"What!?" The stranger asked me. I opened my eyes. It took me a minute or two to picture the beautiful stranger. I looked at him, and could not look away.  My eyes dodged at the stranger. He was the same, that Maheshwari brother whom I was drooling over in the main hallway. He sensed the weird longing growling inside me. He shifted his gaze from me and helped me to stand. My eyes were not leaving him. I was already attracted towards that hallway stranger, and now he was so close to me. I did not want him to let go of me.

"Um, I am not Maya. I don't know why the people here as assuming me as her." I told him, to break the superior awkwardness. He looked at me, his eyes color was grey, they were intense, his influence over me was increasing.

"Let me introduce you. My name is Swara, Swara Bose! Wait have a look over my school ID, it says Swara Bose. And I have never heard of this name 'Maya' in my entire life." I told him, I single quoted the word Maya to lay emphasis. I looked at him, it looked like he suspected me, his face had not a single emotion. Slowly his little smirk was growing on his face. Which made him even more attractive.

"I get it, you just look very familiar to someone I have known." He told me, I wanted to scream I know that! but I did not. He was too pretty to be shouted at.

"Yeah!" A small yeah skipped out of my mouth and I bent down to pick up mine and Ragini's stuff. I bent down and did not looked at him, I was too embarrassed by this whole situation. I was expecting him to help, but I saw him walking away. His legs were going away. He was supposed to help me out of it, but apparently he didn't. He simply walked away. Rude.

Get over yourself Swara Bose! You have zero chances with him, he seems to be so uninterested in you and as you are a girl you could not go straight to him and ask him out on a date. He should at least give a signal or anything that I could ask him out, no chances, never.

I shrugged and tried to move again, again the luggage being double it was not easy for me to move. I felt like I was gonna fall down again. I could not move further when a voice called out for me.

"Mind if I help you?" The voice called out, again an unfamiliar voice, I could not move a bit. But I could turn my head to see a man with a charm standing behind me.

"Yeah, sure thanks!" I exclaimed horrifyingly. I was happy at least someone cared. The pretty hallway stranger seemed to care, just not enough.

The man took my bags and helped me stand properly I was finally constant and steady. Fine! The first day at your college and you are behaving like a teenage idiot. Behave Swara! You are being a complete idiot. I looked at the man with attention. He was an Indian too, looks like most of the LanCe is filled with Indian people. He had raven colored hair and was wearing reading glasses which complimented him the most. He wore a blue sweater and grey pants. His hands were on my bags. He seemed like a nice gentleman.

"Hi, this is Swara! Swara Bose!" I told the man who helped me, he looked at me with his cheerful smile.

"Nice to meet you Swara. I am Sahil, Sahil Sen Gupta." He forwarded his hands and I shook it. Since I am here, I am sick of shaking hands, could it not work with a smile? Please? This world is damn crazy.

We both took loads of things in bags and we proceeded to the dorm room, he told me about his twin sister, Kavita Gupta. As he told in his family the females don't acknowledge the name 'sen' as it is the heritage name for the males of the family. Well, I am a really strong feminist and can't tolerate a word against the girls, though this matter was not be talked about, and neither to be thought about, my mind was already filled with hard feelings for his family. If the men in that family can take the name, why not the females?

He talked and talked and I did not paid much attention, my mind was fighting with me about this biased nature of this family. This should not be tolerated, I mean if one day his twin sister becomes really famous, really really famous, then these biased people would like to join their names with her name, but now when its her learning age, they are not allowing her their heritage name? We live in the society where there is a lot of development, agreed. But these families who differentiate between the boys and girls are destroying the society. This place is not even India, where these type of traditions still prevail and these biased people are spoiling this society too.

"Are you there?" Sahil asked me and suddenly the man who seemed to me like a gentleman and noble grew like a irritating biased man whom I could not tolerate.

"Yeah! I am here, where the hell I would be?" My tone really dramatic and harsh, relax Swara! Its not his fault, its the fault of his family.

He gave me a very very awkward look.

"Sorry! I.. mean.. I didn't.. mean" I stumbled and found out there were lack of words, he being nice and noble smiled at me and gave me an assuring look.

We walked and there was an utter awkward silence among us. I wished that my dorm appears as soon as possible, because this awkward silence was killing me inside.

And finally my dorm room appeared. The name plate on the room read '256' and below that our names were written, 'Swara Bose' and 'Ragini Banerjee'. Yes! This is my room, my new home.

I opened the room with the keys and Sahil helped me put in the stuff. He was being so kind to me. And I really, really liked him. He told me about other stuff too but I did not listened to him. I am a kind of a person who lives in their own world. That's who I am and I don't know if I am gonna change? Who knows?

I slammed the door behind me with all the stuff placed in the walk in closet. What? This college have a damn walk in closet? I have always seen in Hollywood movies that the high class society people have walk in closet in their houses. This is crazy.

I went up to freshen up in the bathroom and decided to then to continue settling in. The bathroom was pretty. A bathtub which was separated from the rest of the washroom by a glass door. The toilet seat was between the glass door and the wall which was covered with brown tiles. And then there was a washbasin with a king size mirror and with royal tiles around. it was too good to be a dorm room!!

I splashed cold water on my face, I liked the chilling water on my face. I tied my hair into a simple ponytail and then stepped out of the washroom and I entered the closet.

The closet had two sections, one each for a person. I chose a random section and opened the cupboard. I dragged my stuff to the closet room and unzipped the main bag.

But before opening the bag , I explored the cupboard, it had a locker, Cool, isn't it?

I opened the locker, and to my very surprise I found an old novel, I quickly took it out and saw the cover, it said 'supernatural' and on it there was a man's picture and the person was feeding on a girl, and it seemed like the girl was dead. I have definitely heard about vampires, and I  loved them. I've read vampire novels and even movies like the twilight saga and television shows like the vampire diaries and supernatural. I'm just obsessed with these kind of things and I can read this book which was like 700+ pages in like a week or two.

I stuffed my bags into the cupboard forcefully and took the book and sat on my new bed. The room had two beds with two side tables for each.  And a cozy sofa set and a table with two chairs. Again I chose any random bed and sat on it with this book in my hands.

I opened the book and it seemed old, worn out and fatal. It seemed like this book was written decades ago.... And another surprise flashed onto my face when I found this letter, I opened it and I was shocked.....

LanCe, this was my home until I realised that for over centuries, supernatural creatures have lived among us. There are vampires, werewolves, witches, and even doppelgangers. The person who is reading this note would not believe me, but I'm not doing any prank. You must have heard about vampires and werewolves in fantasies, but this is reality I am talking about. I have been attacked by vampires, and I'll probably won't live, but I want to complete one thing, I want you to check on my grandmother, she needs me but I won't be alive. It would be so kind of you if you will visit her, she lives in maple street 134/6. And take care, I'm sure these creatures must be around you too. And tell my grandma that I love her, always have, always will.
— Caroline

I was dumbstruck, I didn't knew what to say. I know this could be a prank, but at least one thing I could do was check on her grandmother.

My phone beeped, it was from Rohan, my ex-boyfriend who hates me, there would be a message saying that he hates me and I'm a bitch. I didn't opened the message, I had other stuff to do..

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Tadaa!! I'm actually alive LOL!! Well I'm pretty proud of this chapter and there's a SwaSan scene in the next one, so keep up!

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