Year - 2019

Place - Goa, India

Meera felt the sweat forming on her cleavage.

Her pink top was sticking to her skin and her white bra was making her skin itch. She wanted to throw it out of her body but she could not do it in a classroom.. could she ?

She heaved a sigh as she noted down whatever her professor said.

She was in the most prestigious university of India. Indian school of Engineering & Science. It was older than the country. Was formed around the 1930s still they could not afford a nice generator.

Bloody corrupted people. Meera cursed the authorities of the university knowing pretty well that they must have eaten the money which was allocated to them by the government.

She checked the time on her Titan watch, it was still twenty minutes left for the period to get over and Meera was running out of patience.

The mechanical engineering department was on the corner of the third floor of the third building of the university and their classroom being just next to their lab made it worse as she could hear the final year students working on their projects.

More than working on the project they were laughing their asses off. God knows what stupid jokes they were making about women.

For one she knew the subject of their joke must be her or the other two girls of the mechanical department.

Even though it was 2019 with so many changes around the world there is still very less female participation in the mechanical department of engineering.

Most of them opt for chemical engineering or computer engineering. Those classes were mostly filled with girls but it was not the case with the mechanical department.

Like in her year, the third year only two girls were there. Her and the other girl named Tyla.

Meera was sure it was not Tyla about whom her seniors were joking on as Tyla has a boyfriend with whom she is stuck twenty four seven like literally. No man can speak a word about her as she was reserved only and only for her boyfriend. At least that's what her boyfriend made it clear to everyone.

Now there is one girl named Ishika in second year but again she spends most of her time in her hostel room. Boys say she is not interested in engineering, she is doing it because of her parents or something like that.

Now all this leaves her,  the only girl who is available and made fun of by her seniors, fantasized by her juniors and ignored by her year mates.

Meera rolled her eyes.

Fantasize My Foot !!

She only got one red rose on last year's valentine's day that too from a junior who looked nothing but a nerd next door with his skinny physique and round shape glasses.

Meera could not blame him or ask for a better looking man when she herself looks like a girl crushed under a truck full of coconut oil.

She knew it was not common to attend the classes with a head full of oil but she could not help given the headache that she experiences every other day. She does not want to be habitual to tablets at such a young age hence she mostly depends of a oil massage and multiple cups of chais.

Meera again checked the time on her watch only to find that it's only been 5 minutes since the last time she checked the time.

Arghh she was irritated.

Not by studies but by humidity and that itch that she was feeling right on the circle of her right boob.

The scratchy tight bra and sweat. Not a comfortable combination.

She glanced up at her professor. He was good looking for a 50 year old. That fit body, head full of hair, manly voice..

Stop, stop , stop.

Eww Meera he is married and has 6 kids ! For god sake control yourself.

Trying. Trying.

Meera cried within as now she felt the itch in her core. She tightened her thighs, the material of her pants rubbing against her inner thighs. She could feel her inner thighs getting sweaty. The wild thoughts running in her mind every now and then since this morning was making her core tickle.

She was two days away from her periods if she got it at the right time.

Horny Meera was on the roll.

She exhaled a small breath as she cupped her groin from above her pants and secretly touched it by placing her hand bag over her lap. The desks of their classroom were arranged in such a way that no one could say what she was doing under the bag on her lap.

Meera secretly opened the zip of her pants just a little bit and brushed her fingertips lightly on her groin.

“Goodness,” she sighed softly, feeling a smooth satisfaction.

It was not good but satisfying. She could not wait to get out of this class and run to her home and finally touch herself down there.

She was studious, nerdy, topper, good girl, shy, introvert Meera to everyone but alone in her home only she was just a horny Meera.

While she rolled her one hand above her groin and with the other hand she lightly scratched the itch of her right boob with the help of her pencil in such a way that no one's eyes caught her doing so. Her oily hair helped her in hiding her doing from her classmates.

Meera slowly roamed her eyes to the packed classroom.

A classroom full of boys.

Meera's Pov

Most of them were putting their complete focus on whatever the professor was saying about machine dynamics.

One of them was Yuvraaj, the one who topped the last semester. I glared at the back of his head as looking at him makes me nothing but worked up. He was sitting in the first row.

I was All India Rank 7 when I came here. I will not lie but with the rank came a sense of ego and overconfidence. Maybe that is why I came second in the first semester and he topped in our department.

It was a wake up call for me and in the second semester I gave my hundred and ten percent and earned my original topper position back.

Since then there is a silent cold war going on between me and him. Always a tug war of who will grab the topper position next semester.

The one thing that I absolutely loathe about him is his arrogance. The way he behaves with everyone like a royal King. I mean I understand he is a real life prince but that does not mean he will look at everyone with that superior look in his eyes.

