Be My coincidence

Chapter 7 (coincidence!)

Chapter 7

Coincidence!

I don’t know if it is because of nervousness or excitement that I didn’t sleep the whole night. I woke up before my alarm rang. I woke up around 5:30am. I went to the terrace to do some yoga. The weather was awesome. Smell of rain was still in the atmosphere , it was cold but not too cold. I did yoga till 6:30am and guess what, now I do feel sleepy. I need my bed. But I can't be like this. I can't be so lazy and sleepy on my first day.

I decided to do some other exercises. I started to dance. I think dance can actually cure you more than yoga can. After doing a lot of dance, I feel fresh. I went back to my flat. Mansi is still sleeping. She needs to get up or she’ll be late. Last night she told me that she would cook breakfast. She told me that she cooks omelets really well and that I should try, but I think I can’t see her cooking skills today. I tried to wake her up but she is not ready to leave her bed. She is sleeping really peacefully. I hate waking her up. But if she keeps sleeping like that, I would even want to do the same. I got off the fan and took her blanket, hoping that she would get up. But she is still sleeping. After using all my techniques like pouring water, songs at high volume and even tickling her, she is still not awake. It's almost 7. Our college is 10 min away from our house. I need to wake her up or else even I will be late. Yes, I need to try my latest techniques.

“It’s OK Mansi, I can understand you want to sleep and that’s OK. You can sleep but just think about those handsome boys who might come to college today. Who knows someone from them is your soul mate? Maybe someone is waiting for you. OK, but it’s OK if you want to sleep. Who needs a soul mate? We’ll live a single life just like….”

“Good morning!!!” she wakes up and rushes to the washroom. Finally, I did it. Well, boys are quite helpful in such cases.

We both got ready in less than half an hour. After finishing our breakfast, we went to college.

We are on time.

A professor is giving his interview as well as some nonsense motivation to everyone. We really don’t want motivation.

“We don’t need motivation, we need mentivation. These boys are really handsome,” Mansi impatiently says.

“So have you found your soul mate?”

“They are good, but nobody seems to be of my type.”

“So, What’s your…”

Suddenly, a boy enters the class. He is late. I am confused about how someone can be late on his first day of college. Wait ! DO I KNOW HIM? I guess I have seen him somewhere. I tried my best to remember him, and yes, I have seen him before. He was that motorbike boy. The boy who took that Hrithik’s copy yesterday. He looks at me with the same expression as mine. Confused. He stared for almost 5 seconds and then turned his back towards the main door.

My cheap Hrithik Roshan enters. I couldn’t believe my eyes. The person whom I saw yesterday randomly, is in the same college, too, in the same subject as mine. is it destiny? Is it a coincidence? If yes, then it’s the best coincidence that happened to me. While entering the class, he looks at that motorbike guy. They both exchange a look. And then they both looked at me. This is embarrassing. Why are they looking at me like that? He is looking at me so romantically.

"Hey, have you stolen anything from them? Why they are staring at you like they'll kill you?" Mansi whispers.

Accepting, the look is quite intense and confusing but I love this eye contact. It’s strange, but I brought that umbrella. It's beside me. They both noticed the umbrella.

“Can you both please take a seat?” the lecturer asked sarcastically.

They both took a seat where they could look at me directly.

“Do you know them?” Mansi asks.

“They are the ones whom I met yesterday. Remember?”

“ Oh right. Is it really them?”

“Yes, it's them. That black shirt is mine..” I am blushing while saying this.

“That’s good because his friend is really my type.” We both laughed together.

Throughout the lecture I kept looking at him and then turn if he looked back at me. We made eye contacts many a times. I don’t know if I should talk to him or not. I don’t want to give that umbrella back to him. My Heart beats fast, quite fast, butterflies in my stomach. I have never felt anything like this. I look at him and wait, he is already looking me with those intense eyes. I feel bloomed. My whole body have lost its senses. They can't work, they are just looking at him. None of us is ready to break this eye contact. I hope I can talk to him.