He rushes and sits beside me and in a moment my finger is in his mouth where just a while ago the pencil had been. He is gently sucking away the blood.

So it's true k jab kisi chiz ko puri shiddat se chaaho tab puri kaaynaat tumhe usse milaane ki koshish me lag jaati hai..

Huh? What Sanyukta? I was not jealous of that pencil. Where the hell is my mind drifting.. urghh!

"Maine kaha tha mat karo mat karo chot lag jaayegi.. Lekin nahi.. mujhe karna hai mai sahi se karungi.. Bahot sahi se kiya tumne.. dekho kitna khoon nikal raha hai" he scolds me. He gets up and opens the cupboard and removes a first aid box. He gently blows on my finger and applies the cream. But my eyes are transfixed on his face. He is still scolding me but I don't pay attention. I just study his face which is worried. It's like he got the cut. He has such a pained expression on his face while applying the cream.

"Why are you smiling?" he suddenly asks me and then I realise that a creepy smile is plastered on my face.

I chuckle. "Look at you. Aisa lag raha hai tumhe chot lagi hai"

He stands up and folds his hands looking at me sternly. "Ek toh mai dawaa laga raha hu, itni care kar raha hu aur tum hass rahi ho. Mera mazak udaa rahi ho. Khud hi lagaao ab vo bandage mujhe nahi help karni tumhari".

Such a kid!

"Achha sorry sorry. Please tum laga do" I say and hold his hand and pull him beside me. He sits again but with a suppressed smile and carefully puts on the bandage. "Done" he says and keeps the box in the cupboard again.

"Ab tumhe meri help karni ho toh please so jaao. That will be of great help" he says. I roll my eyes.

"Ha thike thike. Ab tumhe professional help nahi chahiye toh tum hi karo. I am sleeping." I say and lie down on my bed.

He starts cutting the plank with the saw. Still shirtless. His back is facing me. His muscular arms moving in sync with each moment. Damn he is so hot. He has a great body. When does he workout?

Sanyukta will you stop ogling over that poor boy.

But dekhne me kya buraai hai..

Shut up and close your eyes stupid! I scold myself and go to sleep.

_____

Do weeks kab chale gaye pata hi nahi chala. Tomorrow is our 1st paper which is maths and I am revising my formulas. Suddenly Randhir throws his book in frustration.

"Hey hey.. kya hua?" I ask and go and pick up the book. He rubs his forehead. "Mujhe kuch samajh nahi aa raha.. I am gonna fail. Oh damn!"

I sit beside him. "Please meri help karo.. bass pass ho jaau fir tum jo maangogi I will do.. please please" he pleads.

"Ofcourse.. bass formulas yaad kar lo.. baaki sab easy ho jaayega"

"Kuch easy nahi hai.. ye maths hai! The worst subject!"

"Mujhe bhi maths kuch khaas pasand nahi but sach me iss baar portion easy hai"

I start explaining him all the formulas and theorems one by one and we together solve the problems. Finally we are done and we close the books. When I look at the clock it's 11.30. What the hell. And that's when I realise that I am damn hungry.

"Ruko mai abhi aaya" Randhir says and runs out. Ab toh canteen bhi band ho gaya hoga. I see if there is anything to eat. Onions tomatoes and the basic mirch masala stuff. Isme toh
kuch nahi banega. Bhuki hi so jaa Sanyukta.

Just then Randhir enters. "Dhan ta naa" he says and raises both his hands showing me two eggs. "Oh wow tum kaha se laaye. Do mai bana deti hu jaldi se" I say

"No no. Mai banaaunga. Tumne itna sikhaya mujhe mere saath baith ke. Chef Randhir ke haath ka khaana khaane ka privilege aapko milaa hai. Don't miss it!"

Really? Well let's see!