My eyes bored a hole in his head and as if sensing my stare he turned his head and looked in my direction.

I didn't wave my gaze from him in fact I curled my lips in disinterest as our eyes met.

His eyes were neutral, not showing a single emotion.

Bloody Robot.

I moved my eyes away from him and looked at the back of the class. At the very end row and extreme corner I found another Prince sitting all alone.

Ayan Khan.

Somehow similar to Yuvraaj yet too different.

He carried that silent aura with him. A good thing about him is that he was not in my hate radar nor was he my competitor.

He was Just a stranger to me. It's been three years since we have been in the same class and not once have I heard his voice.

A silent man still caring that aura of danger and superiority as he inhaled the cigarette in his hand and even though the professor saw him smoking he did not say a word to him.

That was the power of Ayan Khan.

So busy in thinking about his mysterious personality I didn't realize when his gray eyes collided with mine.

But when I realized it it took me by surprise and instantly I looked away from him and focused my attention on the black board.

Today was the first time ever that I looked him in the eyes.

After some time I again turned my eyes just to see if he was still looking at my way only to find him busy lighting the second cigarette. He is going to smoke two cigarettes at a time. Such a chain smoker.

I pursed my lips and roamed my eyes again to the classroom full of boys.

This time my eyes caught the sight of Riday Mehrotra. The son of the richest business tycoon of India.

Just like Ayan and me his focus was not on the ongoing class but on his phone.

He was furiously typing something on his phone. He was sitting a bit far from me still I could see the heavy lines creating on his forehead.

Mister fuck boy looked stressed. Seems like his new fuck toy found him two timing. Is she going to hit ? If yes then I will pay to watch it live.

I giggled quietly at my thought.

Does he carry an antenna because as I giggled he looked my way, catching me completely off guard.

I thought he would glare at me like he always does to every person in the class but instead he winked at me like he does to any other girl in this college.

I rolled my eyes internally. Once a player always a player.

I did not pay any heed to him and turned my eyes to look at the time on my wrist watch.

Five minutes more to go.

I cannot wait to get out of this class and go home and touch myself. Hormones are playing with me.

My eyes suddenly went to my bench partner who was sleeping in the class with his head resting on the desk.

Kayden Dias.

I don't know why he is sitting beside me today. I always sit alone and do not talk to anyone unless it is needed. And frankly speaking I love it.

I am an introvert and I love to be alone with only my thoughts. I don't need anybody, no friend, no partner so when he sat down beside me I did not like it.

He is one of those goons of our college.

Sometimes I wonder if he really is the son of his mother because I meet his mother almost every Sunday. She is the kindest and the sweetest lady I ever met.

And her son is...him.

I think he is adopted. I will ask Aunt Maria the next time I meet her at church.

He has slept in a long fifty minute class. Doesn't he get a headache because of over sleeping?

The four boys that primarily caught my eyes today are known as the so-called elites of our university. Not because most of them come from a well reputed rich family or two of them are direct descendants of the royal family but because they are the most respected and popular boys of our university.

Almost everyone in this university is scared of them, including the professors.

I remember seeing them for the first time on the first day at our college. They were just young boys with younger features now if I think of it. They have completely changed into someone more rugged and handsome. They look like men instead of young engineering boys. They look like whole new people.

However one thing that has not changed in them was their enmity. They still hate each other like they used to do in the first year.

It was the fight to be the alpha of this university.

As there can never be four alphas in one land.

Neither them nor anyone else in this university understand that they will go nowhere fighting each other.

I think they are equal.

Like wherever they stood on the ladder they stood together. They are like four different models of car made up from the same steel and engine type.

Okay that is what I think and what I think does not matter to anyone.

I came out of my thoughts by the blaring sound of the bell.

“Finally !!” I exclaimed with a big smile on my face.

As I stood up something fell down on the floor. I did not give any thought to it and started packing my bag.

The boys of my class turned into roaring lions as the professor went out of the class.

Boys will be boys. I rolled my eyes at them.

I grabbed my notebook to put it inside my bag but it did not come out completely in my hands. I frowned at it and looked down only to find that Kayden was sleeping on one half of my opened notebook.

That is why I don't like sharing a bench with anyone.

I tried to pull the notebook out from below his head but neither the notebook nor his head budge.

Not seeing any other option I pulled the notebook from below his head with a full force and finally got my notebook in my hand.

I kept it inside my bag and flung the bag on my back.

Looking back at him I found him cursing under his breath as he opened his eyes slowly and looked at me with his sleepy red eyes.

I did not say a word or stand there to hear any word from him.

Acting like one busy bee I walked out of the class full of testosterone.

