Hi, before telling you my story I need to introduce myself to you all. I’m Rivannah Banerjee, an 18 years old girl currently studying in one of the reputed Calcutta colleges. I have just got the admission but today is my first day there and don’t know how to give a perfect entry while entering. Ok, let me tell you one thing I’m a topper from the H.S board exam. My parents were so happy, we even enjoyed the very next day in a good resort. I hope you got the idea that I’m a very studious girl who loves to read and write. I’m completely a sidhi type ki ladki with 0 % attitude and ego, trust me guys.

There’s a great insecurity of mine that is—I’m a fatso carrying 86 kg along with me
I never ever got a single chance to wear an XL one piece. It’s always been a beautiful dream of mine. Everyone used to mock when I was in school. They used to call me -- Moti [fatso ] , chhoto hathi [ little elephant ], football , hippo and what not.. but never felt someone who actually loves how I’m in real. That’s a very disappointing fact yet an insecure matter for me and even for many girls out there who tend to be like this.

Whatever, now, I’m done with my introduction, it’s time for the story.

17.11.21 it is. Quite chilled weather as my favorite season is coming and almost it came in her way.  The clouds are moving slowly. The only thing is not moving are my legs and eyes. Winter, it's the darkest and often the coldest of the seasons, but with chill and the possible snowfall comes the holiday season, and ample moments for cozy retreat and hibernation. Who doesn't love snuggling up with a blanket and indulging a bit. I’m totally overwhelmed to see the clouds and the bluey sky, so satisfying it is.

My god, I’ll be late, it’s freaking 10:15 in the morning. I need to hurry up for god damnnit. My mumma has instructed me the way for the college that I think I have to follow because never in my dreams, I have stepped outside without my parents. Quite strange na ? But that’s the usual thing of a common middle class family and that too if there’s any strict parents fir uske baare mein to pucho hi mat, ek room se bhi bahar jaane nahi denge apke parents, meri haalat bhi kuch aisi hain. But I never complaint about this matter and moreover I respect my mumma and papa a lot. Well, I’m almost there to reach my destination.

After few minutes, I reached there. Guys believe me, I hate ragging rather I should say I’m afraid of being harassed. I wish I don’t have to face this kind of humiliation infront of anybody.
WISH ME ALL THE BEST, GUYS !!
I should appreciate the college, it’s so big and so well decorated. Mumma must be happy for me.

“Hello, new comer?” A low-pitched sound came from behind. I turned back and nodded my head saying “Yes” to the boy.
He was looking good, someone like an average student of this college. Quite tall and handsome.

“Are you nervous? Because you’re looking like so “.
“Yes, I’m a bit nervous, first day of the college and y-you k-know….” I literally stammered and it’s so obvious right now.

“So, then come with me. I’ll be introducing the whole college. It’ll be good for you to know each and every details of this college."

Do I really look like an idiot to you ? Why the hell he wants me to get introduced with everything. God, don’t let me feel this as my last day. I wanna enjoy and focus on my studies. Don’t distract me like this.

“Ok, let’s go. I have not seen the 2nd and 3rd floor. When the admission was going on, I could only enter one of the 1st floor’s classrooms. But be careful, it’s my first day of the college, please don’t make me feel embarrassed in front of anybody “. I said quite hesitantly while climbing up the stairs.

He looked at me giving an awful expression and said
“Tum chup raho, kuch zyada nahi ho raha yeh ? Zyada bol rahi ho ab toh. Chalo mere sath, dikhana hain tumko 2nd aur 3rd floor".

“Chaliye fir, hum yaha pehli baar aye hain isiliye apko maine bata diya".
I’ll seriously kill him for his behaviour. Isko le jaane ke liye kisne bola ? Mai khud bhi to pata laga sakti thi, huh !

“Are, Jagat Mata, mko pata hain tum nayi ayi ho, kitni baar bologi aisa ? Mere kaan kharab ho jayenge yaar “.

I nodded my head and went with him.

3rd floor’s tennis court is marvelous, dude. It’s so spacious. Students really enjoy playing here, right? Why not ? So well arranged, it’s looking like a tournament area which can only be seen in T.V sport channels.

“With due respect ma’am, Whenever I feel low or devastated, I come here to play tennis. Waise tab main akela khelta hu, kisiko saath mein le kar nahi aata”. He said suddenly while I was just roaming around and rubbing my hands on the Tennis net.
I immediately stopped doing what I was into.

“Toh aap tennis player ho ? Achha hain waise." I laughed a bit.

Itna bhi kuch funny nahi tha is mein, aise hi bas humein hasi aagayi. Iske baare mein to mujhe kuch pata bhi nahi hai, Itna rude hona sahi nahi hoga. Main bahut achhi hu na, bure kaamon mein involved nahi rehti. Well, Let me ask him. I should take his intro, atleast a bit may sound formal. Whatever, finally I’m asking..

