Author's Note⚠️: I don't support bullying and threatening...here it's been depicted to have an insight into the life of Riddhima. There is use of strong language... please bear it
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She fell down with a thud....and her water bottle just cracked... leaking all the water.... wetting the books she had in her bad......she was dejectedly looking at the wet books when she heard loud laughing.....she looked up and met with a pair of brown eyes.... gleaming with evil intent.....

"Sanika.....?" She said in a mere whisper

"What's up slut.....? Kal mili hi nahi? Kaha marr gayi thi!!'" Sanika mocked her

"Yeh!? Yeh kya kiya tumne!" Riddhima exclaimed seeing the condition of her bag

Sanika just crouched down near her...."aww...baby ka bag bheeg gaya???" She mocked with a fake innocense and winked at the another girl behind Riddhima

Who just removed Riddhima's bag from her shoulder forcefully and opened it and threw her books all around the place.....

"Kritika!! Please stop.....!!" Riddhima yelled grabbing the girl's wrist to stop her....but nevertheless she was pulled back by Sanika and two of her minions...and kept watching as her books were thrown around and her food for this afternoon falling to the ground... She looked around seeing someone would do something....but everyone just ignored it as if it's nothing.....

Finally everything was on the floor....
Kritika came and grabbed her jaw harshly....''Yehi hoga....agar tum Cultural club se bahaar nahi hui toh!!"

"And if you try to compete for Club captain's position...consider yourself dead!!" Sanika warned before walking off to her class... Riddhima was taking deep breaths to calm herself......she looked at the books and started carefully placing them back into the bag.......she looked at the crushed biscuits.....and sighed... feeling bad that she had to wait until she gets home for the food....

And started going towards her class.....which had already commenced.....she asked permission to go in....but the teacher just glared at her
"Why are you late??" She asked rudely

"Ma'am..voh-" she started

"Stop giving bullshit reasons just get out of my class....you aren't allowed for this lecture because you came late....!!!" The teacher yelled while the class laughed at her misery....

"Ma'am please!" I tried pleading

"Shut up and just get out!!!" She shouted and started collecting assignments

I felt so bad....what mistake have I done.....today was assignment Submission....so I just stood there....

"Why are you here!?" She asked

"Ma'am....... for Assignment Submission..."

"I won't take yours!!" She said nonchalantly....how I mean....I put so much efforts into writing it.... taking references from different books of our college library....how can she just...

"Ma'am please I have completed the assignment!" I said

"No means no!! Get out of my class!" She replied

"Ma'am sorry...next time I will come early.... please forgive!" I pleaded

"OUT!! I said!!!" She shouted.....I never felt so bad.....she  didn't accept my efforts....my assignment...just because I was late because of those bitches....I looked in the class...and both of them just smirked at me.....I couldn't stop the tears that trickled down my cheeks.....this assignment was important for my internals....I was just glad that the assignment was protected from water because of being inside the book....but now the teacher won't accept my assignment or apology....god why me??

I couldn't help but cry......and just ran out of the College.......
After wiping off my tears.....I just walked to the only place I know....

My classes....

It was a 40 minutes long and tiring walk.....but I could care less...given the kind of Anger I felt on Kritika and Sanika.....and ofcourse that arrogant teacher who denied to take my assignment that I ruined my sleep for.....(*sigh*)

I reach there.....and Met by a baffled Khan baba...well that's what I call him...his actual name is Aahil Khan....
I walk past him....directly into the room....and start punching the bag.....he looks at me...and my behavior and walks away silently.....that's the thing I like about him.....He wouldn't judge...he would give space....Infact he's the one that has helped me direct my anger in a right direction and get something out of it.....he introduced me to District level MMA or Kickboxing competitions....and whenever I would win money....I would save it with him .....and use it to buy clothes or books for myself..... because My Ma....or should I say Ahana's Mother never bothers to buy me clothes even if my clothes are worn out or old....Why you would ask...? She says she's already shown mercy of adopting me otherwise I would have been rotting or begging on the side of the road....which I'm kinda appreciative of because it is true I have seen orphans like me suffering on streets in Rains , Cold or sunny days....my condition is much different only difference is to outsiders it seems I'm well off with education and my adoptive family when it's not the case.... because I'm a free servant to them or let's be precise a slave or a dumpster where they dump their ugly thoughts and words into.....