....

What should I order?

Chinese, Indian or Italian.

I cruised through the busy hallway of our college while scrolling through the different options of cuisines. This is a new food app which is getting quite famous nowadays. It is called Zomato.

I live alone in my house. It is more like a mansion with all the luxurious interior and exterior.

I basically come from Kolkata. Though we are Rajputs but had settled in Kolkata for as long as I can remember.

You can say I am the Princess of the family.

Princess Cindrella.

No, I don't have any step mother or sister. However I have parents who do not like me a bit because of their dislike towards my color.

It was a history of my family that each and every girl of our family was fairer as a milk. My elder sister is an exact replica of the whiteness of the snow but then I came.

A girl with brown dusky complexion.

My shade is a bit darker than wheatish and they don't like it. They wanted a perfect white skin as I said white like milk or snow. I am not too dark but still in their eyes I am not pretty because of my skin tone. God knows what would have happened if I was darker.

According to my parents and sister I lack something that's what makes them treat me differently..in childhood I used to feel bad about it but not anymore.

I cannot change my complexion, it is not in my hand you know.

So why worry about something that I cannot change.

My grandparents, especially my grandfather, was the one who loved me without seeing my color.

He used to say I have got the most beautiful features in my family. Even in the last seven generations no one has as pretty features as mine. Especially my eyes. They are doe shaped and so so pretty.

I kinda agree with him.

I am damn beautiful with features to die for. My eyes, my lips, my nose, my cheeks everything is perfect. I know I know too much self praise but let me do it. No one else does it for me.

My grandparents died when I was in the second semester of my college. But before dying they named their Goa mansion in my name. That is what makes me remember their names in every prayer.

Too lost in my thoughts I did not notice when I collided with someone. 

“Watch where you are going,” said the boy with whom I stumbled into.

“Same applies to you smart ass,” I replied back with my eyes trailed on my phone's screen.

I was finally ready to go with Chinese cuisine today.

Before I could turn around for the next corridor someone grabbed my elbow, I might add roughly.

“Oouch,” I cried because of his harsh grip. Looking up at my culprit I found Abhiraj, the senior from chemical engineering.

He had a rough look on his face as he held me in one place,“leave me,” I said in a low voice not wanting to create drama in the middle of the hallway.

I like to be unnoticed and unbothered in college. But what he was doing with me was gathering a crowd around us.

“Whom did you call a smart ass hn ! You four eyes,” he snapped at me with anger evident on his face.

Four eyes he called me four eyes. Just because I wear glasses does not make me a four eyes. And they are the glasses for headaches. My eyes are absolutely fine.

“Mind your tongue senior. My name is not four eyes and you are definitely being a smart ass if not before then now,” I replied to him.

Yes I like to be left alone and ignored but that does not mean I will let anyone torment me especially someone from the chemical engineering branch and on top of that the cousin of my foe Yuvraaj Chauhan.

“You definitely need a hard lesson,” he said before leaving my elbow and circling his hands around my waist.

Excuse me !!

No matter how much horny I am feeling at this moment, this boy's closeness is making me nothing but puke.

I was ready to give him a hard slap right on face when someone spoke from behind,“You better leave her Abhiraj or get ready to get a kick right on your dick.”

Okay I know that voice.

Yuvraaj.

I turned around to see him but I found that he was not alone. On either side of him stood Rohan and Ayan and behind them stood my whole class.

Like the whole 5th semester of mechanical engineering.

“Leave our class’s girl or…” Rohan warned Abhiraj giving him his deadliest look..I will not lie. It sent shivers down my spine.

“Leave her at this second Abhiraj,” Yuvraaj repeated his words. Abhiraj’s hold loosened my body and I even felt him shudder due to fear.

“Say sorry to our branch’s girl,” someone from the back shouted.

Abhiraj looked at me and then at his cousin brother. They exchanged a silent word between them before Abhiraj looked at me again and whispered sorry and went away.

I turned around to still find my whole class standing behind me..they had that proud look on their faces.

Are they waiting for me to thank them ? I pursed my lips at their longing faces. I did not ask for their help. I would have handled that smart ass without their help too.

Arranging my backpack properly on my shoulders I walked out of that hallway not saying a word to them let alone saying thank you. I could clearly hear a few of them shouting.

“Such a thankless bitch.”

“She is so arrogant.”

“One thank you does not hurt.”

“Dark from face and heart.”

Ouch that hurts a bit. I think they too are members of white girl fan club.

Whatever, I don't really care.

For now I only want to be alone in my room with the lights off and sound on.

As naked as the day I was born.

With a banana in my hand or perhaps inside me.

*****

I told you she's a Nasty Gurl

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