Pakhi Srivastava

Comedy Drama Romance

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Pakhi Srivastava

Comedy Drama Romance

THE OTHER SIDE

THE OTHER SIDE

9 mins
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“Hast du eine geschwister?”

Huh? What the hell is he asking? Meera sat staring at the screen, her face betraying the perfect amount of bewilderment she felt.

This is a bad idea; this is a bad idea. She kept on chanting and wondering how to answer this…whatever he was saying.

“Lehrer, Ich brauche Hilfe.” A throaty, gravelly voice spoke through another one of the microphones. She breathed a sigh of relief as the teacher’s attention was promptly shifted towards him.


Surreptitiously, she glanced at him and was stunned, as usual. Captivating green eyes met with hers as he winked at her. I will not blush, I will not blush, she kept trying to convince herself as she looked down promptly, fingers twitching to switch off the bloody camera and daydream.

Alas, apparently fate was never on her side and the idiotic teacher called for her again.

“So, Ms Meera, as I was telling the entire class,” he began, switching to English. Well, glad he realized that we don’t know how to speak German yet, she thought to herself dryly.

 

“I will make pairs of 2 students”—there are 2 students in a pair you moron, she mocked—“And you will have to create a presentation, in German language, based on any book or movie.”

 

Gahhh. Her brain screamed. She would have to speak to other students. Why couldn’t the world leave her and her introverted self alone?

“Ms. Meera and Mr. Yuvraj.”


What. The. Holy. Hell. Her brain short-circuited as she watched the green-eyed, gorgeous hunk—he’s a boy for god’s sake leave him alone, her inner voice screamed—raised his hand on the screen on being called to work with her.


Sexy name. Shut up.

“Yes sir.” She gave a swift nod and went back to contemplating how to drown in a pool of embarrassment and never come out. For the rest of the class, she avoided looking at that boy, attempting to concentrate on what was being taught.


Finally, the rigorous three hours were over. I can finally have some ice cream, she mentally danced as she skipped toward the refrigerator.


*beep beep*

"Why are they after my life?" She screamed in thin air, irritated. She stalked over towards her phone, ready to chuck it away in exasperation, but stopped short when she noticed who the message was from.

“Hey there, I am Yuvraj. From the German course? Actually, I took your number from the teacher to contact you regarding the project so text me back whenever you are free:)”

That smiley was unneeded. Maybe not.

Uh-huh. Ok, gear up, Meera you can do this. It’s just another silly, little, handsome, breathtakingly beautiful guy.

Yes, right, her inner voice said sarcastically. Way to go girl.

“Hey Yuvraj, I am Meera.”

He already knows you are Meera, he took your number from the teacher didn’t he dumbass?

Duh. Yeah right. Hey Yuvraj, I am Meera, cancelled.

“Hi, Yuvraj, nice to meet you.”

You technically haven’t met him yet, pointed out her brain.

Sometimes she really wished to strangle her inner voice for being way too chaotic. Hi Yuvraj, nice to meet you, dismissed.

“Hi, Yuvraj, glad to make your acquaintance.”

This—

Shut it, she screamed at herself. Stop behaving like a teenage girl who just started crushing on some random guy.

Problem: That’s exactly what you are doing.

I can’t deal with this, she slammed her phone down and went back to having her ice cream.

“Okay I should message him before it’s too late,” Meera sighed a little while later and willed her inner voice to remain quiet.

“Hi, Yuvraj, glad to make your acquaintance. Thank you for reaching out. Is there any specific outline you have thought of as yet or should we have a meeting online to discuss?”

Yes, remain professional. And then she sent it.

Wait.

Did she ask him for a virtual meeting?

That’s why you should listen to me, her inner voice said, munching on chocolate and grinning smugly.

I hate my life. She sunk onto the floor, grabbed the nearest book, and started reading. 10 hours later—10 minutes actually—her phone rang.

She scrambled to pick it up and nearly threw it in the air. Why are you like this?

“Hi, Meera.”

Shit. She had not seen the caller id.

“Hi um...Yuvraj.”

“Oh, hello, actually I just wanted to ask you if you would mind having a meeting to discuss our project. I am actually extremely clueless,” he chuckled and she felt herself on the brim of explosion. His voice was so melodious.

“Meera?”

“Uh-huh? I mean yeah sure why not.” She rambled. Her inner self face-palmed and for the first time, Meera agreed with it. She was being absurd.

“Great, see you tomorrow at, say 4 pm?”

“Cool.”

“Goodnight Meera.” He should really stop taking her name in that hot voice of his if he didn’t want her to melt into a puddle right there.

“Goodnight Yuvraj.” She shut her phone and went into her room, plopping down on the bed.

She was going to have a one-on-one session with Yuvraj tomorrow. Yay!

Wait. SHE WAS GOING TO HAVE A ONE-ON-ONE SESSION WITH YUVRAJ TOMORROW. HELP!

Someone save me from me, she thought to herself.


8 hours to call


“Ahhh what should I wear? Should I go casual? No. Should I wear a dress? A gown?”

Too much show-off reprimanded her inner voice.

