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Devika came back to her room from the horrible scene which was just unprecedented for her. She was completely dejected, terrified, shocked and filled with enough guilt to urge her to end up her life. Her mind couldn’t preclude itself from going down to that memory lane which she thought to be a dead end by now. The corpse of Raj was just making frequent awful appearances. His letter had touched her heart and feelings. All these years she had been trying to figure out, what happened to that letter which always belonged to her but never did she have its possession. Devika closed her eyes and was astonished to feel tears rolling down her cheek, which were supposed to come out in front of Raj’s body. She adjusted the AC to 18’C on a cold, shivering winter night in rainy season. She poured 20ml of the famous Russian vodka brand ‘moskoskaya’ : on rocks and beginning to seize the sip from the glass through her shivering lips ,strolling down to the best cum worst days of her past with Raj.
 “Raj!!! He’s a very dynamic guy”, this is what one used to describe him in his good old college days. Devika met Raj on 1st day of college which turned out to be bad. Raj was late to the class and so was Devika. They had been admitted to the worst engineering college present in the town. The college had a L-shaped building comprising of 3 floors citing a reason why its infrastructure was adored in an negative manner all over the town. It was pretty much easy to find out their class on the 3rd floor.
Raj was behind Devika while climbing the steps hurriedly. She had an overloaded college bag hanging on her shoulder. She wore the century’s most obsolete apparel: 1947 off-white top and 1970s bell-bottomed blue jeans and the soda glasses personified her image, coupled with her hair been cut in hap-hazard manner. All of a sudden while trying to miss out few steps, her left leg slipped on the preceding step and bang! She fell on her nose kissing the concrete step. Raj was made to stop his leg movement by his reflexes. This same reflex made him to laugh out loudly. This was followed by “ I don undstn y geek gals lyk u can’t  watch ur steps properly n take a big step of stepping into this coll!!!”, saying this he went.
It took a couple of minutes for her to stabilize. She had become red-hot faced on hearing that comment. She was bewildered along with the support of fuming anger. One thing was clear in her mind that she was going to teach him a lesson in the next coming days. Silly!! Is what her heart was yelling but her sub conscious mind was very resolute on that. She knew how the hell it sucked the life out of her to get into this college and surely it wasn’t a deserving vivacious welcome.
From then on Devika din lose a single chance of insulting him, abusing him and going deliberately opposing him in everything he did. Three & half years went on by fuelling their nasty & offensive fights. Change came in the last 7 days of their engineering years. This change completely overturned their lives…
(to be continued)

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  1. "All these years she had been trying to figure out, what happened to that letter which always belonged to her but never did she have its possession." A bit confusing this sentence is.. did she knew that raj had a letter for her for these long years??

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  2. On my toes for the next episode andya... :)
    I'm loving it... Please post it soon... Cant wait more... :)

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  3. @niranjan
    yup dude...dats d part wer i wan u to keep guessin and expectin ...u wil com2 kw sun

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  4. @sachin
    thnx buddy..i wil surely post it soon

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  5. story is in good flow.... hope its a story,not a real.
    we never realise d value of certain things which r with us,we cry out for it only when we lose them.
    ""L-shaped building comprising of 3 floors"" it reminded me my school............ Niranjan hope u remember our school,it too was L-shaped.


    What's going to happen next ???

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  6. @praveen
    yeah i wil leave dat anticipation to my story

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