Here it goes…. Once again thanks for your comments…?
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“Twinkle” “Twinkle”…. The whole hall roared. Twinkle stood there in defense stance. Her nose bleeding, her braided hair had disheveled she was almost beaten to death but her eyes spoke something else. There was burning fire in those iris. If her stare could set fire then the whole hall would have burnt to mere ashes. Her inner monster couldn’t give up yet. However she looked beautiful in her broken state. Her cheek bones perfectly accentuated, her angular jaw line was no less than any sharp knife, her broken yet straight nose and her doe eyes everything was just perfect. If she was any normal shy girl then she could have whole college behind her drooling over her but she was toughest woman you’ll ever come across. It wasn’t only about her beauty, it was about her passion, intellect and also bravery.
Before she could jab her fist into her opponent’s face it was half time, both players were pulled back by their trainers. “You have to focus T, you can’t lose it; think of your struggles, jeet se aage bahut kuch paane ko hai” her trainer Mohammed counseled her. He was pretty famous at their district. He was also named after worldwide champion Mohammed Ali, due to his tricky tactics. He however trained mainly girls to empower women. He would always choose the ardent and fiery ones to train.
Once when he was returning home after his session, he witnessed a indelible incident. A incident which involved a girl constantly punching the drunken man. He quickly hustled over there and inquired her of her arrogant behavior. She didn’t hesitate to answer back. It was simple—-she had seen him harassing his wife and plainly started blowing him off with her fierce punches, sure her knuckles turned sore but she cared less. Her past was no less, her father had abused her mom drunkenly so many times, and her mother had always advised her to stand up for herself unlike her mother. Now she was the sole earning source of her family. She had quit her school after her twelfth to support her mother but unfortunately she had passed away few months back. She had a younger sister who was dependent on her. That day Mohammed decided that—-this girl here would be his best trainee. And guess what she was his all time favourite. She competed in state levels and won almost all, and also managed to secure her seat in college through the sports quota and most of her money was spent on her sister’s education.
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“Bhaiya don’t worry, it has already taken care of” Ria was trying to assure her brother. This was what happened—she was newbie to her college and all shy nerdy girl, she was being bullied by some of the seniors for her studious persona. But her roommate Twinkle whom she proudly call her bestie, had already warned them, getting beaten by trained wrestler wasn’t there plan so they cowardly crawled away. Now they share not only their dorm but anything that’s needy.
On the other line Kunj was furious. How dare anyone bother his baby sister. He can’t take this. Their bond is inexplicable. They are super close. He wanted to immediately come through but his sister was convincing him. And he was confused. How and who had saved his sister? “Ri, who took care?”. “It’s my bestie remember I had told you about—we share our dorms!” she cheerfully informed him. Oh! Something flashed his mind. Recently that was all Ria would talk about. How her best friend is more strong than most of their college boys or how her intellect stands out among hundreds. She is a crowd pleaser he thought. “Mujhe unse milna hai, mein agle hafte aaraha hoon” it was more like a statement. “Yes!! I’ve missed you so much, jaldi aaiye” she exclaimed happily.
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I know this is very short but this OS is of three parts and next part marks the end…. In fact I would finish it at second itself but had to break it to three for more consistency okay…. I hope you enjoyed? will soon post the next thank you all ????