Not just now....it was always likewise....maybe from the day Ahana my so called bratty  sister was born..... Sometimes I do wish they could give me some love out of what they gave to Ahana....just a bit... little tiny bit....to ask me about how my day was or maybe atleast smile at me....Fake hi sahi! But no ....no hopes there....they don't like me.....To them I'm just a extra mouth to feed... A Burden that they soon wanna get rid off...but just didn't know how....so they are just getting me to pay them back whatever they spent on my adoption process and basic need...by making me work without money .....

I tried working in any of Hotel or any place as a maid or waite to make money....but nobody would offer me a job....and I couldn't get myself some of my basic needs I meant sanitary napkins.....I had to borrow money from Khan baba for that....and paid back via the competition price money.....No no don't think he's a bad guy.....he never asked that money back but I couldn't burden him more than I do already.... Meaning he already gives me Free classes and training in MMA and Kickboxing.... whatever I'm today is all because of him....it's very hard for a 16 year old like me to have such a skill to win maximum competition...but thanks to Khan baba I could do.....I will always be grateful to him.....

Now how does he give free classes to me.....then it's just his wish he showed kindness to a useless brat like me and here I am a good Kickboxer and MMA fighter....this all started when I was a 9 year old

FLASHBACK:
"Ma mujhe Tuition chahiye....Maths kuch samajh nahi aarahi hai!" I whined to Ahana's Mother seeing Ahana go for tuitions and get good grades.....

"Kya boli tu?? Tu toh waise bhi koi kaam ki nahi hai tujhe kyu tuition jaani hai!! Chal hatt yaha se!!" She yelled...I didn't budge...

"Maa please.... Ahana bhi toh jaati hai....mujhe bhi jaana hai!!" I said

Thud.....

She slapped me.....

''Maa sirf Ahana ko nahi mara aapne ....mujhe kyu??" I asked crying

"Teri zabaan bohot chal rahi hai na abhi batati hoon!!" She yelled beating me harshly...and pushed me out of the door.....it was half past 8 I couldn't help but cry in the middle of the street because I was scared of darkness.... drenching in rain and shivering...I stood there helplessly... calling for mom and apologizing but she had already went to sleep letting me out in the dark...

"Baccha?? Yaha aap kya kar rahi hai??" A voice said...I was startled...and cried harder

"Shh...shh...mere bacche...mei Aahil hoon....aur mei aapko kuch nahi karunga...."he said sweetly.....I looked at him from top to bottom....but he kept smiling at me.....

"Yaha bohot baarish hogai hai....aur aap bheeg gayi hai....aapka ghar kaha hai??" He asked....at the mention of house I cried more.....he hugged me....rubbed my back....I calmed down at the warmed he gave me

"Aap meri friend...banna chahengi??" He asked

I smiled excitedly because I had no friends at school as everyone hated me..... because I  was a orphan....and always sidelined me...

"Haa!" I said between hiccups....

"Toh aap....mera ghar dekhna chahengi??" He asked to which I nodded and went in with him to his apartment which is in first floor just above Mrs.Jagtap's Apartment which is in ground floor

He sat me in the sofa....put a towel and helped me dry my hairs and asked me about what happened....As a kid I couldn't keep my emotions at bay and blurted out everything because for the first time in a while someone cared.....that's the day he asked me if I could come visit his home and he would give me some maths class and eventually Started teaching  me MMA and Kickboxing when he got to know about the bullying in school..... going to his home in the morning wasn't such a big deal because Mrs.Jagtap was working as a  teacher...so she went out of house early morning and returned in afternoon..but eventually got fired from that job due to I don't care whatever reasons....Ahana went to tuitions in the morning and Ahana's Father or best say Mr.Jagtap went to office early...so for 3 years I used to take my Training at his home.... then after I went to school by myself I started taking training in his classes before going to school.....so that my mother never finds out...

FLASHBACK ENDS:

Thinking of which I smile and my mood is kinda okay......I stop punching and look at myself covered in sweat.....
"Need water champ??" A voice asked

"Haa khanbaba!" I replied

"Ghussa shaant??" He asked

"Haa...''i trailed off

"Aaj kya hogaya??" He asked

I narrated everything....he felt bad and looked at me with pity..... honestly I don't need his sympathies or pity......but anyways atleast someone asks me about how I feel about something...