"Kriti! Kriti! Kriti!"

The crowd cheered the second I stepped onto the stage; well, can you blame them? I'm Kriti Singh, after all, THE STAR GIRL of the university or, as some might even call it, THAT GIRL or IT GIRL. The term varies from place to place but the meaning still stays the same.

I smirk to myself, and I walk towards the chief guest who's holding my trophy, and I gladly accept it, another modelling competition, another win for Kirti Singh.

Kriti Singh one and who even cares about the rest of the world?

Cocky much? Maybe, but this is me.

I grab the mic and I speak before clearing my throat, "Thank you-"

WATER SPLASH!

"Wake up, Ms. KRITI SINGH, THE STAR GIRL".

I jolted up from my beauty sleep, my eyes widened in horror and I looked around screaming, panicking,

"Who died? Oh shit! Chor chor-"

(Thief thief-)

Wait a damn minute.

I look around and I'm in my room, the golden shimmery lights, my round mirror hanging above my dressing table where my skin care products were neatly arranged, just like how I like them.

My walk-in closet was also there, visible, chandelier was still hanging in the centre of the room.

"What the fuck just happened?" I mutter to myself and I could hear a muffled laughter and I cock my head to the floor-to-celing window and I saw my brother, VEER SINGH,  standing there with his signature smirk that I just want to wipe off.

I glare at him and his smirk widens and he's holding a water jug in his hands and winks at me before walking out of the room like he was out for a stroll.

"BHAIYAAAAAAAA!!!! I'LL FUCKING END YOU TODAY VEER SINGH!" I shout angrily and I dash out of the room towards him.

He starts laughing and I run behind him like a drenched cow cause my nightsuit is black and white with polka dots but that's a different issue altogether.

"Stop right there and I promise I'll spare your little life today."

"Oh! Big words coming from you princess. For that, you gotta catch me first."

"You just wait-"

I run behind him and he's just jogging around the huge mansion in his three-piece suit while I'm literally panting like I ran a 10 km long marathon.

"Ugh! Gotta work on my physical. You can't be like this kri!" My inner taunted me and it's the little angle, aka the sweet kriti sitting on my right shoulder with pretty angel wings and a beautiful smile and concern is etched on her pretty face, but before I could even think another voice rang in my ears, the opposite with black wings and a wicked smile on her face, she's me and I'm her.

Well technically both are me but I relate to the Devil more. Why? As Shakespeare said

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

And it's absolutely correct, isn't it? So might as well be the devil and live on earth rather than being an angel who's scared of these devils and is locked up inside.

"Bhaiya, please." I stop and I breathe heavily while making a pouty face, if there is something that he can't resist, it is my puppy doe eyes and the tears in my eyes and as expected, he immediately stopped, concern evident in his green-hazel eyes.

I bite back a smirk.

"Hey, hey, hey princess, it's okay! Breathe for me baccha. Bas, aaram se. I'm here. We can fight later, breathe for me." 

(Easy, breathe for me.)

I immediately throw myself on him, taking him by suprise and he lets out a surprised gasp and we both fall down and I am glaring down at him.

"You. Are. A. Dead. Meat. Now."

He looks at me incredulously and he suddenly laughs and within one swift motion, he stands up, twisting my arm behind my back, with my back pressed up against his chest and I gasp in pain, though it's not very powerful but still-

"Uh-huh princess?" He scoffs ,"Tell me why I should let you go now? Hmm? I am surprised as to why I didn't see this coming. You never fail to surprise me Ms. Future Advocate."

That's right, I am studying law, well not to become an advocate but to save papa and bhai as they're in the mafia. They go against the law and if someone goes against them, I'll be there for them.

I groan in pain, "Ahh! Bhai, sorry-"

But the grip suddenly loosened and I smirk again and this time bhai winces in pain and I turn towards him while crossing my arms and smirking as papa is now twisting his ear.

"Really Papa? Ouch! C'mon yarr- ahhh! I'm I'm sorry- she was being a brat and it's her first day of uni and she's still sleeping-"

Fuck! University. It's 20th September.

FUCKKKKK.

I dash towards my room and I quickly take a hot shower with my favourite vanilla and cookie-scented body wash and I do my skincare followed by my makeup.

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I am wearing a black tank top with leather pants paired with black boots and yes, my necklace for completing my look.

"How I wish I were a boy, then I'd date you. Muah." I tell myself while looking at myself in the mirror and I grab my bag before walking out of the room.

