THE FRESHER PARTY

Ayan was sitting alone in his room. He was drinking continuously since he came from college. His mood was spoiled as he got slapped. The same girl hurt her twice. He lost his match first time in his whole life and of course by a random girl.

Second, that girl is showing her attitude to him. He was Ayan Singh for god sake no girl could reject him in their wildest dreams.

That girl doesn't know that she didn't slap his face she slapped his ego. And for him, nothing is more important than his big ego. But once sudden in all his anger, he thought how he touched her hands and how he kissed her. It was the best kiss of his life. He never felt this much with anyone. He was a playboy and he may kiss thousands of girls. But it was the first time when he thought this kiss shouldn't end.

Jhummi likes sketching so much. So she was making a beautiful scenery of a perfect family. Her mind was lost with today's incident. She could still feel his hands on her. And whenever she closes her eyes her mind reminds her about the kiss.

He stole her first kiss. He damn stole it. She always dreamed about her first kiss, it was the most beautiful kiss with a perfect man who'll love her more than his life. But nothing happened as she thought. He ruined her most beautiful dream.

She never thought in her wildest dream that something like this could happen to her. She thought that she'll get revenge on him someday but for now, she will avoid him fully. She doesn't want to face him now. This was the first time when some boy was this close to her. She can't forget this for god sake.

Jhummi and Suhani were doing practice for a dance competition. Suhani was a brilliant dancer. She had won a lot of prizes in dancing so she was teaching jhummi. Jhummi was a little distracted from her sadness now. With so much focus she was learning steps. But her smile vanished in seconds when Ayan walked into the hall. His gaze fell on her and she felt a shiver in her body. But Suhani pet her shoulder and jhummi forced a smile.

She ignored him and they left. Both girls were so excited. Today was party day and they were thinking about who will become Mr. and Ms. Fresher of the year. Jhummi wore her black dress along with heels and Suhani did her make up with curls. And Suhani makes herself ready too. Both were looking beauties.

Jhummi was looking completely like a princess from Disney land. Every boy can be flat on her. 

"You are looking damn hot by God, if I were a boy I'll never let you go baby," said Suhani, and jhummi smiled shyly, 

Party was held in the college hall, Jhummi and Suhani reached college at 6:30 pm. Party was about to start.

A senior couple was hosting the party and they warmly welcomed all new Freshers. Hall was buzzing with students hooting and shouting. Jhummi and Suhani's performance was awesome and the party was rocking.

It was the final round of the party and everyone has to put a party mask on their faces.

It was a couple of dance rounds. The best couple of dancers would be Mr. and Ms. Fresher of the year. The round started with awesome songs and with every new song partners were changing.

Judges were noticing each and every couple and their steps. And when again song changed jhummi and Ayan came together. Ayan put his hand on her waist and grabbed her closer. Jhummi felt something different and her nostril felt the same cologne.

And she realized it was Ayan she tried to left but Ayan's grip was tight in her waist. Ayan made her dance forcefully and when the song ended jhummi freed herself from him and took a step back.

Everyone was clapping and shouting. Judges were about to announce the winners,

 "Batch number 7 was Mr fresher and batch number 25 was Ms. Fresher of the year", said the judges with a cheerful smile, and everyone was started staring on stage that who they are, Jhummi saw her batch number and intense happiness danced in her eyes, she became Ms. Fresher and she jumped in excitement.

She was walking in stages direction and her steps become slow when she noticed that Ayan was Mr fresher. Judges announce one more time her batch number and Suhani pushed her on stage. She forced a smile when the judge put a beautiful tiara on her head with a gift.

And Ayan also got a gift with Mr. Freshers tag. And then everyone started saying that Mr. and Ms. Fresher have to do a dance together. Jhummi's denial went waste and she has to do a dance with him.

He was looking so handsome and hot Jhummi's mind hit her with this thought. She was staring into his eyes and he was smiling at her and they were doing a gentle dance.

As the dance ended Ayan kissed Jhummi's hand and jhummi become numb as she forgot how to react and she left instantly. It was dinner time and jhummi and Suhani were eating peacefully when jhummi was saying her everything in detail.

A guy came to them and introduced himself. He was tall and handsome. His eyes were shining like crystal. Jhummi recognized him he was Abhimanyu, but why he came to her, before Ayan, he was the most handsome and sexy boy in her college and all girls of her college die for him. He was popular with boys too.

When jhummi won the seminar he was so happy because he was not in the city at that time otherwise he would rock the seminar.

"Hey congratulated jhummi for the tournament and for today's achievement too", said Abhimanyu and offered his hand,

Jhummi happily shook her hand with him but suddenly Abhimanyu pulled her in a hug. Jhummi was shocked but she didn't complain.

Ayan was staring in their direction from distance and he was boiling in anger. He doesn't know why he was getting high and he broke the glass in his hand and his hand started bleeding.

Jhummi broke the hug and forced a smile. Abhimanyu told jhummi that from Tomorrow they could practice together and jhummi nods her head in agreement. And then Abhimanyu asked for leave and he left.

Jhummi was happy because she appreciates Abhimanyu's skill and talent, she always watches his every match and he is no doubt a wonderful player. Jhummi learned so many tricks from him by just watching him so she was excited for tomorrow.