"Hey Ran, let's go play football." Nikhil, my friend or more like a pain in my ass, spoke standing at the entrance of my classroom. Ignoring him, I continued solving the sum of Integration.
"At least answer me, you Moron." He exclaimed in an annoying tone. I hate it when people use this tone on me. I am no one's personal assistant. No one has the right to order me around like this. I closed my notebook with a thud sound, standing up from my place, I walked near him and spoke.
"This is the last time I am letting you go, if you use this tone on me again, you will be dead. I do what I speak". Anything is acceptable in my dictionary but not Disrespect. I will make sure to make the person suffer hell if they disrespect me. Anyone in the place of Nikhil would have been lying on the floor if they had made the same mistake.
"Threatening me? Not gonna work brother. Scare anyone you want to, but not me. Mr. Ranveer Singh Shekhawat." This guy, I will kill him out of Irritation one day.
"Yeah, That's me. Now get your ass up towards the ground." Before walking out of the room, I stated. I heard him chuckle which made me smile a little as well but I concealed it before anyone witnessed it.
As I walked through the hallway with Nikhil following me like a lost puppy, I couldn't help but notice the way other students glanced in our direction, their whispers trailing behind me like a faint echo. I had always been aware of my reputation, whispered rumors that painted me as aloof, distant, perhaps even rude. And truth be told, there was a kernel of truth to those words.
It's not that I'm rude, I just don't see the point in all their meaningless chatter. What's the use of it? They mistake my silence for disdain, But it's their incessant chatter that drives me away.
I had never been one for idle conversation, for the shallow pleasantries that seemed to grease the wheels of society. No, I preferred the solitude of my own thoughts, the comfort of silence that wrapped around me like a familiar cloak. I had never been one for small talk or superficial conversations. I craved depth, substance, and connection—things that seemed to elude me in the company of others.
"Come on Vikas, you can do it." The same cheers filled my ears when I walked into the ground. But as soon as I laid my foot on the ground, it was replaced by hoots. All the students who were cheering and screaming for Vikas, are now doing the same for me. Keep quiet guys, your motivation is not gonna work for me.
I don't like Losing, and I would not lose. This word or its synonyms does not exist in my dictionary.
As the midday sun beat down mercilessly upon the dusty field, I felt every drop of sweat that trickled down my brow. Wiped my face with the back of my hand, squinting against the glaring sunlight as I surveyed the scene before me.
The air shimmered with heat, distorting the figures of my teammates as they moved across the parched grass. The sound of their cleats scraping against the ground echoed in my ears, a rhythmic cadence that pulsed through the air like a heartbeat.
With a quick nod to my teammates, I positioned myself at the center of the field. I felt my muscles tensing with anticipation. The ball was passed to me with precision, just the way I expect my teammates to play.
As I ran, I could feel the burn of the sun on my skin, the sweat-soaked fabric of my jersey clinging to my body like a second skin. But pushing through the discomfort, I focused on the goal ahead.
With each step, the world seemed to fade away, replaced by the singular intensity of the game. I could hear the shouts of my teammates, the roar of the crowd, the thud of the ball as it connected with my foot. EVERYTHING.
And then, in a moment of perfect clarity, I kicked the ball with all the force I could muster, sending it hurtling toward the goal with a resounding thud. Time seemed to slow as I watched it soar through the air, the trajectory true and unwavering.
With a triumphant shout, the ball slammed into the back of the net, sending a cloud of dust billowing into the air. My heart is pounding in my chest as I basked in the exhilaration of victory.
A proud smile made it's way to my face and this time, I did not tried to hide it. The smile of my victory. Wiping the sweat on my hand band, I looked into the ground to look at the faces of those people who were supporting their Vikas, but my eyes fell on a girl standing in the middle of the crowd smiling and clapping.
In that moment, time seemed to slow to a crawl as I drank in the sight of her. She was a vision of purity and innocence amidst the chaos, her face illuminated by the glow of the setting sun.
Her hair, a cascade of spun gold, danced in the breeze like a halo around her head, framing her delicate features with an ethereal radiance. Each strand seemed to shimmer with its own inner light, lending her an almost angelic quality.
But it was her eyes that held me captive, pools of endless blue that sparkled with unbridled joy and admiration. They were wide and bright, brimming with a childlike innocence that tugged at my heartstrings and stirred something deep within me.
In that moment, as she stood there applauding for me, I couldn't help but feel a swell of gratitude wash over me. For in her innocent admiration, I found a sense of validation and acceptance that I had never known before.
She was more than just a girl in the crowd—she was a ray of sunshine in the darkness, a reminder of all that was good and beautiful in the world. And as our eyes met across the distance, I knew that I would carry the memory of her beauty and innocence with me for a long time.
After the game ended, I tried to find her in the crowd once more but she disappeared like air. One second she was in front of me and the very next second, she was gone. For few days after that match, I tried to find her silently, without anyone knowing anything about it.
Her image haunted my thoughts like a persistent melody, lingering at the edges of my consciousness no matter how hard I tried to push it away.
As I stood beneath the steaming spray of the shower, the memory of her radiant smile and sparkling eyes flooded my mind once more. It was as if she had etched herself into every corner of my being, her presence impossible to shake.
I scrubbed at my skin with a fervor bordering on desperation, hoping to drown out the tumult of emotions that threatened to overwhelm me. But even the scalding water couldn't wash away the memory of her beauty, her innocence, her undeniable presence.
I closed my eyes, letting the hot water cascade over me like a cleansing tide, and allowed myself to indulge in the fantasy of her. In my mind's eye, she stood before me once more, her hair shimmering in the sunlight, her laughter ringing out like bells on the breeze.
I could almost feel the warmth of her hand in mine, the softness of her lips against my cheek. It was a fleeting moment of bliss amidst the chaos of my thoughts, a precious respite from the relentless pull of reality.
But as the water began to cool and the steam dissipated around me, I knew that I couldn't linger in this fantasy forever. The world was waiting outside, with all its challenges and uncertainties, and I had to face it head-on. I cannot get attached to a mere girl who came in front of me for mere seconds and disappeared like she never existed.
With a sigh, I turned off the faucet and stepped out of the shower, feeling strangely refreshed and invigorated despite the lingering ache in my heart.
Who was she? Does she even exist in real life, or I just dreamt about her in the middle of playground like fools?
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