My Secret Boyfriend

By Sonam Siwach

About the Book: What will you choose, being freaky rich or live free?
My
Meera, a girl from rural area wants to study hard and make her career. She wants to live with her head held high.
Secret
Sameer, a popular boy has secrets which he wants to hide from the world.
Boyfriend
What will happen when they will fall in love? Will it be a happy ending to their relationship? Will Meera be able to live the life that she desperately wants or the secrets that Sameer is hiding will ruin their life?

About the Author: Once a software engineer, now a full-time homemaker and mother of a baby girl, Sonam Siwach was born in Jhajjar, Haryana. My Secret Boyfriend is the novel with which she started her writing career. She is filled with aspiration to write characters which people can relate to and some storied which can bring whole new world to reader.

To know more about her, you can mail her at [e-mail].

• Language: English
• Publisher: Pencil
• Release date: Oct 3, 2020
• ISBN: 9789390266869

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13

PROLOGUE

 Meera was going back to college after vacation. Her last semester of b.tech was starting from next day. She never had that homely feeling when she first came to this college. She was afraid at that time. She still remembers that day as if it was yesterday. She was nervous outside and freaking nervous inside. She was not even sure if she would be able to speak in Hindi. She has always been speaking Haryanvi since birth. What would she do if anyone would talk to her? She had no confidence. She had no fancy or branded dress. She had no dressing sense; she had always worn what her mother gave her to wear. She saw beautiful girls with nice dresses roaming around with friends when she came for admission. Will she ever have such friends, with whom she would be able to talk freely, confidently.

 ‘How I would survive in this city? Why did I even come here? What was the need to be an engineer while I could have done B.sc from Rohtak? There are many colleges with great reputation there. But then, I would have to do a stitching or beautician course and get married, have kids and become a housewife like other girls of my city, like my mother’ she was thinking whole time coming. 

 Meera was a small village girl from a middle-class family. Her father was a shop keeper in a nearby small town. Not every girl of her village was allowed to go to big city to study. They usually get married just after finishing high school or a year later. They only got to do beautician or stitching courses so that they can be a perfect marriage material and their parents could find a perfect groom for them as soon as they finish their school. Why bother to teach them more when they have to go to other home, their own home. Parents have their son after all to look after them. So, they need to only provide their son so that he would provide them back when they are old. It’s all give and take you know. But her father thinks differently. He wanted Meera to do what she wanted to do and set an example for others. Meera knew that she was fortunate to have such a father. Even her mother was supportive. She always encourages Meera. She always motivated Meera to do something better in life unlike other mothers who ask their daughters to learn how to cook better. Meera had a dream that one day she will be an independent woman and will help her father financially and make him proud. She would also send her parents on ‘’char- dham yatra’’ (four pilgrimage). She was working hard to make her dream into a reality. She always scored well and got admission in Gov College of engineering, Delhi. She knew she would be outcast in the class because of her geeky looks but at least at her ‘home-to-be’ for next four years, she wanted someone as simple and as geek as her, someone whom she could call a friend.

CHAPTER 1

Hey! I am Ananya from Noida’ a girl with big, round face with an equally big sized round specs said with hand outstretched to Meera when she entered the room allotted to her.

 ‘Hi! I am Meera from Rohtak’

 ‘Which stream?’ she asked.

 ‘Computer. You?’

 ‘Same. Thank god I found someone as simple as me. Here, some people behave like they are superior to everyone else. Actually, I think they have low IQ. They don’t know that price of their dress and cars doesn’t make them superior but one’s mind do’.

Meera smiled. She knew that feeling better than anyone else.

‘My brother studies in same college. He is one-year senior to us. He is the only reason I got the chance to study outside Noida. There are some more conditions thou. I can only be friend with simple and innocent girl or those who look like innocent.’ She winked and continued ‘I am not allowed to go out of the college. I was quite pampered at home so this is my time to be independent. Tell me something about you.’ She said while counting all the points on her fingers as if she did not want to miss anything.

 ‘There is not much to tell. I belong to a middle-class family. I have to study and get a good job, which is my dream. I am allowed to go out of the college but only if it is necessary and can only go with other girls not by myself because I have never been alone out of my house.’ 

‘We can be friend then’

 ‘I guess so’.

 Meera spent the evening unpacking, arranging the books and making her bed. At 7:30, Ananya called her for dinner. Hostel mess was a large room with wooden tables and chairs, arrange to eat in groups. Most of the chairs were occupied with sophisticated and sexy looking girls.

‘Do I feel jealous?’ Meera asked herself.

Meera and Ananya looked for seat and found two in the corner. An assembly was announced in common room for 8:00pm. Girls gathered there after dinner. This one too, was a large room with chairs arranged in lines, newspaper was spread all over and a led TV mounted on the wall. 

‘Welcome everyone’ hostel warden Miss Kaur started to speak.

 ‘I will not take much time of yours. Here are some rules of the hostel. You are not allowed to stay in hostel after 9:00 am. If in case you are sick and wants to stay, you need to get permission for that from me. You have to wear decent clothes while coming to mess and assembly.’

 ‘good’ Meera whispered to herself. 

Loud voice of Miss Kaur took her attention again. 

‘Every evening at 9, we will assemble here for roll call. This TV is for you. You can watch it from 4:00pm to 9:00pm. Good night.’ She finished with a plain loud voice and left.

 Assembly room started to desert after that. Meera too went to her bed but could hardly sleep. Her mind was too much occupied with the thoughts of next day and near future.

‘What would happen tomorrow? How would the professors be? How would the students be? How she would study hard and get good grades. How she would stick her nose out of other people’s business as instructed by her father. Will people be friend with her? But that does not matter now anyway. She had Ananya now who will sure turn out to be a good friend.’ She assured herself. 

 She didn’t know when she fell asleep but wake up at 5 in the morning. She came out in the balcony after shifting in her bed for few minutes. It was peaceful and lovely morning as it used to be back at her home. Only difference was that it was not home. Her parents and brother were not there. She could see other buildings at distance, lots of trees, huge lawn and canteen from there. She sat there for a while to feel the air and then went back in the room, called her mom and talked to her for about 20 minutes, took shower and wore a grey salwar kameej with pink dupatta. She was happy and nervous and excited at the same time. She woke up Ananya and went down in common room to read newspaper. When Ananya came after getting ready, they had their breakfast and left for the lecture.

The professor came just the time when Meera and Ananya reached the class. As soon as the professor started to teach after introduction Meera started to take notes like it was a matter of life and death for her. Yes, it was a matter of life for her. Death? Not sure. she wanted to enjoy the life in big city, wanted to have friends but more than anything she wanted good grades.

 Next day when Meera came out of the bathroom after taking bath, there was a girl in the room, asking Ananya for cherry red lipstick.

 ‘I have the red shade but that doesn’t go well with my dress’ the girl was saying.

 ‘But I don’t use lipstick’.

 That girl looked at Meera with a ‘what about you’ face expression. Meera shrugged her shoulder in respond and the girl flew her hands in the air and left. Disappointment could clearly be seen on her face.

‘Who was she?’ Meera asked Ananya after that girl left.

‘That’s Kirti. She is in our class.’

‘Seems so desperate to match her lipstick with the dress. Do people usually do that?’ Meera asked finding her strange.

 ‘Yeah, because almost every girl wants to try their luck with Sameer. She is the prettiest among all. So, she might have a chance.’

 ‘Who is Sameer?’

 ‘Really Meera!’ Ananya gave her expression as if Sameer was the Head of the department or something and everyone was supposed to know him.

‘What?’ asked Meera in confusion. Oh! He might be professor of engineering graphics.