Flashback from Past

Dikshit uncovered his bike and went to put down the cover in its place. Ayra checked her cell phone and heaved a sigh of relief. She mentally slapped herself for worrying so much about the assignment she made regarding social structure. She was anxious if the professor would scold her for stating negative things about the society. Well no one dares to reveal the dark side of society... Anyway putting her phone inside her navy-blue bag, she straightened her outfit. She was wearing a light-yellow full sleeves top with a pair of black jeans. Her hair was tied up as a bun with a black hairband showing her face clearly. Dikshit rode his bike and started the engine after inserting the key. Both wore their respective helmets. Ayra sat behind him and they set off.

On the way Ayra brought her mouth close to his brother's left ear and literally shouted while saying ' You should be grateful to me. ' Feeling somewhat proud within. ' Why? ' Dikshit instantly asked. ' Well you won't believe me. ' Ayra shrugged her shoulders. He wondered if he again fell on her so-called trap or what as she has a habit of joking. ' That's because all the pupils in my college just can't take their eyes off of you idiot! To them, you're the most charming and eligible guy. Every morning you drop me off, all of them no matter what they are doing stop themselves to drool over your beauty. Maybe it's the best time of their day. ' Ayra smirked. ' But I didn't notice, ' not understanding her. ' It is because you're stupid! ' Dikshit rolled his eyes. He further questioned her ' Wait what's that to do with my gratefulness? ' Ayra explained ' Just know you've a got a long queue of faculties for your marriage. ' Ayra laughed. ' I'm done sis. ' Dikshit can never win over her, and he knew it.

Nobody can disagree that Dikshit is indeed the ideal man. He has a smooth skin and a well-toned physique. He has got strong muscles and abs enough for any girl or boy to fall for him. His waist is so tiny that anyone can pull him for embrace at one go. Also, it seems that he can be blown away by wind judging by his weight.He used to be the ultimate crush during his school and college life. Not because he is good-looking but has got a gentle personality and was cooperative. He was the favorite of every teacher since he was a diligent student who used to rank in every subject. Many used to envy him due to his popularity but the number of fans of him outnumbered them. He often got proposals but none of them were successful. This did not hamper him. All viewed it positively. He focused on his studies only. That does not mean he was unenthusisastic. He used to attend functions organized by the institution and invited by his friends. He just kept everything balanced knowing the limit. In sports too he was excellent. Maximum students used to gather when Dikshit was there. As you can see his presence mattered a lot.......

It was a thirty-minutes ride and now they entered the college campus.Dikshit halted and his sister got off. ' Work hard dear.You got me. ' Dikshit said while taking his sister's helmet from her. ' I know since you're my brother. ' Ayra pulled her brother's cheek lightly. Dikshit said ' goodbye' to her and left for his first ever job.

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