I reached my college but, my soul was still in that bus, I was regretting that why I didn't take his number. Until someone from my behind said "Are you Sara?" I looked back, it was a man of my height, and he was slim and looked average. He again asked "Are you Sara Krishnan?"

"Yes, I'm her" I replied.

"Oh, I'm Shivam." He replied with a smile.

I could see his teeth, and could guess that he was a constant smoker. His lower teeth were totally damaged and yellowish, his English accents more sounded like a villager.

"The Vice Chancellor listed both of us for the MOOT COURT competition." He again smiled.

"Oh wow that's great." I replied with a fake smile. But, from inside I actually even didn't felt talking to that guy.

"So, when are we working on it?" He asked me with his disgusting smile.

"We will be...Very soon." I replied and went inside my hostel room and lied on my bed, I tried to sleep but, the configuration of Harsh wasn't letting me sleep. I just wanted to meet him again.

*

Next, morning I woke up early and went for a walk outside our campus, my soul was still but Harsh, I wore some headphones and was listing to different songs, I was just dreaming myself with Harsh in an open lawn. Where we were alone, he was talking with me and I was looking in his eyes, we were holding each other's hands, I laid my head on his shoulders and he smiled looking at me and he whispers...

"Sara, Be careful"

I suddenly got my sense back and looked at myself that I was standing between roads. And Shivam was constantly saying "Sara, where are you lost?" "Sara, be careful. It's a live road!"

"Sorry, sorry I was busying listing music! Thank you for saving me." I sounded as confused.

"It's all right; I well know that you were thinking something." He looked at me with his helpful eyes.

But, I didn't reply.

"But, what were you doing here!" I asked him.

"I'm here to meet my parents." He smiled.

"Do you want to meet them?" He asked me.

"Yes, please" I smiled.

He took me with him on his bike; he took me to another side of the road. And he said "Meet my family."

"But, they are beggars!" I asked with skeptically.

"Yes, they are but, they are like me, even I don't have anyone in this whole world and they too don't have anyone." He smiled.

I was just lost with his thoughts; He's thoughts made me like him. But, I didn't wish to like him just because; he wasn't the man of my dreams. It was Harsh not Shivam.

"Can we go back to our college campus again?" He asked.

"Yes of course." I replied.

*

I was in my college, in front of our vice chancellor.

"Sara Krishnan and Shivam, I hope you both are preparing well for the moot court competition, I want you both to get our college a trophy." She ordered.

"Yes, Ma'am sure" Shivam replied.

"Ma'am, we are working on it and we are grateful of you for selecting us as the representatives of our college." I buttered her.

While we were coming out of her office Shivam smiled at me and said "Bro, you are damn good at buttering, one day you will a good lawyer."

"How's a lawyer related to buttering?" I asked him.

"I'm not sure but, we have to butter our clients." He laughed.

"Do you mean that with the Vice Chancellor?" I rolled my eyes.

"See, I told you would be a good lawyer. You got a nice humor." He laughed and I too did laugh.

"Sara, are you blushing at Shivam's joke?" I asked myself.

"No, you can't. your dream boy is Harsh not Shivam. Even Shivam isn't capable of being your dream boy." I told myself.

Time was passing, months passed my friendship with Shivam was growing strong and even I forgot about Harsh. Finally, it was the eve before moot court competition.

"Sara, just get ready. Fast please." Shivam shouted standing outside my hostel room's gate.

"Shivam, what are you doing inside Girls hostel!" I shouted back.

"I came because of you, you are consuming so much of time in getting ready." He snorted.

"Bro, I'm a girl, I need some skincare!" I argued.

He holded my hands tightly and took me, outside girls hostel and made me sit inside our bus, that would take us on our location.

"Shivam, I'm nervous." I whispered.

"Don't worry you will be spectaculars there." He smiled.

"But, how do you know that?" I asked him.

"I saw you having a debate." He laughed.

"When and where? Why are you laughing?" I aghast him.

"I saw you..." he laughed again and this time his laugh made me conscious.

"Please speak fast!" I shouted.

"I saw you having debate with that street vendor." He busted into laughing.

"Wow it's so funny." I replied with a fake laugh.

"Jokes apart, Sara you really have good speaking skills that's why I just did the search part and you are going to the debate part." He smiled while, holding my hands.

We finally, reached our destiny I was excited as well as nervous. But, I wasn't showing it, was heart was about to come out, I was shivering. No, one noticed it except Shivam.

"Hey, Sara no need to worry, I'm there and I know you will do great!" he motivated me, seeing this I got that sprit and thanked god for sending him on earth.

Moot court competition was over it was the time for results to be announced, everyone was agape about the results including me. I was praying to every single god I ever got to know about. My brain was staggering.