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A/N: Before reading this, please remember this is a work of fiction and most of the things I've mentioned here are NOT FACTS! I'll try to mention at most of the places :)

Next day starts, with  me getting up early and reaching the college way before it begins. I decide to use this time to take a stroll around the campus so that I can remember my routes better.

I walk through the gates and enter the huge campus sprawling over 1500 acres. It might take me a lifetime to cover all this thing. Huff! I decide to first familiarize myself with paths leading up to my department, cafeteria, washrooms, gym and auditorium.

I reach the auditorium first, and thanks to my lucky stars, I haven't lost my way. This huge building was designed by none other than Prolific Designers, whose owner and CEO is one of the alumni of School of Planning and Architecture, which by the way is the university I'm studying at.

(A/N: This one's actually there at New Delhi, India but in the story I'm writing, it exists at an imaginary place.)

Prolific Designers is one of the leading construction companies in India, even government bids have to be postponed if it was having a busy time. That was the level of trust and security it provided. And Mr. Chowdhary, its owner is looked upon as a architectural genius and God. He is no less than an A listed celebrity and many here vie for a job at his company.

(A/N: Government will wait for none, what it wants most is the public safety! Remember, this is a work of fiction.)

Mr. Chowdhary is from a lower middle class family, and for a family as such to send the future breadwinner into a field, which was inconsistent at that time is a great feat. It was a time where foreign companies ruled over Indigenous ones in India. Kudos to him and his family for making it so far!

The building is designed in such a way that it has four entrances, one from each directions i.e, north, south, east and west, each leading up to different departments,  two exits, one leading to the cafeteria and the other to dorms.

The stage is decorated colorfully, with flowers brought from all over the city, in case of any event. And the curtains are currently closed right now, because orientation has completed and there won't be any other event in the first week of college. From next, I've heard that, there'll be at least one event a week.  

I roam up the enter aisle and stop at the third row from last. This scenery in front gives me chills. Will I be able to design such a building in my life? I heard it took two years of hard work to construct this.

Looking to the front, I take a step back. Unfortunately, I was standing on one of my shoe lace and my downfall began. 

At that moment, I wasn't thinking about the way my head was going to collide with one of the metal handles of seats. I wasn't thinking that I'd be knocked off unconscious. I wasn't thinking that I'd have to stay a day at ICU with my mother wailing by my side like a new born child.

All I was thinking is, 'Damn, I should buy those shoes without laces.'

**********

Drip! Drip! Drip!

I wake up to this annoying sound with my throat parched up. I try to feel my hands but the sharp pain of needles pierced into my veins reach me first.

Opening my eyes with a great force, I look at the white walls around me with a great confusion and I feel a figure slumped against my feet. 

My first instinct is to get the hell away from this creepy place. But upon closer observation, I infer that this is none other than my mom who might have fallen asleep after a long time.

I have never seen her be so restless in her sleep. Mind me, she was a heavy sleeper and my dad used to joke, 'When you were a baby Amaira, and you'd be crying at midnight with hunger, but your mother will be dead asleep.'

It was a joke tho, she always catered to my needs since childhood. Seeing her move with anxiety for every few minutes, against the clock loud ticking prickled me. What had happened that made my mother this fretful in these dark hours?

I try to think of my last moments of consciousness but everything is hazy. And all this thinking is giving me a headache, so I doze off with my mind full of doubts.

**********

"Is she alright?", a voice laced with tension asks.

"Yeah, her vitals are stabilized and she'll come round to conscious within 12 hours", a concerning voice replies.

I crack open my eyes and immediately shut them due to those sun rays entering my eyes directly. 

Someone senses the movement in me and shouts, "Bharati, she is awake, come here fast."

So, this is my father, who might be talking to a doctor or nurse, a male one at that.

The door is opened gruffly and my mother's sobs could be heard down the hall.

Wiping her eyes with her dupatta, she hugs me from above. Being shielded from the sunlight, I open my eyes again, and this time I could keep them open for a long time.

