Khushi Chawla. A writer. Her Musings. Her habit of looking at the world through snippets and scenes. Her ever-growing crush on Sandeep and fawning over his 'yes-sir' fingers. Sandeep Batra. A Topper. His Discipline. His focus is on the big picture and the compounding power of habits and consistency. His ever-growing amusement and concern are due to Khushi's defiance and rebellious streak regarding structure and social norms. She is hell-bent on looking through his calm, composed persona and into the essence of his soul, the things that keep him awake at night and shaking hands with his demons. Unbeknownst to her, his amusement at her little shenanigans and fictional distractions turns into something more as he comes across her again through the inked, messy pages of her notebooks. *** " You have such a way with your words." "Why? I would rather speak with care with Dostoevsky's girl. *** "I m damn sure that he's a good sportsperson, a Basketball.Captain.at. that .won't kidding. Just look at his physique. He must be rippled on the inside. Six-pack chocolate abs. Veiny arms. And ah! That Adam's apple of his is to die for. But the deep bass-like nonchalantly hotly sinner voice of his carries damn lot of secrets. Like holy hell. OH MYYYIEEEE !!" *** " You are a larger than life woman." I speak , staring at the mole on the corner of her lips, unable to meet eyes of a serious nutcase of a woman that constantly searches for clues of what's going inside the brain in you face. " Don't let me or somebody else destroy that light of yours." ***
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