Newcomers (Part 2)

Vikram entered the class with a bruised face and caught everyone's attention. The swelling had gone down a lot in just the weekend. The cuts on his face had healed too. Everyone was stunned to see him like that. A huge crowd formed around him to express their shock and concern. To him they felt like those annoying flies that kept on buzzing near you and won't give up. No matter how much you waved them away. All they wanted was some stupid gossip to spread around. So he decided he will give them a good one.

"There was this woman getting mugged by some goons. I was passing by and called the cops. They started to run so I just kept them there till the police arrived." he said with an embarrassed smile. All the girls pitied him over his tragedy. They became even bigger fans of his modesty and helpful nature. While the guys hated him for that. As if the girls weren't crazy enough for him already, now that he was hurt while helping someone, he will be treated like some king. They knew he acted like a good guy to impress girls and always kept ambiguous relationships with all of them. Every girl felt like she was special to him. But he treated them all the same way to get his work done. Someone wrote down notes for him, someone did his assignments, some made special lunches and so on.

Someone cleared their throat behind them to get their attention. Everyone turned around to see the professor standing at the door squinting his eyes. He looked annoyed at the crowd blocking the entrance. To him they were all a bunch of fools. He then noticed them surrounding Vikram and saw the bruises on his face. He looked at him questioningly and a girl from behind decided to answer.

"Sir, Vikram saved someone from thugs."

"Yeah, he was a hero." another said.

"He did exactly what any man would do." said a jealous guy. Vikram still tried to be modest as he shyly turned away. Professor ignored their childish banter and settled his specs before speaking,

"There is a transfer student in the class. Come in, Yash."

A handsome and devilishly charming man entered the classroom and took every girl's breath away. He had a king like presence. His unkempt stubble made him seem like a rough rugged Viking and seemed to alleviate his charms. They couldn't help but admire his sexy look. Their excited shrieks could be heard all over the entire floor. That's what you could call a 'Man', they thought. Others were just boys. Yash ignored the display of passion and the drool over their faces. He wasn't here to know how popular he was among women. He already knew that very well. He was here on a mission. He wanted to find that specific girl, the only one worthy of his love. The only one who deserves to be by his side. And he won't go back till he finds her.

***

Shivam had just seen the handsome transfer student in his class. He was well built and stout. One couldn't call him huge but he got quite close. All the girls were swooning over his charming looks. He gave off a gentle Prince like vibes. They already saw him as their Prince Charming. Everyone surrounded him as soon as the lecture was over. They were all curious about this charming new addition of the class.

"So, where are you from Vir?" a girl asked.

"Yeah. We have never seen you in the area?"

"I am not from around here. We just moved in. So, we joined the nearest college." he answered with a smile.

"We? You and who else?"

"My elder brother. He is in Junior year."

"Is he also handsome like you?" one teased.

"More than me, I guess." he smiled in embarrassment. The girls giggled as they saw him blush. Their Prince Vir!

He seemed polite and gentle with everyone of them. He even showed great patience when the girls were annoying him during class. He just smiled at every 'accidental' bump, every note passed to him, and every tease they threw at him. But the girls refused to let go of him. Poor guy. Shivam thought. These girls will eat him alive.

***

"That doesn't help at all." yelled Divya. She had agreed to work with Priya so she could have access to Visha's information. But Priya had nothing on her either. She was the same as Divya.

"Yes, it does. We already know someone is helping her. And now we know that person is rich. We just have to be more careful from now on."

"What do you mean? We have to be more alert anyway. Don't say something that is so obvious." Divya was growing restless. This alliance was turning out to be a failure. It was worthless to have Priya around. She didn't know anything special about Visha. The only thing Divya could use was her close relationship with Visha.

"I didn't mean we should to be aware of her helper. I meant more careful because we will be doing something bigger."

"Meaning?"

"Meaning even if she loses an arm, or leg, or life. I will definitely get rid of her this time."

Divya was shocked by her words. She hated Visha too but she didn't want to kill her. She was too young to be thrown in prison if someone finds out. For a moment she was scared of the look on Priya's face. She looked like a hideous beast lurking in the shadows. Just how much did she hate Visha? Divya thought. And she used to think Priya was her best friend. Even Visha doesn't know she was feeding a snake by keeping Priya close. Divya was glad she didn't have anyone who hated her this much.

***