CHAPTER: 08

Criteria.

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Everything related
to me is so popular. And I really
love that vibe.

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• S W A R A •

"Ouch..." I closed my eyes as my butt kissed the white marble. I was practicing for the upcoming dance competition which will be held at the university.

"Be careful, my friend." I got up glaring at the voice. I saw Rupali smirking at me. I rolled my eyes. Now why she was here?

"I really pity you, Swara." She mocked. I grinned my teeth. I was controlling my anger.

"Stay away from my matters, Ms. Rupali Tagore." I continued my steps ignoring her existence completely.

"Oh yeah, I forgot. You are the great Swara Mehta, right! You will buy everything and anything in the universe using your money, right." The nerve of this bitch. I just hate her. Her guts.

"Limits, Rupali!" I was stern.

"All I need to say is that, please try not to cheat. At least, this year." That's it! I took the glass of water on the table, splashing it into her skirt.

"You bitch!" She clutched my hair so tight. I swear, I will kill her now.

"Take it..." I stamped on her foot. I was wearing my heels while dancing. And that was a reason why I fell before.

"Hell you, Swara!" Rupali cried leaving my hair.

"No matter whatever you do...you are a cheater. Last year's best dancer's award was meant for me. And at the final moment, you bribed the judges making it yours. You sassy bitch..." Rupali accused me again. Isn't she tired of making such lame false accusations? Oh, God!

"Listen, Rupali. I don't like to explain myself to anyone. And if you aren't ready to accept your failure, then go on." I had had enough of drama.

"Yes, I'm not ready to accept my failure. Mark my words, I'm going to bang this award. This year, the best popular pair will get the most prestigious award and I will grab it." She laughed like a psych. My lips twisted against her words. Pair?

"Look at you, my friend. Don't you know about the new criteria? You can't just go on dancing on the stage. You should first have a pair. And the best popular performer will get the award. Not only in this dancing, but in all cultural and sports activity, there should be a girl/boy." She explained. I was shocked. Whom will I select as my pair? I can't just select any Rajesh or Rishab. I need someone as popular as I am. I'm done.

"So, all the very best." She knows how to hit my wrong nerve. She knows how much I care about my reputation. She knows how much I like attention. She knows very little things about me. I don't like her, bloody...

"Relax, Swara. Don't worry, you are gonna get the second position." I winked at me.

"Thank you so much, Rupali. But I really don't need your pity. I know how to keep my position. I'm the beauty queen of this campus. And I know what I need to do now." I gathered my courage. I looked straight into her eyes.

It's high time to use my skills.

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"Singhanias are the pests. They are really a threat to our upcoming projects." Dad was talking to Anil.

"Cool, Piyush. This time, we are gonna crack the deal." Mom assured.

"Vaghelas aren't interested in the govt projects, but Singhanias are." Anil pointed out. Don't worry, Dad. They will be soon out of your list. I smirked.

"I will be late, Lucy." From childhood itself, I was said to report my whereabouts to Lucy. Maybe it was because Dad and Mom were always busy.

"Where are you going, Swara." I heard Mom asking me. I was going to a club. Naira had promised me to solve my problem.

"Nowhere, Mom. I'm just going to a club." I smiled. She looking me from head to toe. I was wearing a red off-shoulder top which reached my knees. My cleavage was visible too. It was a very fitted dress. My skin tone was highlighting too.

"How many times, I have asked you not to wear to which show off's your cleavage? Can't you understand a simple word?" I rolled my eyes. I don't know what's her problem with someone seeing my tattoos.

"Mom it's just a tattoo..." I was irked.

"No, it's not just a tattoo... it's your birthmark, Swara. You can't just let someone eye your birthmark." She was angry.

"Okay, Mom. I will change the dress. Dont let this small thing affect your mind, please." I made a puppy face. I know Mom is so stressed these days and I don't want her to think about me and worry.

"I'm going, take care." She said looking at both me and Dad. Dad nodded his head.

I went to my room for changing the dress. I looked at myself. What's wrong with it? Why she is making a fuss... it's just a tattoo, right? I took another blood-red dress from the closet. Soon changing, I reached the club.

"Hey, bitch."  Naira yelled. I waved my hands at her.

"You were late." Naira sipped her juice. I smiled sheepishly.

"I know...I know..." I surrendered. I saw Naira taking out her mobile from the pocket.

"Here, it is." She showed me the forum of our University.

"This year, every competition and cultural events will promote equality. In every program, there should be a contribution of both boys and girls. And those who are not following the above rules will be blacklisted." Fuck everyone. Why the hell they are like this. This was our final year and they are being so unfair.

"So you fought with Rupali?" Naira asked me raising her eyebrows.

"She is the one who informed me about the new criteria." I pointed out.

"Already there is a rumor that you bribed the judges at the last minute. Last year, Rupali had insulted you in front of the whole campus. I don't want you to invite another mess." Naira was concerned.

"Between, are you planning something on her?"

"C'mon, baby...Rapala is not a witch. She has not even flaunted about her richness to everyone. I really wonder about her. How can she even live like this in the elite world? She always stay away from parties, clubs, etc..." My thoughts went to her.

Rupali wasn't like us. She liked simplicity. She chose to ignore everything and anything in the universe. She devoted her time to sculptures. She had a good creative mind. Her paintings were so famous on the campus. She had money and status but had never used any.

Last year, both of us were in the finals. And on the day, I sprinkled my foot. I wasn't even able to dance properly. But I won the award. She was so angry with me. I would say she hated me for that. And somewhere, I too didn't liked her I'm-a-Saint posture. 

"I agree. She is a good dancer. Yes, better than you. And last year, she was so hurt. I don't know what made the judge choose you over her." Naira said.

"And this year, I'm going to prove that I'm better than her!" I stated.

"For that, you need a very popular guy," Naira whispered.

"And every boy becomes a popular one if he has me." I gave her my signature smirk.

"You are unbelievable, Swara." I laughed at her comment.

"It's Kavita, right? What she is doing here?" I was confused as Kavita was talking with the tender boy.

"What's with you? Don't mind her." Naira said.

"She isn't that rich. And still, she afforded to get inside this club. But look at her dress, they are terrible and awful." I turned to her and said.

"Where is she?" Naira tired her head looking, but Kavita had gone.

"I don't know," I stated.

"You don't have to-" I walked to the bar, ignoring Naira's ramblings.

"Why was she here?" I asked the boy who was serving the drinks.

"She came here for taking the water." The boy answered. I gave him a nod.

This Kavita is a mystery. I really need to look into her matters.

"Forget her, Swara. Now you should concentrate on the competition." Naira patted on my shoulder.

"I will." I smiled.

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