Nagpur,

Maharashtra

Nagpur was covered with the hues of pink and orange, as the fiery ball was sinking slowing into the horizon, letting the calmness and the gentleness that the breeze carried across the busy city to take over, marking the approachment of the night.

The city lights twinkled as the sky too began showing the presence of the little sparkles spread across it's cover, the stars.

The hustle - bustle of the city was coming to a hold.

But,

That was not so, in the Government Medical College and Hospital, Nagpur.

Though the crowd had subdued, but still, the bustling footsteps and gentle whispers and sounds of the ongoing vehicles still surrounded the campus.

It was one such day, that the tired figures, having their white coats worn with great pride, but shoulders slumped with the weight of their dreams, were walking back, having bags hanging across their shoulders.

Three girls, were walking back, down the hostel route, carrying one or two of the heavy books in their hands, probably returning back, from the library, after a heavy study session.

"Finally Medicine postings khatam! Yaar, alag hi terror tha woh toh! ", one of the girl confessed.

She was Sara Pawar.

"Tum logo ka sahi hai yaar! Mere toh abhi shuru honge. Aur tum logo ka experience sun kar lagta hai ki jaise koi jang ka maidaan hi hai! ", Kriti spoke.

(Finally the medicine postings are over. It's was such a terror for real.)

(Think about me guys. I am to begin with them now. And listening to your tales I am sure enough that's it's a war field for real. )

The three of them, were second year medical students, who had just started with their clinical postings.

They were divided into batches and put into different departments in order to gain first hand experience of dealing with the patients.

"Shri! Kaha kho gayi hai! ", Kriti asked looking at the other girl, who was lost in her own world, walking mindlessly amidst them both.

" Nahi, mei bas woh.. Chod, kuch nahi! ",Shri replied.

"Shri.. Bataiyegi tu hume kya huwa hai woh! ", Sara haulted her and asked, determined to gain an answer from her friend.

(Shri, where are you lost? )

(Nothing.. It's just.. Leave it.)

(Shri.. Tell us, what's wrong. )

" Yaar.. Nahi.. It's..

"Sach sach bata! "

(Tell us the truth)

"Okay fine. Toh aaj jis patient ki history meine li thi.. He.. He cried telling me about his issues. You know.. It seems uske bete ki shadi hai agle mahine, and he is here, admitted.

I could see that helplessness on his face. And it felt.. "

(The patient's whose history I took today..)

"Shri.. Yaar.. Tujhe kitni baar kaha hai humne.. Stop being so sensitive..

(We told you so many times, Shri. Stop being so sensitive. )

" I am not being sensitive, Sara. Or may be I am. I don't know. It's just that..

I could feel what he was going through. And it felt bad.

I know, mei unke liye kuch kar nahi sakti. Na hi aaj, na hi jab mei sach mei doctor ban jaungi tab, in this aspect.

Yes, I would be able to treat the patient, in the future.

But not their sufferings in real.

Doesn't it amaze you, like there's so much sufferings going on around us. And humko lagta hai, ki humari takleefe badi hai.

Ek viva, ek exam.. Inka tension humko bada lagta hai jab ki duniya mei log kitne bade bade tensions leke bethe hai! ", the girl conveyed.

(I know I won't be able to do anything for him. Not today, nor ever, in this matter.)

(We feel that our problems, our tensions are bigger, while the world has so much more going on. )

She was Shrinidhi Jadhav.

But the other two girls couldn't understand exactly what she was trying to say.

Moreover, Shrinidhi herself knew that she was not able to convey herself well either, so she certainly didn't expected her friends to understand her point of view.

"Khair chod. ", she dismissed them both, and started to walk again.

(Leave it)

" Waise Shri. I think you need a bath and some sleep! ", Kriti joked.

" Sahi keh rahi hai yaar!! ", Shrinidhi cribed.

(You are right! )

This was she.

Shrinidhi Jadhav.

A 21 year old, simple, happy go lucky girl. Who had fought with all odds and carved a path for herself.

Coming from a remote village in Maharashtra, she made it big for herself already.

She was a sunshine of a personality.

Being an introvert she took good amount of time to gel up with people, but once she made someone her friend, she will by all means maintain that friendship.

Considerate and equally crazy.

If someone sees her, then those almond shaped eyes, conveyed ample of innocence. But her close ones knew, that she was anything but innocent.

Words were her best friends.

Whenever, people, places and situations disappointed her, she would turn back to  words, pen them down away from the eyes of the world securely hidding herself amongst those words.

The girls walked back, to their hostel rooms. Chatting along as they narrated the days happenings to each other.

~Later~

It was around 10' clock at night.

One particular room on the second floor located at the extreme left corner, was bustling.

