Chapter Three

"Kalyani!" Sarita chided, looking horrified as well.

"His ego is bigger than the earth itself, so someone's gotta put him in his place." Kaly huffed looking nonchalant.

"I don't understand you sometimes, Kaly. Just a while ago, you were drooling all over his expensive shoes and now this?" Sarita looked confused.

"We're just like that." Kaly shrugged carelessly. "Now wait for it." She moved close to Sarita as Vikrant stalked towards them.

All Sarita could see was a drop dead gorgeous boy with blue eyes sauntering towards them. His hair was as black as night and reached his shirt collar which meant that it was long enough and needed to be cut, but Sarita thought that it made him look like an ancient warrior coming back from war... victorious. 

Although, the look in his eyes right now bordered on irritation and mild amusement.

"I'm going to spank your ass one of these days, Yaya." His low voice watched over Sarita like rain after a long time of drought. "You're becoming very naughty."

Kalyani laughed and shot Sarita a 'didn't I tell you so' look then faced Vikrant.

"Haven't I warned you to stop calling me Yaya? My name is Kalyani." She reminded him. "Or maybe your brain cells are so fried from all the sex you've been having to remember that my name ends with NI and not YA. KALYANI."

"Cry me a river sweetheart." He rolled his eyes. "I won't stop calling you that." He walked away, whistling under his breath.

Kaly stomped her feet in frustration. He was so very annoying. Only if his father didn't love him so much, she'd have done everyone a favor by getting rid of him.

"Was he supposed to say that seeing as... you're his cousin?" Sarita winced.

Kalyani Singh and Vikrant Suryavanshi were related. He was her cousin and though they were of the same age but Kaly was three months older than he was which she never failed to remind him of. Vikrant's father had married Kalyani's fifth aunt Santhiya from her mother's side of the family, but the woman had died after giving birth to Vikrant due to complications during pregnancy.

"That's how we roll." Kaly quipped. "I insult him and he says something mean to annoy me then I report him to Michael." 

"And... What does Michael do?"

"Nothing." Kaly replied. "He pretends to warn Vik and Vik pretends to be remorseful for a day but the next day, we're back at it again."

"I bet you enjoy pressing his buttons." Sarita said.

"I do." Kaly grinned. 

"Even though he always has the last word?"

"Not every time." Kaly shook her head.

"If you say so." Sarita said.

"Hey babe." Kalyani's boyfriend, Michael Tanner pecked her from behind making her laugh.

"Boo boo, I missed you." Kaly cooed and rubbed her nose against his.

"You saw me yesterday." He chuckled.

"It feels like years." Kaly pouted.

"Hey Sarita." Michael greeted her.

"Hi." Sarita greeted back shyly. "Kaly, I'll see you later, yeah?"

"Okay." Kaly nodded.

"Bye Michael." Sarita waved and quickly walked away from the two before they'd start making out, making her uncomfortable.

GGH was an Indian-Cardenian school so it was no surprise that half of the students were Indians and the other half from Cardenia. Like Michael, whose father was the governor of the state.

Michael had been a playboy, just like Vikrant was, but after he met Kalyani at one of Vikrant's parties, he changed. Kalyani didn't give him the time of day but that didn't stop him from pursuing her until she finally gave in and now they were the kind of couple other students in a relationship wanted to be like.

Sarita wanted to be in a relationship like Kalyani's where she didn't have to second guess every action of her boyfriend or his words but all she could do right now and every other day was to wish.

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Sarita sat up in bed abruptly, confused as to why she'd had that weird dream. She hardly ever dreamed about boys fighting over her - that was all Kalyani - but surprisingly, she'd dreamt that Raj and Vikrant were fighting over her and all she could do was watch them. 

She'd probably have enjoyed it more if they'd not been trying to pull her arms out of their sockets until it became unbearable and then she screamed and woke up.

"Oh goddess, it was just a dream." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "A very weird one but one I wouldn't mind being a reality."

She picked up her phone from her bedside table, powered it on and immediately it finished booting, she got multiple messages from Kalyani which surprised her. It was 3am but she called Kaly anyway. Kalyani answered on the third ring.

"Oh,it's good you called! I had a very interesting/disturbing dream about you, Rita." Kaly didn't beat around the bush.

"Really?" Sarita sat up straight. "What was it about?"

"We were in school, in the cafeteria eating and talking to Mike... Well I was talking to Mike and you were just... Anyway, Vikrant and Raj walked in, yelling at each other and then they came over to ask you who you liked the most."

Sarita's dream had not started that way but it didn't matter. Kalyani had the same dream that she did… which meant that it was likely to come true.

"My dream didn't start that way." Sarita told her. "But... they started pulling my arms, right?"

"Yes, and from the look on your face, it seemed as if they were going to pull them out of their sockets." Kaly answered. "They were so aggressive and then you screamed and I woke up."

"I'm confused, Kaly." Sarita said. "Vikrant Suryavanshi will like me?"

"Obvi." Kaly said.

"I don't want him to." Sarita huffed.

"Because you only like Raj?" Kaly asked. "Come off it and be honest with yourself, Rita. You know very well Raj has loved Divya for as long as you've had a crush on him. He's blinded to her faults and doesn't see anyone else."

Sarita knew that but her heart didn't want to hear another boy's name except Raj - if it were possible for hearts to have ears - but hers did and it only wanted Raj.

"I know that Kaly, but..." She sighed in defeat.

"The heart wants what it wants." Kaly completed her unsaid statement.

"I'm afraid so." 

"If my memory serves me right, your dreams come true, Rita." Kaly reminded her. "Remember the time you told me that Sam was going to hurt herself with those deadly heels of hers that she wore last year and it happened?"

"Yes, but this one won't." She said, deadpan. "It's absurd. We're talking about Vikrant Suryavanshi here, Kaly, not just any boy."

Kaly sighed. "He's still a boy either way, Rita. Flesh and blood with a beating heart. His heart is not made of stone as everyone thinks." Kaly assured her. "He's stupid every time, obnoxious and has the dirtiest mind ever known to man but underneath all that, he's a softie."

"You'll say that because you're his cousin." Sarita griped.

"Maybe, but it's the truth."

"It won't happen, Kaly." Sarita reiterated. 

She found it rather ridiculous and a little funny that she'd not been able to capture the attention of Rajveer Chaturvedi for three years and in one night, dreamt of a fight between two friends because of her. 

Vikrant Suryavanshi was going to like her. It wasn't only ridiculous but completely insane!

"Wanna bet?" Kaly teased.

"No." She mumbled. "You always win."

Kalyani laughed. "Very true." She agreed. "Don't think too much about it, okay?"

"Sure." Sarita said. She won't even give it a second thought.

"Laters baby."

Sarita chuckled. "Laters boo." She hung up, sighed and set her phone down on her bedside table. She made herself comfortable again then forced herself to close her eyes and not think of anything but as she began to drift off, a gorgeous face with blue eyes flashed through her mind which made her sigh and then she knew no more.