Anjali's POV

The huge auditorium was decorated like never before. All I do was scan the ambiance with my eyes. Beautiful! The later moments were followed by clicking millions of selfies with all my college mates. All complimented me and I reciprocated. I overheard people speaking about Sid's and Richa's pair. I glanced at them to see them walking like a couple. Later I saw Adi Nandu and Sharat Swati too. An excitement sparked in me as I asked the six of them to stay still. I took out my DSLR (oh....how long was I waiting to use it!) and clicked them in different angles. "Perfect!" I commented.

It was tough handling my free hairs. The 'mang tika' was making the process complicated. Though, I was able to watch the performances on the dais by our juniors. I felt a waving hand and looked at it. I saw Haricharan sir waving at me and ran down the stone stairs, careful enough to look at my Saree. He showed me a huge pile of thick books and in his most pleading tone requested me to help him. I of course agreed. All I had to do was keep them in their respective shelves in the library and no one else knew the library as well as I did.

Siddharth's POV

I clasped Richa's hand into mine. In these years, I realised that probably I was made to be with her. Though I had some feelings for Anjali, I let go of it. I mean, don't get me wrong, she doesn't love me. That's very evident because she never is jealous or anything when I am with other girls. Probably I was too immature then to have feelings for her.

My eyes suddenly fixed on the moving figure in the left. There she was, Anjali. All the lecture I had given my mind seemed to disappear in the thin air. God! So much for my waste of energy! Anyways, I excused myself and followed her.

It was only when we reached the corridor did I realise she was struggling to hold some heavy books. I felt stupid of myself!

Anjali's POV

Hearing approaching footsteps, I turned around with difficulty to see my Tom there. He seemed to be lost in his own world! What on earth was he thinking instead of helping me..???!!!

"Sidhhaaaaaaaaaarrrtthhh!!!" I yelled to catch his attention. He rushed. "If I am not disturbing you, can I please get a little help?" I asked in the most sarcastic way. I handed the pile of books as I ordered him to follow me. For my surprise, he did.

He didn't speak a word while arranging the books. Strange...

Siddharth's POV

She thanked me with a wierd look. I hadn't uttered a word till now. Usually, we fight like cats and dogs when together but today, it was different.

She was about to leave when I caught her wrist, tinkling the beautiful bangles. I inched closer as she blabbered on and on, shocked by my move. "shhhhhh..." I whispered as I silenced her with my finger. Her big eyes reflected my image in them. I held her by her waist while making tread a backward path. She stopped as the ethnic wall of the hall blocked her. Strangely, a hue of pink developed on her cheek as I pinned her. I killed the distance between us as I deeply inhaled her fragrance. Inching my face closer, I tucked her long locks behind her ears as I moved my lips on her swan like neck...

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