Laughs and loud talks could be heard over the entire floor, but nobody dared to question or silence them up. Why?

Kyuki insaan ek baar kahe, do baar kahe, par roz roz?

Yeah, this particular room, was the hub for a particular group of the second year girls, who would gather there every night.

Sharing, gossiping, bitching,eating, and spending time with the little family that they had made away from their homes, this was what happened in this room. Everyday.

(You can tell someone once or twice, but everyday?)

Just like any other day, even today the girl's sat there.

The room bustled with the voices, as they shared and laughed.

The girls were Shrinidhi, Kriti, Sara, Akansha, Anvi, Eshaal.

"Guys.. Guys.. Guys.. You know woh SBP hai na, woh Instagram pe hai! ", Akansha conveyed about one of the professor.

" Sacchi? ", Shrinidhi questioned back.

" Ha, yeh dekh! Profile photo! ", Akansha giggled as she shovered the phone towards Shri.

(SBP is on Instagram)

(Really?)

(Yes, see.)

They shared a laugh, when they heard Kriti speak.

"Arey, suna hai, woh Roll No. 85 aur Roll No. 103 ka breakup ho gaya! ", Kriti commented, as she munched down the snacks.

(Arey I heard that roll no 85 and roll no 103 broke up)

" Abhi toh shuru hua tha! Itni jaldi khatam bhi ho gaya! ", Sara added.

(They had just began dating and now broke up as well?)

" Meine toh pehle hi kaha tha unka chalne nahi wala! ", Shrinidhi shrugged.

(I had told you'll already, that they won't last.)

" Woh 103 ab dusre ko patayegi dekhna! ", Anvi added.

(103 will date someone else now, see!)

" Uska sahi hai yaar... Yaha ek nahi mil raha aur uski line hi khatam nahi ho rahi! ", Akansha grumbled.

(She's enjoying yaar. Here we don't get one and there her line is not ending)

" Tu toh bol hi maat, tere piche bhi line hi line hai, magar tune bhaav hi nahi dena hai unhe toh kya faida phir! ", Shrinidhi argued.

(You don't speak only. You too have a line behind you, it's just that you don't give them attention)

" Ha yaar, iske ek do mere hisse mei aah jaye toh meine toh aasman mei hi udna hai phir! ", Anvi proclaimed.

(Yes yaar, if I get one two of hers I'll be in the sky)

" Iske ek do milakar tere crushes ki list ki century puri ho jayegi, behen! ", Sara foretold Anvi, who looked at her with mischievous eyes.

(Taking her one two, your list of century will get completed, sister)

" Unko tum log hi rakhlo. Ek kisi ladke se siddhe muh baat kya kar lo, woh hath dho ke piche pad jata hai.

I don't want those kinda boys. ", Akansha, who was a bit more matured though equally naughty amongst the girls commented.

(You all keep them. If one talks to any of the boys rightly, they simply take it as a sign. I don't want those kinda boys)

" Mera toh fixed hai.

Kartik mil jaye bas. Phir life set hai! ", Eshaal commented dreamily.

(I am set. I just want Kartik. That's it)

" Kartik? ", Shrinidhi equivocated, the name rolling out of her mouth in a subtle way, unknowingly she loved how it sounded.

" Yaar... No.. Shri.. Don't tell me you don't know who Kartik is! ", Eshaal shouted as she got down from the chair that she was sitting onto and walked to Shri, settling beside her on the bed.

Shrinidhi just nodded her head in a no.

She seriously didn't.

" Shri.. Shri.. Shri.. ", Eshaal sounded way to disappointed.

" Oii.. Unki ab tak Surgery posting hui nahi hai. How would they know?

Aur waise bhi, he is not that good.. ", Akansha argued.

(They haven't started with their surgery posting yet! How will they know. And nevertheless he is not that good. )

" Goooodd... He is fine! Excellent.

Oohkay.. Ohkay.. Shri listen.. Teri abhi Surgery posting start hogi na? ", Eshaal was all excited to reveal about that one person to her friend.

(You'll start your surgery posting now, right?)

Shrinidhi nodded on her question.

" Okay, so there's this guy, called Kartik! In surgery department. And he is..soo...",Eshaal was saying when Anvi interrupted, " Nahi Shri woh utna bhi kuch khaas nahi hai. You see, Ashwin. He is the finest in surgery. Haaye....mera crush! ", Anvi held her hands on her chest as she said it in a melodramatic way.

(No Shri, he isn't that special. You see Ashwin.)

" Tere toh crushes hote rehte hai! Ashwin mera hai, Samjhi! ", Akansha commented with a subtle blush.

(You regularly get crushes! Ashwin is mine. Okay!)