“Okay, so should I just wear a normal top? Or a crop-top? Or—”

“WILL YOU SHUT UP?” yelled Sia. Her best friend had probably reached the limit of her patience as she stalked over to Meera and snatched the dumb, floral-print top from her hand. “You are not going to visit a boy to get married. Will you pull yourself together and stop this…this…THIS.” She pointed to Meera’s entire wardrobe. Half of which was on the floor.

All Meera heard though, was the word marriage. “Wait.”

“What now?” asked Sia, giving an exasperated sigh as she picked up bundles of clothes and stuffed them back into the cupboard.

“We can’t get married so early. No, we both are so young, this is so wrong, this can’t happen, I don’t even know how to cook or braid my own hair—”

“CUT IT OUT” Sia was done. This girl has gone mad, she thought to herself.

“I hope whoever you will get married to know how to cook or else you both will die of animal infestation in your food. No wait, even the animals should avoid your food.”

Meera threw a pillow at her. Sia grinned and flung a cute, blue top at her. “You are welcome”. Meera rolled her eyes and sat on the bed daydreaming.

His eyes. They were so expressive. He looked so beautiful, his eyes shining playfully through the screen. And his voice—

“You are so floored.” Remarked her best friend, returning with a cup of coffee for herself.


8 minutes to call


“Do you think he will like it?” Asked Meera, her frustrated friend sitting on the other side of the phone, the call extending to almost an hour and a half.

“Listen Meera,” Sia said in a soothing voice, trying not to chuck something at her friend through the screen. “I don’t think he would be interested in whether or not you keep your hair tied. He is coming to study German, not cosmetology. So for the love of whatever God you believe in, drop this drama and sit in your study room. He must be getting ready to call you as well.”

“Holy shit yes—” Meera rushed to switch on her laptop, nearly upsetting her glass of juice in the process. “Ugh,” she groaned, trying to wipe off the few stains that had fallen on her desk.

“Okay, I am ready,” she told herself, trying, and miserable failing to tone down her enthusiasm.


8 seconds to call


“Where is my bloody notebook, I swear to—” The lights went out abruptly, the room flooding into darkness and the light rays of sun illuminating only a small section of the room.

“GREAT.” Meera sighed exasperatedly. She was livid at this point. I’ll probably just curl up in my blankets and sleep for the rest of my life, she contemplated the idea. Is that the best you can come up with? her inner voice asked incredulously.

“Well—”

A split second later, the lights were back on again. YES. She screamed, jumping with joy and quickly switching on the Zoom app. 1 missed call from Yuvraj. Shit.

She swiftly called back, her fingers twitching in agitation.

“Hey!”, he picked up the call and gave her a smile. She once again felt a blush creeping up her rosy cheeks. “Hi,” she mumbled.

“So, shall we get started?” he asked, a nervous smirk still on his face. She nodded, trying not to stare too much at the patch of skin at his collarbone that was visible from beneath his shirt. Damn, the top two buttons of his shirt are open, gasped her inner voice, swooning slightly.

“Is there any book you have in mind?” she asked, trying to be slightly mature and breaking the ice.

“Well,” he bit his lip—that hot bastard—and looked up at her from underneath his lashes.

“There is this series, The Mortal Instruments.” She gave a blank nod before realization struck her and she froze, stunned. He had read the books, he had read the books, chanted her brain continuously.

“Meera! Can you hear me? Are you facing any network issue?” he asked, slightly concerned. Cute, she thought to herself, before snapping out of her temporary comatose state.

“You’ve read the books too?” she confirmed and his face lit up, like a young boy who had been offered a room full of candies.

“Yes, it’s so refreshing to know there is someone else aside from me who has. None of my nitwit friends has. If you don’t mind me asking, who is your favourite character? I personally feel that Simon Lewis is by far the best guy I’ve ever encountered. He is nerdy, cute but extremely brave and so sacrificing. I love his bond with Clary Fairchild. Have you by any chance read the other series in the chronicles? The Infernal Devices?—”

He broke off suddenly, feeling conscious as Meera gaped at him, impressed. His rambling was extremely cute and had given her a sense of normalcy. He looked so cute, with a dimple forming on his chin each time he smiled, and she was overjoyed when she found out that he was enamoured by Simon as well.

“Uh, I am sorry, I didn’t mean to keep going on, I merely…” he grimaced sheepishly.

“It’s okay, I am quite excited about this as well! I love your interests.” Meera gave a big grin and they launched into working on the project. Their review would be based on the main protagonists of the series—Jace, Clary, Simon, Isabelle, Magnus, and Alec.

“Wasn’t it satisfying?” he inquired, unable to hide his cheerful expression. Meera pursed her lips, wanting nothing more than to spend another 12 or so hours talking to him. He was extremely critical and opinionated and loved arguing with her, albeit good-naturedly.

“Can we, meet up again tomorrow?” he asked hesitantly, “Just to finish the remaining slides.” He gestured nonchalantly at their presentation.

“Of course,” Meera danced a little inside.

“So, see you later. Goodnight Meera.” There was something in the way he said her name, that she wanted to lay back down and listen to him, all the damn time. "By the way, you look beautiful." He remarked, turning his face to the other side.

“Goodnight Yuvraj,” she replied politely, forcing the heat rushing to her cheeks to stay put, and as soon as the call disconnected, she whooped with joy. “YES.”


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