The sky was blue and clear. The sun was shining brightly gathered by cotton like clouds. Inside the bungalow, Thabal stood in front of the full-length mirror in their bedroom, smoothing out her pants. She looked at her reflection, she wore a salmon pink top and a cream colour pants.
She had left her hair open. Her baby hairs were clipped up by cute clips which Meera gave her. She looked at her hair and subconsciously touched them. They have grown longer now, reaching up to her breast level. Come to think of it, she hasn't trimmed her hair since she stepped in Nashik.
Her thoughts were cut off when Vikram appeared behind her, his large hands circling around her waist and pulling her closer to his chest. He didn't say anything, but his eyes met hers in the glass. He was in his uniform, the silver stars on his shoulders catching the light.
"Kya soch rahi ho?" He murmured, his thumb tracing the line of her neck.
"Baal lambe hogaye mere. Kat doon?" She asked, meeting his eyes. Vikram gazed at her hair and caressed it gently.
"No, they look good on you. Keep it long" he requested. Thabal smiled at it.
"Hmmmm thik hai. Aap kehte ho toh" she smiled cheekily at him, making him smile back.
Thabal turned around and placed her hands on his shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled softly.
"Aache lag rahe ho" she said, lifting up her hand to fix his already perfect hair.
Vikram leaned into her touch, a lazy, contented smile pulling at his lips. He loved these quiet mornings where he would stare at her and she would smile at him with so much love that he wanted to dissolve in her self.
"Sirf aacha?" he teased, his voice dropping into that low, playful rumble. He tightened his grip on her waist, pulling her flush against him.
"Itni mehnat ki hai aacha dikhne ke liye taki meri girlfriend tarif jhare, bas aacha sunne ke liye?" He raised his brow playfully. Thabal giggled, her fingers lingering at his collar.
"Thik hai- thik hai. Bohot jyada handsome lag rahe ho. Pure Maharashtra mein aapse jyada sundar koi nahi hoga" she sighed dramatically making him smirk.
"Bas Maharashtra?" He asked in a teasing tone, making her laugh.
"Aacha puri duniya mein"
"Bas duniya?"
"Puri bhramand mein"
"Bas bhramand?"
"Puri milky way galaxy pe"
"Bas-"
"CHUPP!!" Thabal shouted in pure irritation. Vikram threw his head back and laughed, a rich, deep sound that filled the room. He finally surrendered, pressing his forehead against hers, his eyes shimmering with a mixture of mischief and pure adoration.
"Thik hai- thik hai. Pure milky way galaxy ke liye kafi hai" he murmured, his voice softening as he stole a quick, sweet kiss from the tip of her nose.
"Itne shaitan ho aap. You need a good beating" she glared playfully at him, making him chuckle.
"I know well how much you love me. So how can you beat me. Hm?" He placed a kiss on her cheek and then on her lips. Thabal shuddered slightly at the feeling and looked away shyly.
Vikram smirked seeing his charm working. He placed a slow kiss on her lips and started moving his lips slowly. Her glossy lip balm got mixed and spread on his lips too.
"Mhmmm" Thabal moaned softly and closed her eyes. She clutched on his collar tightly. Vikram caressed her waist and kissed her deeper, tangling their tongues together in a sensual manner.
Suddenly Thabal opened her eyes. Oh no! This can't happen now. He is playing with her mind.
She quickly pushed him away and took shallow breaths, panting slightly. Vikram looked at her with eyes filled with desire. Thabal quickly looked away.
"Late hojayega. Chalte hai" she muttered and was about to walk away when Vikram clutched her wrist and pulled her towards him.
A small shriek left her lips. Vikram held her by her waist and leaned down to kiss her again, but Thabal dodged it successfully. She placed her palm on his lips and shook her head.
"Nahi. Baad pe. Abhi drop me off" she said firmly. Vikram looked at her like a lost puppy, begging with his eyes.
"Yeh sab nahi chalega abhi" she tried to push him off, but he didn't even buldged.
"Aghhh! Vikram!" She groaned and started hitting his shoulder with her fist. Vikram smiled slightly and watched her.
In between her beating him up, she didn't notice when he leaned down to her. But her hands eventually stopped as his lips pressed on her forehead.
"Stubborn little thing. Raat ko hisab karunga tumhara. For torturing my poor heart" he husked out, making her froze in shyness and embarrassment.
"Abhi chalo. Or do you want me to do things to you?" He raised his brow at her making her rush out of the room, while grabbing her bag. Vikram chuckled looking at her and followed behind her.
