Next morning, Sasha woke up with a heavy head.

"Oh my god! Where the hell am I!?"

"Hey! I am Aarif."
Rishubh had already rushed out. Aarif was there at Sasha's service.

"Have I met you?"
Sasha inquired regaining senses.

"Umm.. actually no. But last night you were not in a very good condition. So my roommate brought you here."

"What!!"

"It's not what you think.
Actually you were kinda drunk and you passed out in front of him. So he had to rest you here. But are you alright now?"

"Yeah....... Yeah I am perfectly fine. But who is your roommate?"

"Rishubh Nayak."

"Rishubh.... I think I have heard his name or something."

"Well maybe. Because you know he is good at acedemics."

"Okay whatever. Now, please tell me where can I find him?"

"Find him? For what?"

"Oh! I just have to thank him."

"I think he might be at the library."

"Ugh! Typical sincere student place!
Anyways how will I recognise him?"

"He has worn a red tee paired with a blue jeans and a pair of spectacles."

"Alright then. Thank you...... a..

"Aarif!"

"Yeah right, Aarif. Thank you Aarif."

"My pleasure!"

Sasha stormed into the library as fast as she could.

The college library was a rusty place. It was goofy and mystical. But it was a nice place. From Shakespeare to Darwin. Everyone had a place there. It was a 'book bar'. Nearly 10,000 of them lying against each other narrating their individual stories.

Sasha went through the whole place. No guy with even a speck of red on his T-shirt, she could find. Suddenly, something occurred to her and she reached the poetry section. Round the corner of the shelf were lying sir Rabindranath Tagore's poems.

"Gintanjali" it read. She picked up the book. And spotted a pair of spectacled eyes. And a hand grabbing the book from the other side.

It was rishubh!

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