Karthik's p.o.v:

I groaned as the alarm rang again. Cursing loudly I sat up looking around the room and found it empty.

"Fuck, I am late again" I cursed out loud. Sprinting to the bathroom I dressed up quickly. Looking in the mirror I found the same face looking back at me. Why do I even bother?

Combing my hair to the front I let the bangs cover my forehead. Smiling I waved at the mirror and exited the room before picking up my bag. I was already late, so hurrying won't make any difference. I walked from the dorm towards the college building. As I reached the stairs I saw a girl sitting in a yellow kurta, smiling grimly caressing the fingers of her left hand. Then I noticed it, her index finger in the left hand wasn't even there. I stopped in my tracks observing her when I recognised her. The girl who plucked the black rose. Her hair was let down unlike last time. Her flicks covered half of her face as she glared at her missing finger. I felt my heart tug then suddenly I felt guilt creep up as I realised I was ruining her private moment. I kept my gaze glued to the ground as I passed her and left for the class.

I entered the class and the professor surprisingly let me in. Sitting in the first row I tried to focus then my gaze went towards the open door. She stood there waiting for the professor to finish his sentence. Her eyes were aimless as she swept around the class. Then it stopped on me. She studied me her eyes revealing emotions as a smile crept up on her face. It was heartwarming. She was lost in thought looking at my face when the professor called her. She smiled at me guiltily her black eyes shining with embarrassment as she walked towards the row just behind me. Her dupatta flying away with her. The smile lingered on her face as she settled down. I turned back to focusing on the lecture. And the class ended with a few turn of pages.

I walked towards my next class and noticed the girl in yellow kurta was heading in the same direction. I raced and reached her.

"Hi" I said to her. She turned toward me her rabbit black eyes contrasting with her brown skin as she curiously studied me. Then said a small 'Hi'. Her voice was confident and soft.

"My name is Karthik. I am doing majors in music. You?" I asked her. She turned toward me smirking. Her teeth peeling out as she smiled with her teeth. I couldn't understand this girl. I was a stranger and she had already smiled at me three times. Wait. Why am I counting?

"Rosie Cardour. I am doing majors in English and music" She said before tying her hair in a bun. I watched like a creep as her hair fluttered with her moments. Cringing at my obsession with hair. People usually notice a person's eye but my eyes always went to their hair. Brushing my bangs on my forehead I dived into the classroom. I saw the piano at the back unoccupied so I rushed to it. Happily looking around at the people playing guitar, flutes and drums. Violin was banned for beginners because of the noise pollution.

I looked around the classroom then finally located her. She was standing at the door her eyes confidently observing the students play as if she was the teacher herself. Her eyes assessing their movements and smiling briefly at the girl playing violin, Shreya. She was my roommate's ex. Her hair cut making her stand out in the classroom. Siddharth joked around that she had cut her hair to cope up with the heartbreak of losing him. I laughed too she indeed looked depressed the whole week after they broke up. And the funny thing was that they only dated for one month.

Our music teacher entered teh class but she stood there not moving away. Then I realised she was a newbie and the entire class was booked.

"Good afternoon Students! Today we will learn some classical music. Last week I have given you brief introduction on the veena and flutes. So today we will learn singing and Indian style drums. There are two popular ways of playing drums, African and Indian" He stopped speaking suddenly. And apologized exiting the class. I searched the class and found her sitting with Shreya. She was observing Shreya play the guitar. They stopped when the teacher re- entered.

"Yeah as I was saying..." He continued on the topic and asked us to make notes. Our professor believed that theoretical knowledge was as necessary as practical.

"So lets start with the classes. I want you all to play the instruments together on the 'Song of Night'" He said.

I immersed myself in playing the keys as i heard the class coordinating along. The music was playing along with the notes and when I turned the end note, a soft voice was heard singing the song. We cheered and the enthusiasm was observed as the music reached perfection. Her vocals were amazing going form high pitch to low note. I ended the song with the music getting lower and at the last stroke of guitar, we ended the song.

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