“ Hey, which year ?”
“ 2000, junior".
“ No, I-I m-mean in which year are you studying ?” I furrowed my eyebrows and looked at him strangely
“You should have asked me in a proper way. Aise achanak se adhi baat bataogi to kaise pata chalega".

Yeah, he’s right. I’m being too rude. Should’ve asked properly.

“Rudraksh is my so called name. pursuing with M.Sc, 3rd year". He said.

Not bad man, I think he’s having a good personality. I’m imagining at this moment.

“Hello, 1st year student, here’s your classroom. We will meet some another day. It was nice talking to you, girl ". He smiled at me and I bid him good bye.

It’s better if he’s away from me. And there’s no point of having friendship with him.    

I entered my classroom. Many students were there gossiping with each other. I guess I’m the only one who will not be talking to anybody.
Yaar, samjha karo, aise anjaano ke saath main baat nahi kar sakti. Bahut uncomfortable feel karti hu main. Haan, sahi samjhe ap lok, I’m an introvert, a typically introverted girl.

“Hey fatso, you came so late ".  A girl spoke up right the moment I was entering.

An insecureness will always remain an insecureness.
Why do all the people in this hell are worried about their body. I’m a fatso because my papa don’t let me in hunger. He always provides me with the best dishes after all mumma is a good cook. How can someone not eat those delicious dishes. It’s completely my body, it’s my wish whether to be a fatso or a thin matchstick. I’m ruling all over my body, no one is providing me with the dishes with their money. But in this cruel and selfish hell, no one will appreciate the way you are.
I was being harassed in school and see today also I’m facing the same humiliation.
God, please let it be like this. I want to focus on my studies. Give me power.
However, I smiled at them and took a seat.

Waiting for the teacher seems so boring in the college. So, I kept my bag aside and opened a note copy. Well, I like spiral copies, Likhne par achha dikhta hain us mein.

Suddenly a bell rang, I looked at the wall clock, it was so damn punctual. Because, when I was in school, I could barely hear the bell at proper time. Oh my god, maths and physics class were so long. Teachers used to take extra 5-10 minutes for doing those graphs and derivations even the congruency part of the circle. Being a good student, I really hated these circumstances. But here it seems like, they are very punctual in everything. Well, life mein punctual hona bhi sahi hain, if it’s not then it symbolizes as a lazy person. Waise ye meri baat nahi hain, My mumma used to say this when I used to be a lazy girl. But now I’m grown up and yes I try to understand every sentence of my mumma.

Our teacher came and noticed me. I gave a sweet yet a cute smile to him. He was a normal - aged man, he must be around 36 or 38. I greeted him with Good Morning and everyone else did the same. One of the best school memories ever where we used to say good morning rhythmically. We used to sing altogether.

“So, before proceeding with the lectures you guys will have to give intros to each other. Let’s start with the 4th row. “ Our professor said very nicely.

Everyone stood up and gave their intros. Now it’s my turn. Still I’m so nervous. What’s there for nervousness ? A simple question has been asked by the teacher, and you're behaving like a numb. It’s not a sign of a  good student.
Whatever I Came out from the clouds and stood up

“Hi, I’m Rivannah Banerjee, a new comer. I’m from Kolkata itself and ranked 01 from the Calcutta School. My hobbies are reading story books and writing journals. Thank You !”
Somehow, I managed to say. I think I have done this perfectly.
“ So nice of you dear. Yash, please take your bag with you and sit beside Rivannah".

Ah? What ? Sir must be kidding with me. I looked behind and smiled a bit.
He came around and sat beside me.

“ Hey madam, I’m Yash, your bench mate ".
“ Haan pata hain humein ". I said aggressively.
"Dekho, mere se padhai dhang se nahi hoti, tum meri madaat karna. Please Rivu ".

Ladka achha hain waise, cute lag raha mere ko. Bas padhai kar leta dhang se to fir baat ban jaati.

“Alright, and don’t call me Rivu, mujhe Rivannah karke bulaoge toh fir zyada achha rahega ".

“Thik hai Rivu ji "..

Looks like someone who can flirt so well. Damn ! Mere paas hi baithna tha kya ?
I nodded my head slightly and started focusing on my lectures. I don’t like talking to someone in between lectures. Focus karna hain mujhe, uske bich mein koi disturb kare, yeh mere ko pasand nahi hain.

“What the hell are you writing, Rivu ?" ~ He asked me after snatching my note copy.

“Can’t you see I’m writing the notes? Just do what Sir has said. Let me complete my work ". I said in anger. He really made me angry.
I can’t even say anything in front of sir.

After few seconds, he stopped poking me. And successfully I gave my full attention to the lecture.

