๐ณ๐ ๐ฎ๐น๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ; ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ถ๐ป ๐ฎ ๐พ๐๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐ป๐๐ถ๐ป๐ฒ. ๐๐ป๐ฑ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐๐ฒ๐น๐น ๐บ๐ ๐ณ๐ฎ๐บ๐ถ๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ถ๐ ๐ฒ๐ ๐ฎ๐ฐ๐๐น๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฎ๐๐ฝ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด ๐๐ ๐๐๐๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ป๐ ๐ป๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ฑ๐ ๐ถ๐ป ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐น๐ฎ๐๐ ๐๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ผ๐ป๐๐ต๐ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป!!
~๐ ๐ฒ๐ต๐ฒ๐ธ
Nitish felt a grin emerging on his features subconsciously as he noticed the pen ink to be that of a ball pen's.
To think siblings could fight over a pen!
The entry had been scribbled in haste;he could tell from the very way the ink seemed to go haywire on the paper.
Who's could be this?
๐๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ข?
I don't know any one named Meera.
Was this her first IPCC attempt? With a mental shrug to his confusion, he turned to the next page out of curiosity within him.
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Skull candy earphones. Chocolate wrappers. Lots and lots of chocolate wrappers.This guy or girl seemed to like the same candies as she did.
Meera rummaged through the bag with more curiosity as she wondered how she could possibly mix her bag with a stranger's.
Who the hell is this he or she?
Is he or she as worried as I am.
A bunch of crumbled bus tickets came out of the bag; along with Information Technology and Strategic Management notes. This person seemed to believe in Color cordinate notes. Genius!
She flipped through the notes and then fell upon the last page of the classmate notebook.
Lyrics of some song.
She wasn't really into English music to recognize it.
When she almost gave up out of frustration, she noticed a crumpled piece of paper at the extreme end of the bag.
The IT question paper. She smirked.
And sprawled at the end of the sheet with an almost illegible hand writing was written - Nitish Modi.
