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Love story - Part 2


Dinky walked the stairs with the usual huff and puff. It wasn’t because she was FAT , it was because she didn’t like the idea of wasting time walking all the way up the stairs.........”well” she thought, if walking was a waste of time what about her work?!

She was ambitious, a working woman alright. But she didn’t want to run a School for God’s Sake!! It  was like doing charity work, she could not expand it as she wanted because........................................Wait! She was thinking TOO fast. (she DID live in the fantasy that life was all but a video game and that some one would be recording every action she did!)


So for the ‘audience’s’  sake she decided to slow down.................
Dinky aka Divya ( never ask a girl about her nick name) was the queeen BEE (her sorority’s name) and the most accomplished all rounder even during her school days. She always wanted to WIN, achieve something or the other all the time, she didn’t have a mum , but had a dad ,a rich and sweet one , who ran a school. It was THE best school ( that’s why she studied there =P ) and has been functioning successfully for the past 25 years. Her dad ran it really well and everything looked good until 3 month’s back.



Dinky had finally graduated from her hectic 3 year BBA cum MBA course ( yes she did both in the SAME shot) and was about to ask for some career advice from her dad ( although she wouldn’t follow his conservatism) , about the various job offers she had got from the BIG corporate firms – her specialization ‘financial management’ – always trusts the figures ,our babe =P , that was when SHE got a call – her dad had passed away due to a sudden heart attack – in sleep – thank god! He can’t bear pain! She immediately took her fiesta and attacked the roads – it was hopeless, he was dead her - only living relation...........


She couldn’t bear it she had to , both the pain and the SCHOOL! Why did she hate it so much? She loved kids! Maybe she hated it bcoz the kids are tortured there? =P but that was the place where she met her best 3 friends – the only beings left for her now , although they still  behaved like 12 year olds! Actually it was a nice change being with them and living in bliss! They were all already married or in the process! My god you would think! Married in early twenties – but they started having boy friends when they were 10! 




Sheila dropped out of college last year – although It was only mass communication it still pained her brain! She easily found a guy ( with those looks! )  Jappy was studying BA English had a year left , was hoping to do something with teaching or writing.........boring. godo did BA journalism in the same college as Jappy and was now doing MA , more the qualification better the company , at least she had SOME ambition. She was a regular blogger and wrote posts about anything and everything – which is pretty dangerous! Both these had regular boy friend whom they were planning to marry!


Well. She was a black sheep there, she had no luck with guys because she was too intelligent than them, at least she didn’t hide it like most girls do.





Coming back to schools , she was stuck with one , and had to run it because her dad wanted her to. He had so much faith in her capability and as he was the only she loved she decided to run the school as much as she could , she obviously had capable staff and administration helping her out. However she wanted more , she couldn’t just live like that , she wanted to establish a chain of  stores one day , mostly restaurants .................










As she day dreamed about all this she was bought to reality with a sharp knock on her door, no more like a smart knock , so smart that it annoyed her immediately.” come in “ she barked. A tall , neatly dressed , actually , a good looking man came in front of her. He must be her age , although his nerdy glasses spoilt it all. A flash of familiarity came through , did she know him? Must be one of the teachers , there were so many of them! She actually was thinking about firing some....
As he didn’t seem like starting a conversation she said “So Mr........”
“You don’t remember me?”
Well that question disturbed her a lot . She looked at his face closer......Maybe....No! It couldn’t be him! So she said
“One of the teachers right?” and looked into her laptop for retrieving some info. “ Oh Mr. Koushik Seetharaman , the HOD of science” wait he was so young and some one made him the HOD! Well some one made her the owner  !  “ How may I help you”
He looked flustered. “ Well I was also your class mate and....” he gave a grin. Oh no! It WAS him........but he looked so cute now! Did she say cute?
“ Sorry ..... I don’ t remember , what do you want?”
God! She was SO rude!
He gave a frown, “well you don’t seem to be lying........but I got a message telling you wanted to meet me ......... personally”
That was it , “ I don’t know what you are implying but whatever you are trying to convey doesn’t make me interested , stop flirting , you are a teacher for god’s sake! And I am the BOSS , if you don’t stop this game NOW , you will be fired , UNDERSTOOD?”
“ Well.......”
“Go drown yourself in a well Romeo, do you ever look at your face in the mirror?”
Well. That was a touch too tacky and personal and there was no problem with is face, only those glasses...........
Then he said those words “ It is a game Dinky but only that YOUR friends are playing it at YOU – go ask Sheila , Goodo or whatever she calls herself now and Jappy about it!!” HE paused .
 How did he know their nick names? Maybe he was REALLY him , that wasn’t POSSIBLE.
Disaster!
Then he spoke in a calmer voice “ I am COW  Dinky, how can you forget me?” and he walked away.
The wound was open now , and she was sure of one thing -before the pain leaves Sheila , Godo AND Jappy would be dealt with .

It was him! J _ L  (??????)
                                 TO Be CoNtInUeD
                                                                                          A semi creation :) 

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