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The university campus was buzzing with students. Meera and Shreya stood by the gate, waiting for Thabal to reach. They were informed that she would be joining back classes today. She took a break of 6 days due to her fragile health.
Meera's eyes lit up when she saw a familiar figure. She quickly raised up her hand and waved. Thabal who noticed them at the same time grinned and waved back. She started running towards them, clutching her tote bag.
Shreya stepped forward and engulfed her figure into a hug.
"Thik haina?" She asked her, still hugging. Thabal smiled and hummed. She pulled back and looked at the two.
"Tum dono ko dekh liya na. Bas, thik hoon abhi" she grinned, making the two laugh.
"Chal chal. Class chalte hai" Shreya ushered.
The trio walked inside the campus, entering the building. They walked through the corridor, which guided towards their classroom.
"By the way Thabal" Shreya called. Thabal looked at her and hummed.
"I am talking with a guy right now. I kinda like him. And i feel maybe he also reciprocated my feelings. Uska naam Divyanshu hai. Bengali hai" Shreya revealed, shyness coating her cheeks in red hue. Thabal looked at her surprised and then-
"Ohhhhhh" she teased, followed by Meera's laugh.
"Chup yaar. Log kya sochenge" Shreya groaned. Thabal laughed at it.
"Kya kar raha hai woh" she asked.
"Fine arts student hai. Apna bachelors complete kar raha hai. Usko apna art school kholna hai" Shreya revealed with glee. Thabal stared at her and smiled.
Shreya looked genuinely happy. She noticed her body language while she narrated about Divyanshu. And it screamed love and genuine happiness.
"I am genuinely happy for you Shreya. I hope he is the one for you. Fhir toh shubh kam mein deri nahi karni chahiye. Confess to him soon" Thabal winked, making the latter embarrassed.
"Chup kar!" Shreya fumed. Thabal let out a hearty laugh at it.
As they were about to enter inside the classroom, a figure blocked Thabal's path. She frown and looked up to see Akansha Kadam. The uni's famous and one of the most beautiful girl. She is known well for stealing hearts with her beauty charm.
"Excuse me please" Thabal said and tried to enter by stepping aside, but Akansha still blocked her way.
"Kidhar ja rahi ho Miss Topper" Akansha asked, smiling at her. A smile filled with an evil agenda. Even a child seeing it could see it was fake.
"Akansha leave the way" Thabal sighed, not understanding her odd behaviour. She has always been odd. Akansha Kadam has always disliked her. Thabal knew that. Because who won't? The way she glares and threatens by her eyes, it was crystal clear.
"Who do you think you are bitch?" Akansha hitched, towering her. Meera stepped forward and pushed her away.
"Nikal raaste se. Tera shakal dekhne ka shauk nahi hai subah- subah. Din kharab hojayega" she mocked her with a disgusted sneer.
"Aye. Raaste pe mat aa. Tujhse baat nahi kar rahi mein" Akansha glared and turned to Thabal.
"Apna natak kahi aur dikha samjhi? Nikal idhar se. Iss university se. Iss jagah se. This isn't for you people. Apne desh laut chup chap" she grimaced, her friends laughing in the background.
"Ja china wapas ja. Idhar tera jagah nahi hai. Go and cry there. And whore around with a pathetic man" one of them sneered. That's it, Shreya lunged forward and pushed the girl against the wall, grabbing her throat. Thabal widened her eyes seeing the scene. Meera went to them. She was about to approach them when Akansha grabbed her wrist.
"I am fucking talking to you. And i hate when pathetic whores like you insult me" she spat. Thabal looked at her weirdly. Is this girl even sane? What is she even talking?
"Look, I got no issues with you. Let's end our studies peacefully. Don't meddle in my business and i won't in yours. Warna i am not as soft as i look" Thabal warned politely, trying to shake off her hand from her hold.
"Haaa. Sali, mujhe dhamka rahi hai? Tu janti nahi mein kaun hoon. Tujhe apni aukat pe laungi mein. Bohot natak marti haina aacha banne ka. Trying to woo the teachers by i don't know doing what disgusting stuffs" Akansha glared. Thabal looked at her in disgust.
How can she even speak such words?
"You always tries to be the center of attention. But you can't be. You can never be. Khud ko dekha hai kabhi? Aankhein hai bhi tumhara? Ya it's just a line? You are just a fucking outsider here" Akansha continued.