I enter the dining and hug papa as I kiss his forehead.

"Good morning papa." I smile as I take a seat next to him and infront of bhai.

"Good morning princess- WHAT ARE YOU WEARING BACCHA?"  He dramatically clutches his heart.

"My kriti has grown up into a fine woman. Oh dear God!"

I chuckle.

"Yes, yes. Thank you so much papa." I roll my eyes as I sip my matcha and Bhai gives a look and this look means "listen-to-me-without-interrupting",  I put my mug down and I look at him.

"You will go with the driver and  Nikhil will be with you and before you start with the "I'm in university not some club drama" listen, he will stand outside the university but he will go. Am. I. Clear. Kriti."

He speaks sternly and I look at papa who just nods in agreement and I sigh.

"Okay Bhai. I will." 

I quickly grab a toast and I kiss papa and bhai before Walking out of the mansion and I quickly sit in my Mercedes S-class, Papa kept this one for my uni In particular and I never questioned as long as I have my Golden Maserati, I'm good to go.

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I stand outside my classroom while tapping my feet impatiently as I scroll through my instagram feed and it's all full of some masked dude who makes thirst traps and I, well I follow him as he's a FULL COURSE MEAL.

I look up as the bell rings and I sigh as Everly still isn't here before I walk into the class.

Our university, THE REGAL, started by the Britishers in the late 1700's is now one of the most famous law and business school's of India and its full of rich brats and the competition is cut-throat.

I plop down on my seat and I sigh as I see boys approaching me with choclate boxes and tulips.

"When will this end?" I think to myself and I give that boy a deadpanned look and he just smiles and it's not even pretty or anything near that but before I could respond he was pulled aside more like kicked out and I just raise my eyebrow.

"Well, hello there. Didn't think we'd meet this soon princess."

The voice is awfully familiar and I look up and it's him. The club guy.

"And you are?" I genuinely forgot his name, why should I even bother remembering?

He looks at me before chuckling, a velvety sound as he continues,

"And here I thought we became friends that night Kriti but don't worry, I'll refresh your memory. I am Arjun Singh Rawat. The guy who's jaw you nearly broke that night."

Right! This idiot.

"Hi". I say bored

"Now now, I don't think I'm so boring, now am I? Anyways"  He outs his hands on my desk, inching closer as he murmurs, "we'll have lots of fun Kriti and I can't wait to break this attitude of yours."

I roll my eyes and I watch him sit behind and everyone takes their seats as the professor enters, our old grumpy criminal law professor and I mentally groan at the thought of spending the next hour listening to her rambling about something and as I was about to take out my notes, a collective gasp could be heard, curious, I look up and my breath hitches.

A. MAN.

Not just any man, but a man who's way too young to be a professor and has something about him which is intoxicating. He's wearing a black shirt which is paired perfectly with his grey trousers and black formal shoes and his sleeves are rolled up and is wearing specs.

"Who are you?" I mutter to myself and I'm just staring at him without blinking, well not only me but others girls too are and I'm sure the boys must be feeling insecure or shite but I don't give a damn, not right now.

He keeps the criminal law book on the table and he writes on the white board.

"Hell is empty and all the devils are here."

Since when did a criminal law professor start teaching literature?

"This is what you all should remember while studying criminal law and this is the only reason we study criminal law."  He speaks in his deep velvety voice which sends tingles down my spine.

We all nod and the rest of the class passed in a blur and we all filled an introductory sheet for the professor as we've been doing this since year one and currently I'm in my second last which is fourth year.

I grab my bag and I walk towards him and I hand him my sheet.

"I expect more from you".

I blink. What? Dude you just came, what could you possibly want from me.

"I'm sorry prof?"

He looks at me, looking right into my soul with his onyx orbs— have I seen them somewhere before? I don't know but whatever.

"Grades, Ms. Singh. I have seen your grades and I know that you are the topper since your freshman year, so I expect you to continue with it. Clear?"

I nod.

"Words Ms. Singh"

"Yes sir."

He hums in response and I walk out, towards my car and I sit inside with a scoff and I smirk to myself.

"You surely have my interest prof." I mutter to myself and I give Nikhil a look and he nods.

Good. He knows.

"I'll unravel you my dear professor."

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I saw here again and I can't help but stare at her, the black tank top? The leather pants with boots? Her hair slicked back?

Who is she tryna impress? DAMN IT.

I smirk to myself as I see her walk out of the class while talking to someone on a call.

"Don't worry Sin, pretty soon you'll be mine."

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