" Arey! Surgery mei itne handsome - handsome log hai? Medicine mei toh sab budhao hi the! ", Shrinidhi commented.

(Surgery has so many handsome people? Medicine had all oldies)

" Shri... Medicine mei, Yagneshwar sir the yaar.. He was not a buddhaov. ", Sara cribbed reminding her friends of her medicine wala crush.

(Shri.. Medicine has Yagneshwar sir. He was not an oldie.)

" Woh sab chod Shri.

You know, waise toh Kartik tum sab ka jiju hai! Par ....par....par...  Only you. Only  you Shri.. I am ready to share my Kartik with you! ", Eshaal  vocalised as she side hugged Shri.

(Kartik is actually your Jiji.. But)

" Arey.. Par mere sath hi kyu? I mean.. Humpe itni meherbaani? ", Shrinidhi too replied in a dramatic manner.

(Arey.. But why only me?)

" Ha bhai? Humari bhi toh Surgery posting har.. Agar.. Agar woh Kartik mhuje pasand aaya toh! ", Sara mused.

(Yes? I also have surgery starting. What if I happen to like that Kartik! )

" Pasand toh woh sabko aata hai! ", Eshaal was again drowning in her dreamland.

(Everybody likes him!)

" Oh please! Mhuje nahi aaya! ", Akansha was quick to comment back.

(Oh please! I didn't)

" Mhuje bhi..Nahi aaya! ",Anvi joined the queue.

(Neither me!)

" Nahi.. Mera matlab... Jyada tar logo ko.

Par I don't know why, mhuje aisa lagta hai, that Shri and He will be perfect.

Aur in accordance with the fact ki iss ladki ka ab tak koi crush nahi bana, iske desert si zindagi mei, Kartik ki barsaat is way to perfect! ", Eshaal commented making the others laugh.

(I mean.. Most of the people. But I don't know why, I feel that Shri and He will be perfect.

And in accordance with the fact that she got no crushes. Kartik is worth it all!)

" Yeh toh sahi kaha tune! Woh Kartik iske type ka bhi hai. Sushil, sarvagun sampan types! Shri and he will make a good pair. ", Anvi commented.

(Well you are right! Kartik is totally her type.)

Shrinidhi too laughed with them.

The comfort that she shared with these girls was of a whole different level.

After a while, Shri warned, " Woh sab thik hai. Par mei yeh crushes wagera ki chakaar mei fas gayi na! Toh tum logo ke liye badi mushkil hogi dekhna! ".

(That all is fine. But if I get stuck in these crushes and stuff, it will be difficult for you'll only.)

Shrinidhi somewhere was aware about her hyper fixation. She knew she gets attached way too quickly and way too much and that made it more difficult for her. So she tried to keep herself away from attachments as they always ended up hurting her.

But her heart was soft and that was her weakness as well as her strength.

She felt oceans even for the drops that would hit her soul.

" Woh sab baad mei dekh lenge! I really wish you get a crush on Kartik. Phir hum sath mei mil kar uske bare mei discuss karke blushy blushy karenge! ",Eshaal said and both the girls actually blushed over that.

(We'll see that later.  I really wish you get a crush on Kartik.  Then we'll together blush over his talks.)

The chats and bickerings of the girls went on for some time before they retarded back to their respective groups and slept.

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Okayyy!! 🥳

The first chapter's out and I am anticipating to know from you all about what you expect this tale to be like. 😁

How is the first chapter?

Is it interesting and drawing you'll in it or not? 😙

Our Shri is certainly a girl next door! Haina? ✨

What do you think?

Did you'll like the bond between these girls? 🌼

Aacha!

And what about that one name that the girls are hyping over?

Kartik!

What do you think he will be like?

The hot head, arrogant insaan? Or a lover boy? 🥺🦋

Okay!

So the story will be available on Wattpad and Scrollstack.

On Scrollstack it will be paid after the first few chapters, that are for free.

The schedule for updates is not fixed yet,

though I am planning to update the first few chapter's quickly before we begin with the paid ones, so yeah, you'll can expect few frequent updates in the upcoming week.

And an important piece of information, koi complain nahi karega ki chapters small hai, kyuki woh hai, aur author ko pata hai, that's why I'll be updating two chapters on the said day, so that it gets compensated. But for that you guys will have to have patience. 🌼

Yeah, so we will be having double updates, until I begin to feel that the word count for a single chapter satisfies my being.

Even Scrollstack will have chapters clubbed together.

Toh please, no complains.✨🦋

Working on the next chapter. 💗

Baki,

Do shower your love. Your author needs it.💗

And do let me how how this chapter is. 🦋

Love Love. ❤