“I’m going to ask a question to everyone. Make sure you do it right now. And Yash, stop disturbing her. Sit quietly and try to give the answer if it’s possible.” Sir said in a normal tone.

Indeed it’s normal because he could see all the kaand that he’s doing with me. And what the hell, I don’t think he can answer a single question from the notes. Kuch likha hi nahi usne, fir batayega kaise! Hahaha, so funny of you sir.

“Suppose a monochromatic X-ray beam of wavelength 100 pm is sent through a Young's double slit and the interference pattern is observed on a photographic plate placed 40 cm away from the slit. What should be the separation between the slits so that the successive maxima on the screen are separated by a distance of 0.1 mm ? " Sir asked in loud voice.

I started to copy the question from the smart board and tried to find out the solution. It’s quite easy, not that difficult for someone to answer.

After few minutes, I found out the solution.
I stood up and said the answer.

“ Very good, Rivannah. Show me the solution. " Sir said putting a great expression on his face.

“ Are waah, Rivu, padhaku lagti ho tum. “ That duffer whispered from behind and I looked back to give a damn bad expression.

I showed the full solution to sir and he praised me happily. It’s quite satisfying for me. Achha lagta hain jab question ka answer mil jaata hain answer page ke saath.

“ Now, sit down. How much time will you take to sit! “Yash said and pulled down my shirt backwards and made me sit on my bench.

“Stop touching me, Yash. Say verbally, I’ll give answer to your question but don’t you dare to touch me. Get this thing in your head. “ I fumed in anger when he touched me. It’s so obvious for me because he’s a stranger for now.

“ Ok, now chill. Will you please explain the numerical? I didn’t understand. “

I nodded my head saying Yes to him and started explaining.

He’s really a kid. Bacchon wali haarkatein karta hain, par bura to nahi lagta. I smiled looking at his face. Are yaar, kahi wo dekh na le.

“ Oh hello ma’am, continue your explanation, still half is left. “ He said suddenly. It made me jerk instantly. I went back to session where I was teaching him.

Few minutes later, Sir left the classroom. Are nahi, Sir gussa hokar nahi gaye, Bas college ki ghanti baj gayi thi isiliye wo chale gaye.

“Thanks Rivu, You can really explain so well. Let’s go to the canteen, what’s say?” 

“ Yash, let’s go to the playground. “ Someone said from behind, before I could say any words, few girls grabbed his hands and took out of the room.

So bad are they, they don’t have the basic manners. Kuch batane se pehle hi le kar chala gaya.

What to do now ? I should also leave now. I’m very hungry.
I went down at the canteen site and ordered something.

“Bhaiya, wo burger kitne ka hain ?”
“Burger- 199”  ~ Counter wale bhaiya said.

Seriously dude ? 199? Dekh kar to 50 rupaay ki bread dikh rahi hain humein. Andaar fillings to dikh hi nahi rahi mujhe. Bada aaya 199 wala, chaal hatt be.I should’ve gone to the Burger King. But I’m starving, I should take this, I’ll watch out next time.

“De dejijiye bhaiya, ek hi dena”

I took the burger from him and managed myself to sit somewhere near the canteen.

Someone patted my back and asked me

"Hey, Rivu ! May I sit here ?" It was damn Yash. He literally scared me but he was about to go with the girls, na ? Then, why's here ?

"Yes, off course. Have a sit please". I said very politely. Isko pata nahi lagna chahiye ki main rude type ki ladki hu. Waise har baat pe prove kar hi deti hu. My fucky luck never supports me.

" So, won't you like to give me your intro? Such a cute girl you are". He pulled my cheeks tightly until his stomach gets full.

Kya yaar, yeh mat kiya karo, achha nahi lagta mujhe. Dard hota hain, samjha karo na.

I tried to gave a short intro of mine that included my name, hobby, etc.

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Updated the very first chapter.
As I told you before this story will not contain prologues and epilogues not even their character sketches. This will be an average long story. 
The fact is, each chapter is going to be interesting. Chapters will be quite lengthy like this one. And the updates of the story will be less. I mean once in a week, I'll try to upload. So, don't be impatient and enjoy this beautiful story.
If I edit the story description, I'll make sure to give an announcement here. Don't worry.

If any thoughts are roaming around your head, then don't hesitate to comment and share your thoughts.

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Well, the inner feelings of Rivannah are quite obvious. Like, she's extremely chubby and her friends likes to tease her without her consent. Each and every chubby girl is facing the dilemma. Some are facing less whereas some are facing beyond the limits.
You'll find so many similarities in your present life with Rivannah. First comes this chubbiness and then comes the nervousness. Lot's of things are on the way. Y'all will get to know the similarities.

For now, just enjoy the story and don't forget to vote it out. :) Voting is precious for me yaar.