Mother's salty tears wet my dry face and I try to hug her back in a reassuring way. It feels as if I have been dead for years, or might be sleeping for years, a sleeping beauty kinda thing, seeing all their emotion and drama.

I swear I've seen the doc wipe off his tears too.

My mother lets go of me after a couple of minutes and stares at me with relief evident in her eyes. 

"Do you know how worried we were Amaira? Can't you be a little bit more careful?", my father chides me.

"Your father left his meeting and had to run up to your college as soon as he got the call", my mother joins in.

There was this project my father was hoping to clinch for months, and I might have spoiled that all.

"Oops", I say with a childish look on my face.

They both come and sit by my side looking at me with adoration.

The doctor, obviously feeling like an intruder, clears his throat and says, "Umm...I have got other patients to check up on. Have a good day Shettys."

I glance at the doctor for the first time, clearly. He is in his mid twenties, with sharp features and clean shaved. This guy didn't even leave his moustache, he shaved all the hair on his face cleanly.

Judging by his demeanour, he looks like a successful doctor at an young age, handsome and well settled. Like the kind of man girls would want to marry. But there are big, clear dark circles under his eyes, which indicates he's been getting less sleep, and no wife would allow that. So he is unmarried.

I focus my attention back into the room and say, "Thanks doc, for reassuring my parents and treating me."

He walks out of the room, saying, "No problem Amaira."

Just as he is about to close the door, I shout, "Come to our home for dinner someday."

"Sure thing", the reply echoes off the walls of the corridor.

"I've already done that", my mom looks at me as if she realizes I'm her child.

"Sheez! Wanted to beat ya!", I laugh loudly.

**********

After two days under medical supervision, I'm finally discharged. 

The story goes like, 'I was unconscious for a day because I slipped and hit one of the metal handles. Someone found me and called the management, who further informed my dad. I was already sent to the hospital by the time my dad arrived and my parents met me there.'

I promise to myself, 'Never ever should I make my parents worry about me like that.' 

But there was this one look in their eyes, an uneasy one, escaping my eyes one, which pushed my stomach into deep pits.

**********

A fresh day, another chance at this wonderful life. Waking up, I think of this quote I've read somewhere. I freshen up and head to uni. 

I take a deep breath upon entering the gates. A pang of fresh air hits me. And I start walking towards my class. I did not listen to them on the first day, happened to be in hospital for three days, and mother restricted me to go anywhere out of my room the next two days.

I think she moved away all the sharp objects in home, and covered everything with velvet. Just kidding! We can't afford velvet all over the house, but she covered the entire visible space with carpets.

And then, after the weekend, here I am, appearing after almost a week. So many lectures would have been over, and I totally missed the intro classes. Excellent! Now I'll be the shy girl in the corner who no one knows and tries to mingle with, and professors wouldn't notice me even if I stand in front of them. 

As I make my way, I gauge that everyone's looking at me and pointing fingers. What the hell? I don't think I did anything to make me this famous. 

Ohh...right! They must have heard of a girl who banged her head against an auditorium seat and was unconscious for a day. Poor me! Now, I won't have privacy, with everyone asking me how I am, and professors paying special attention to me. 

'Maybe, they will make me sit in the first row! Hahahaha....', I think proudly and pat myself on the back mentally.

All this bubble I'm creating bursts in a second as I hear a voice shouting, "HERE COMES THE MURDERER!"

HEY GUYS! IT'S ME, GODDESS OF LAZINESS AGAIN, PRESENTING YOU WITH ANOTHER CHAPTER. HOW DO YOU LIKE THE TWIST? YEAH, I AM CONVERTING THIS BOOK INTO THRILLER GENRE. I'LL SOON CHANGE ALL THE TAGS AND BLURB! THANK YOU FOR YOUR PATIENCE AND STAYING WITH ME!

THE CHAPTER OWES IT NAME TO ONE OF THE EPISODES FROM PSYCH, YEAH, IT'S AN EPISODE NAME. BLAME ME FOR NOT HAVING ANY CREATIVITY LEFT AFTER WRITING ALL THIS STUFF! 

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