3 Chapter~two~

𝗘𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘆 𝟭,

𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗱𝗮𝘆, 𝗩𝗲𝗱 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝗮 𝗵𝘂𝗴𝗲 𝗳𝘂𝘀𝘀 𝗯𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘂𝘀𝗲... 𝗜 𝘂𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗵𝗶𝗺. 𝗡𝗼, 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗼 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗶𝗰𝘂𝗹𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝗯𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻𝗮𝗿𝘆;𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮 𝗺𝗮𝗷𝗼𝗿𝗶𝘁𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗿𝗲 𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗵𝗼𝗹𝗱 𝘄𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗵 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗹𝗲𝗮𝗻?

𝗬𝗼𝘂 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀?

𝗪𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘀𝘂𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗽𝗽𝗼𝘀𝗲𝗱 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆; 𝗜'𝗺 𝘀𝗰𝗮𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗿𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀! 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲; 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗶𝘀 𝗻𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝗶𝗻 𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗼𝘄𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘀𝗰𝗿𝘂𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗶𝘇𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗽𝗼𝗶𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗺𝗯𝗮𝗿𝗿𝗮𝘀𝘀𝗺𝗲𝗻𝘁.

𝗩𝗲𝗱 𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝗲 𝗿𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁.

𝗜𝘁'𝘀 𝗮𝗹𝗺𝗼𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲'𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝗹𝗲𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗿 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗽𝗼𝗽 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗱𝗶𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗮𝗻 𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗮𝗻 𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘂𝗲. 𝗡𝗼, 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗶𝗱𝗶𝗼𝘁. 𝗘𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘆𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗸 𝗱𝗼𝗲𝘀𝗻'𝘁 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗲 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗿𝗼𝗺𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗰!

𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗮𝗿, 𝗶𝗳 𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝗸𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗰𝘂𝗽 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗲𝗮, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗰𝗵𝗶 (Aunt) 𝗯𝗮𝗰𝗸𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝗺, 𝗜'𝗺 𝗴𝗼𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗼 𝗯𝗮𝗻𝗴 𝗺𝘆 𝗮𝘂𝗱𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗯𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘀𝗸𝘂𝗹𝗹𝗲𝗱 𝗷𝗲𝗿𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝗰𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗯𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿.

𝗖𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗶𝗻 𝗕𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗮. 𝗸. 𝗮 𝗔 𝗥𝗼𝘆𝗮𝗹 𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗜𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗮𝘀𝘀.

𝗧𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘇𝗼𝗼 𝗼𝗳 𝗮 𝗵𝗼𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝗮𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲𝘀 𝗺𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝗼𝗸 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝘆 𝗽𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗼𝗱. 𝗕𝗲𝗰𝗮𝘂𝘀𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗼𝗻𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗜'𝗺 𝗹𝗲𝗳𝘁 𝗮𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗲; 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗮 𝗾𝘂𝗮𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗲. 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗲𝗹𝗹 𝗺𝘆 𝗳𝗮𝗺𝗶𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗶𝘀 𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗹𝘆 𝘄𝗵𝗮𝘁 𝗮𝗻 𝗮𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗖𝗔 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗲𝗲𝗱𝘀 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝘁𝘄𝗼 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗽𝗮𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻!!

~𝗠𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗸

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?

𝘔𝘦𝘦𝘳𝘢?

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.