With a sound of a whistle, Rohit looked over his shoulder with questioning eyes, his friends waved. Rohit is well dressed up in a Louis Vuitton leather jacket and a smart pair of denim jeans. It is an ordinary day for him at his college, and his dressing, he considers it very ordinary and simple too. Born and raised by a well-off family background and an elite class, Rohit has formed a class within himself – which is fair for him to be in. If we take a look at his friends, they are all the same with cash dripping down their mouth as they speak, just like Rohit. The blinds of money made their hearts of stone from the inside. They got everything they wished for, which made them kind of rebellious. Rohit didn’t know what struggle was, all because the life he led was always accompanied by the source of money they had. His parents were something everyone knew about, with his father working at the income tax office, they were always the talk of the town. 

One boring normal Monday, Rohit was sitting in the cafeteria with his friends, as they were passing remarks on every average student they saw went by – it was their usual behaviour, nothing out of the box. The bell rang and they all hung their bags on the shoulder and walked towards the class. On his way to class, as he was chewing on his bubble gum, he saw a girl went pass which didn’t seem anything like her usual liking – but something about her spoke words which were never even spoken. 

For a moment he stopped the movement which was taking place around him and just looked at her. She felt like magic, there was magic in her simplicity. When he took his gaze off of her face, he noticed that the clothes she was wearing were nothing like his. For the first time in his life, he ignored the talk of brands and loved the way those worn-out clothes looked perfect being wrapped around her innocent body. Rohit grabbed his heartbeat in his chest and maintained it. He walked up to her and both of them had a two-minute quick talk.  Later in class Rohit found himself just thinking about Sarah, the magical name of that beautiful girl.

Months passed by and they got deeply attached and closer with each passing day. Rohit’s friends were amazed by the scene too, but they knew that Rohit was in too deep. They would hang out after college and talk about everything from their childhood to every little hurdle they had faced in their life. Sarah was the one who always did the talking because she had a lot of things that she went through in her life. She was raised by the love of her parents. Even though Sarah’s father was the watchman of the hostel, he still tried to provide with all the things he could. Rohit and Sarah were madly in love, which led them to ignore the class gap they had. With immense love and care for each other, they thought of getting married and living their life happily ever after. It was the walk towards the harder step, which was going to Rohit’s parents and telling them wanted to get married.

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Would they say yes to the marriage, or would they keep the class alive by saying no and marrying Rohit to the girl who is a perfect match for him?

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Nidhi B
I'm Nidhi Bhatia, currently a media student. I'm an avid writer and a big-time dog lover. I'm also into photography and graphic designing. My aim is to do something, no matter how small or big, to make this world a slightly better place.
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