"You fucking witch. You ruined everything from me. You grabbed the teachers attention. Ransh used to talk to me but because of a slut like you. You seduced him and now he is roaming around you like a dog. You love spreading legs, haina? Going everywhere with your legs spread. Tum jaise tribal log hote hi ase hai. Oh and now you got an officer, sugar daddy for yourself too right? Do you collect all the men and-"
Slap!
The sound echoed through the hallway like a gunshot. The chatter in the corridor died instantly. Akansha's head snapped to the side, her hand flying to her reddening cheek. She looked at the ground in disbelief and then to Thabal who was shaking in anger.
"Pehli baat. Never insult him in any way. Jaan nikal dungi tumhari. I will tear your heart open if you ever utter a word about him. Dusri baat, you are a fucking nobody to talk about my character. Don't be ironic Akansha. A whore talking about some other girl being a whore, it's diabolical" Thabal mocked.
Akansha's face contorted with animalistic rage. She was about to step forward but her friends held her back.
"The professor is coming, Akansha. Later on" they tried to control her bubbling anger.
"And mind you. You are going to be a doctor soon. You won't be able to treat your patients if you still have that disgusting mindset. Apni woh sari huwi gandi soch nikal ke fhek. Warna it would be difficult for you to survive" Thabal looked at her coldly as she fired insults at her.
"Your words just revealed openly ki kitni gawar jaisi soch hai tumhari. Even after all those education, you are still an illiterate piece of shit who is stupid as fuck. Thodi si geography padh leti toh pata hota India pe Northeast naam ka jagah bhi hai and udhar ke logo ka race dusro se alag hai. We belong from the mongoloid race, a complex mix of Tibeto-Burman. We are unique in our own way, we speak different languages, have different cultures. Doesn't mean that makes us less indians. Jitne tum log indian ho, utna hi mein bhi hoon" she lectured her smoothly.
"Ghar jake padhai karke aa. Gawar" she muttered with disgust.
"Don't ever cross my way and try to pull such a disgusting stunt again. Warna i am warning you, you won't like the consequences" with the final warning, Thabal walked away. Shreya and Meera looked at each other and smirked. Damn! The show was hot and thrilling.
The classroom fell into a stunned silence as Thabal walked in, her head held high, followed by a beaming Shreya and Meera. Akansha stood in the corridor, her cheek burning and her pride shattered in front of half the department.
But a sense of immense anger and resentment more than before was boiling inside her.
"Thabal Chanu. You will fucking regret ever landing your dirty hands on me" she muttered under her breath with a dangerous hate blooming inside her.
The morning lectures were a blur. Thabal tried to focus on the lectures and questions, but she could feel Akansha's hateful gaze burning into the back of her head from three rows away. Every time the professor praised Thabal for a correct answer, she heard a low, venomous hiss from Akansha's corner.
She was so fucking tired of this.
"Bhai i think she needs another slap from your beautiful hands to learn her lesson. Ek thappad se maan nahi bhara uska. Saaf jaisa fhus-fhus kar rahi hai" Shreya whispered leaning towards her ear. Thabal smiled slightly at it and shook her head.
She didn't wanted this to get violent. But hearing Akansha's words, she couldn't control herself. Her character assassination and talking about Vikram was the controlling point which was crossed.
"Jealous fucker. Talent toh hai nahi, bas jalna hai sali ko" Meera scoffed, scribbling notes in her book.
The bell rang at 2:20 pm. Signalling that the class was finally over for today. All the students sighed in relief. As soon as the professor walked out, they moved out in a swarm.
The trio walked out of the classroom too. They chatted with each other like usual. Talking about food, dresses, new upcoming dramas and movies.
"Hey!" A voice followed behind them. The three of them turned around to see a boy running towards them, in between the crowd of students.
"Are you both Shreya and Meera?" He asked pointing to the two as soon as he reached near them.
The two nodded in answer. Now completely confused about the situation.
"Well, Sir Govind has called you both on the 3rd floor. He wants you both immediately. He told me to tell you that it's important" he informed. The trio looked at each other in confusion.
"Abhi kya hogaya usko. Humne kya kand kardiya aab?" Meera whispered yelled in nervousness.
"Aare calm down. Maybe it must be for a signature or something. Jyada kyu tension le rahi hai. Jaa, see kyu bulaya hai" Thabal consoled and patted on her back.
"And tu? Tu akeli rahegi?" Shreya asked in concern.
"Bachi thodi hoon yaar. Tu bhi shuru mat ho. Iske liye already Vikram hai" Thabal sighed in a dramatic manner. The two laughed at it.
"I will go ahead, Vikram bhi aagaya hoga. Tum dono jao" she ushered.
