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called him again. He was almost out of the room. He turned to look at me.  “ MEDIA, "I emphasized, “is the last thing I am expectin g . L et this be strictly confidential." I warned.
I jumped up from my bed and rummaged with the clothes of my wardrobe to find a perfect outfit that would make me look more like a college going guy or maybe a guy who looked like he had failed to clear the last semester nearly a hundred times. I tried not to dwell on that. I ended up selecting a Rebok T-shirt and rag blue jeans along with a jacket. That would make me look normal, I convinced myself.
I checked the case of watches. I was sick and tired of not resisting my habit to wear these. For today, I definitely needed something casual. And luckily, I had a few watches to support my look. Anyway who was going to get out of the car.?
    I quickly placed my dress and the accessories on the bed and ran to the washroom to get fresh. Before I met Oceana, I had totally different concepts of being ‘typical’. During deployments I watched my friends getting up in the morning and exercising. The schedule included breakfast, duty etc etc and there was nothing like bathing in it. But after yesterday, I couldn’t help but take bath, not once but twenty times if she wanted me to. It was a surprise for even me to realize how influenced I was by her. We had met just once and the effect she had on me from that moment was something that I’d experienced for the first time in my life. Or was I actually being tamed by a nineteen year old college going girl who had big caramel coloured eyes, big black curls, perfectly carved out pink lips and a voice melodious than a cuckoo? Wait! What am I thinking?
I tried to focus my mind on thinking and deciding what I might want to do after I would be done with stalking her all the back to her home. With the list of those stuffs ready in my mind, I dressed up as quickly as I could and looked myself in the mirror. Not bad, I was looking like someone who had dropped out of the college and joined in after many years. I sighed and hurried down the flight of stairs to make my way to the dining hall, stumbling over my shoes, twice.
    I managed to land safely on my chair. Gran was already there, so it was nothing like wasting a single second further. As soon as we f inished with the prayer, I swallowed the lasagne in two bites, taking two immediate sips of my orange juice like I was hungry since ages.  Every body stared at me when I was done with my breakfast because the rest of them hadn’t even started. It certainly looked like they were taken aback by my haste.
"Any reason why you are acting like a barbaric dacoit today, son?" Grandma asked me, her voice strained.
    I shifted my eyes on her. She ha d placed the cutleries back in their place and intertwined her fingers her expressions were grave.
"Um m ― " I got up very slowly, looking sideways and bent low to have an appropriate eye contact.
"Later gran...” I kissed her on the forehead and left the place without caring to bid a proper farewell to my father and my step mother.
Thank god I had Reventon today. I reached her college in not more than twenty minutes despite the rough traffic. I was grateful that my car was not the only expensive car standing in the parking lot. There was another Lamborghini, hot red in colour, parked right next to mine, and a Bugati, parked two cars down. I ducked low in my seat, trying to be invisible. My eyes were searching her eagerly. I was hoping just a glimpse of her but it wasn’t that easy to spot her among so many students of her age.
    I was on the verge of losing hope when a beautiful radiant face at the side of the corridor surrounded by probably twelve or thirteen people caught my eye. I t was her. Smiling and greeting the students who had crowded around her. It was so easy for anyone to fall in love with her. She was just like them. Happy, easy to read, less complicated, but yet so different from any other girl I had