Sparks fly
Jalne mein kya mazaa hai, parwaane jaante hain./ Only moths understand the pleasure found in burning. -Rajendra Krishan, Pal Pal Dil Ke Paas, Blackmail (1973)
'That's why there are sparks where they're not supposed to be', Vardhan sir: The short, rather unique professor in the FITE college once told Sanyukta, when she failed to answer his question correctly.
In that moment Randhir Shekhawat had not realized on how many levels the professor had been right. Randhir realized pretty soon that Vardhan sir is aware of everything he says and what he might implicate with his words.
Vardhan sir is like that. In his room filled with the smell of used cigarettes, a scent that the man himself had hanging around him wherever he was, his brain worked in a way Randhir only dreams about. True, Randhir is ranked no.1 since ranking started, but Vardhan has the ability to notice every single detail and use it to his advantage. Randhir doesn't know how he does it and probably never will. That's what a mentor is for after all.
That however wasn't the thought that kept him occupied. No thought was actually. 'Cause whenever Randhir witnessed an intimate moment of the girl he's supposed to loathe and her so called best friend, the same guy Randhir has to share his room with, his mind goes blank.
White hot burning starts from the place a tiny muscle pumps blood through his body through his veins. The intense heat he feels there seems to spread through his veins till he feels his whole body warming up and giving him the feeling of burning.
Randhir's relationship with Sanyukta Agarwal has in one word always been like fire. Passionate and ever burning, how clich that might sound in the romantic books in the shelf in the back of the library. This fire however, was out of pure hate and loathing for one another.
Since the first day he met the personification of everything he had become to hate and vice versa, sparks have been flying.