As her friends hurried toward the staff room. Thabal began walking through the corridor. There were still students walking along with her. But the numbers have lessened by now.
As Thabal just walked out of the building, she heard a giggle from the balcony above. And then SPLASH.
A bucket of freezing water mixed with thick, brown mud hit her directly from above. The weight of it nearly knocked her off her feet. Her top was instantly ruined, clinging to her skin, and her cream pants were coated in a filthy sludge.
"What the fuck" she muttered under her breath, wiping the thick mud from her face. Everyone around the campus froze seeing the scene.
"Wow! You are looking beautiful princess" a familiar voice mocked, followed by claps. Just from a single person.
"You know what, this is what you deserve. To look like this. So meine socha kyu na tumhe apni aukat dikhau, jo tum bhul gayi ho" Thabal looked up to see Akansha and three of her friends smirking at her. One of them was filming her.
"Even in this state, you are showing your filthy body. Such a slut you are" Akansha tched. Thabal's clothes were drenched. Due to the thin cotton cloth, her bra cladded breasts were somehow visible. And looking at it, Akansha was envious. How could she? A low life look this sexy?
Her body was full of curves. Her breasts were full and huge, making her look exotic.
"Do you still feel like an Indian now? Hm? What were you saying to me? Uneducated and bla bla bla. Gawar my foot. The one who is uneducated is you. You seduce the teachers don't you? That's why they roam around you every fucking second. Thabal yeh, Thabal woh" Akansha seethed in pure hatred.
Thabal clenched her fist. She didn't scream or cry. Although tears gathered in her eyes, she didn't let it fall. These were the tears of anger, she couldn't let them think it was the tears of her weakness. A hot rage took over her senses.
As Akansha reached out to mockingly stroke Thabal's mud stained cheek, Thabal lunged. She didn't care about anything. All she had in her mind was that, she will teach this brat a lesson today. She grabbed Akansha's hair and pulled it with all her might.
"Ahhhhhh! Fuckk! Leave it you fucking witch!" Akansha screamed in pain. But Thabal didn't stopped. With her other hand she hit her fist on her face repeatedly.
Thabal pulled on her hair so hard that Akansha felt her scalp would come out. Thabal was blinded by rage. She was avenging the humiliation she faced.
"Ahhhhh" Akansha cried out.
"Tumhari maa ki-. Chup reh samjhi. Warna asa haal karungi tera, shakal dekhne layak nahi rahega. Bohot lightly le rahi thi na tu mujhe? I clearly warned you not to touch me. Rukh tu" Thabal gritted her teeth in anger.
And then the three girls swarmed her. The courtyard of the university, usually a place of quiet transition between classes, turned into a battlefield. The three girls lunged at Thabal simultaneously to pull her off Akansha, but Thabal was like a woman possessed. She didn't let go of Akansha's hair even as hands clawed at her shoulders and back.
"Leave her, you bitch!" one of the girls shrieked, landing a heavy blow to Thabal's ribs. The air left Thabal's lungs for a second, but the pain only fueled her adrenaline.
She swung her elbow back blindly, catching one girl in the chest and sending her stumbling into the mud. With a guttural shout of frustration, Thabal finally released Akansha's hair, but only to shove her backward with such force that Akansha fell onto her backside with a loud thud.
The girls tried to stop her and started beating her. Thabal tried her best, fighting them. But she couldn't keep up with the numbers. The two girls grabbed her arms, pinning them behind her back. The third girl, a tall athlete, named Srinas stepped forward and delivered a stinging slap across Thabal's face.
"You think you're so tough huh? Teri haddiya todh ke nahi rakhi na toh mera naam Srinas nahi" Srinas hissed. Thabal glared at her hatefully and as she inched near her, Thabal banged her head against her face with all her might.
Srinas cried out in pain and palmed her face. Thabal smirked at it and scoffed. One of the girls holding her pushed her down harshly and planted a brutal kick on her stomach.
Thabal coughed in pain and closed her eyes at the painful sensation. She felt like her insides were squeezing with pain. Akansha scrambled up in the meantime, her head still throbbing from the pulling of hair.
As she reached near Thabal, she was about to hit her when-
"Oiiiiii" Shreya screamed and a heavy metal waterbottle flew through the air, hitting Akansha directly on her face, making her fall back on the ground. Meera and Shreya came charging across the courtyard like furies. They came running quickly as soon as they realised that it was a trap.
Meera marched towards the two girls who were holding Thabal. Before they could hit her, she jumped in the air and kicked one of them on the chest so hard that the girl landed harshly on her back, groaning in pain.
She looked at the other girl and punched her face, making her yell. Shreya didn't wait for a second strike, she lunged at Srinas, who was still clutching her broken nose from Thabal's headbutt.
"Athletics ka bohot shauk hai na tujhe? I am gonna leave you crippled now" Shreya roared, grabbing the girl by her ponytail and swinging her around like a ragdoll.
"Teri himmat bhi kaise huwi usko chune ki" Shreya gritted her teeth and banged her head on the ground.
Meera, meanwhile, had cleared a path to Thabal. She dropped to her knees, her eyes wide with horror as she saw the mud, the water, and the dark bruise already blooming on Thabal's cheek.
"Thabal! Oye, aankhein khol!" she pleaded, her voice cracking.
Thabal coughed again, the kick to her stomach having left her breathless, but she gripped Meera's hand with surprising strength. Her lip was split and bleeding, but her eyes, usually so soft and shy, were burning with a cold, triumphant fire.
"I am- I am okay. Haaa" Thabal wheezed, forcing herself to sit up despite the agonizing cramp in her abdomen.
Akansha, whose face was now a mess and the red welt from the metal bottle, looked at the scene. Everything was turning upside down. The plan was to make Thabal kneel and humiliate her while her friends were off. But surprisingly the shy and quiet topper nerd knew how to land punches.
And this turned the whole plan. The fight was messy and loud. Shreya was still beating Srinas. The other two girls were knocked out, writhing on the floor in pain. Students began to circle around, taking videos, whispering in shock.
Akansha looked at all those and felt humiliated. She internally thoughts about the odds and even. And scrambled away toward the main gate.
"Thabal? Would you be able to walk?" Meera asked Thabal gently. The latter shook her head.
"Nahi. It's-its paining. I can't move around. Har jagah dard ho raha hai" she sighed painfully.
"Shreya!!! Usko chhod. Idhar aa" Meera yelled at Shreya who was blinded by her anger. She was continuously hitting Srinas, her knuckles bruised as she continued to rain down justice.
Shreya stopped after few seconds and looked at the duo. Her anger melted into pity. Thabal looked weak and in pain. She rushed towards her and searched for injuries.
Her lips were busted, knuckles bruised and cheeks red from the slap.
"Aur kidhar lagi hai?" Shreya asked in concern.
"Pet pe bhi mar diya lagta hai. She is clutching her stomach since then" Meera informed, anger bubbling inside her.
"Madarchod log. Kaisa log hai pata nahi. Dimag pe gu bhara hai sabka. In sab ko sabak sikhaungi mein" Shreya gritted in fury.
"V-vikram ko call karo. I wanna go home" Thabal rasped heavily. But before that a heavy footsteps echoed the courtyard.
All eyes turned towards the sound. And it revealed to be Vikram, in his uniform. The students who were filming earlier immediately lowered their phones.
Vikram raked his eyes around and when his gaze stopped at her small figure, his cold eyes briefly softened. A look of helplessness covered his face. He ran towards her without thinking further and kneeled before her.
Thabal looked at him and smiled slowly, feeling a sense of comfort seeing him. Vikram took out his handkerchief and gently rubbed off the mud from her face. Thabal winched as her bruised cheek was touched.
Vikram clenched his jaw at her reaction.
"Jyada dard ho raha hai?" He asked her gently, cleaning her face.
"Thoda" Thabal murmured slowly.
"Who did this baby?" He asked her, gazing at her wounds. Thabal didn't respond immediately. She took a deep breath in.
"Akansha Kadam bolke ek classmate hai meri. She was kind of bullying me for my different race. Toh hata payi hogayi" she informed.
"Was she the one who ran away from the gate just few minutes ago?" He asked, remembering a girl frantically running from the main gate, while he was in the jeep, waiting for her.
"Haan sir. Aur yeh sab uske dost hai. They are involved equally too" Meera informed, signalling towards the other girls who were lying on the ground.
Vikram looked at Thabal for a moment. His heart clenching seeing her painful state. He was going to make sure those brats would know their places. With anger raging inside him, he slid his arm under her legs and pick her up in a bridal style.
Thabal circled her arms around his neck for support. She slowly laid her head in the crook of his neck, hiding her face from the crowd.
"Hold on, baby. I have got you. You are okay now. We are going home" he patted her arm gently.
His voice was gentle and assuring. But the rage inside him was ready to erupt badly. Vikram was doing to make sure that Akansha Kadam will regret raising her hands on his girl.
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