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ROLL No - 77

A HALF LOVE

SAHIL RAJPUT

EDUCREATION PUBLISHING (Since 2011)

www.educreation.in


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About The Author

He is a young author from Jammu and Kashmir.

By education he is an engineer and by passion he is

a writer. He belongs to an army background; from

his great grandfather to his father all were in the

army and have served the nation. He also wants to

continue his family profession by joining the army.

Apart from this he loves to write and in fact writing

is his favorite time pass.

Contact him on:

www.facebook.com/authorsahilrajput.

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About The Book

Love has no religion, caste, language, or race

but the Indian scenario is different. If you want

to marry a girl then it’s mandatory that you

both have the same religion, caste or race. If

both of them satisfy these qualities, only they

will be allowed to love.

Welcome to a roller coaster, half love story of

Rudra (The Rajput Munda) AndAvni (The

Khatri Princess) Rudra loves Avni like anything,

but Avni was very orthodox regarding inter-

caste marriage and she refused Rudra’s proposal

because she thought that Rudra belonged to

some other caste and her parents will never

accept him.

Would Rudra get his love?

Would Avni abandon her orthodox nature?

Would they get married?

…Check it out…

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Dedication

GNI MULLANA, my alma mater….

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Acknowledgement

Finally my dream is going to be converted into

reality. I started this story in my college and now

after 2 years it is going to be published. Writing a

novel is not an easy task, it requires loads of

patience to put your ass on a single place for

hours and days. I never thought that one day my

story would be published. Firstly, I would like to

thank my mother for holding me in her womb for

9 months; from where I got some of her qualities

of storytelling. Fathers are important for us, both

for financial as well as mental enhancement and

without my father I am nothing. Friends also

play an important role in our lives; they always

support you in every situation and in every

condition. I have a long list of friends who

supported me throughout this book process. I

can’t resist myself from writing their names:

Arun, Ajay, and Raman.

I would also thank my readers who spent

their money to buy my book and at last I would

like to thank Educreation Publishers, who helped

me in transforming my dream into reality. I hope

you will like this story. Thank you and happy

reading.


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Roll no 77-A half love

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Prologue

W My forehead was bleeding and my shirt was torn off, my

ears felt the cold breeze of the winds and my eyes were

half open. It was difficult for me to see the area around

me because it was very dark and secondly because of my

swollen eyes. The sound of heavy vehicles was clearly

heard. I was much aware of where I actually was. It was

the “Haryana-Delhi Highway”.

My car was totally damaged because of the

milestone which was placed at the corner of the highway

and it was very astonishing that no one visited that place

where my car was stuck. I saw my wrist watch which

was semi broken; it was 2:10 in the night. „I have very

little time to reach Delhi‟, I recalled in my mind.

Every second, the headlight of vehicles was

passing through my eyes. At that time I very much

wanted a lift for Delhi. I started moving ahead from the

place of accident in search of a lift. Now I was 4-5km

ahead but didn‟t get any lift, no one was willing to stop

their vehicle. I again checked my watch; it was 3:40 a.m.

I had only 3 hours to reach Delhi. At any cost I needed a

lift now and raised my head towards the sky for some

help from God and this time God was with me. I saw a

vehicle from some distance and took a long breath and

stood in middle of the highway, I knew this act was just

like calling death but I had no other option.

“Are Bhai, keya chahiye? Marna hai keya?” One

truck stopped just before me and a moustache man

screamed from it.


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“I need a lift at any cost, I have to reach Delhi

before 7 in the morning”- I pleaded.

The moustache man came out from his truck and

reviewed my condition from all angles.

“What happened to you?” - He asked.

“I will elaborate all the details, but please start

your truck. I want to reach Delhi before 7 A.M.”

I elaborated on the entire incident which had

occurred with me on the highway. He also gave me a

bandage and a bottle of water. Water is the only thing

that relaxes you; it doesn‟t matter from which situation

you are suffering

I reached Kashmiri Gate and there was only 30

minutes left. What the hell had happened there! I was

shocked to see that the whole metro station was closed

and not even a single person was present at the Kashmiri

Gate metro station except for the security guards.

“Sir, why have all these trains stopped”?-I asked

anxiously to one of the security guards.

He looked at me and did the same as the truck

driver i.e. took my review from all angles.

“What happened to your clothes?”- He asked.

“Sir, please leave it all, tell me what I asked

about.”

“Some bastard raped a girl and threw her naked

body from a moving bus, that‟s why people were

agitated and the government declared a holiday for Delhi

today”.

“What, who did this?”- I screamed. “Whatever

was done in Delhi is wrong but at this time I want

something else.”

“Where do you want to go?” - The guard asked.



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I sat next to the guard and said - “IGI” (Indira

Gandhi International Airport).

The guard looked at me and shook his head

which indicated that he was saying “no”. I wanted to

reach there before 7 and there were only 20 minutes left.

Some tears broke out from my eyes but I covered them

with my hands.

“I can‟t help you but I have a suggestion. Go to

the road and hire some auto or van, but I don‟t think that

those commercial vehicles will be available today”- the

guard showed me some sympathy.

As I reached the road from the metro station, I

saw Delhi was all quiet. Not a single vehicle was on the

road. My anxiety incremented every minute but

suddenly I saw a silver car coming from the front

direction. I put my hand out for lift and fortunately the

car stopped.

“What happened, need some help?” - One lady

from the driver‟s seat asked me.

“Mam, I need an urgent lift to IGI!”

“It is okay, get into the car”.

That lady was continuously staring at my

condition.

“What happened to you?”- The lady asked.

“Nothing, some sort of a minor car accident” - I

replied. “Mam, can you please accelerate the car. I have

only 15 minutes left” - she gave me an intense look, but

also accelerated the car. In few seconds the car gained its

acceleration and it seemed that we were on a fighter jet,

the speed needle was vibrating and it seemed that it

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“Here comes your destination, sir” - the lady

told me when we reached the gate of terminal 2. I

immediately opened the door of the car and rushed

towards the gate of the terminal.

“You should say thanks to me!” - That lady

screamed from the back, but I ignored it because I had

only 4 minutes left. As I reached the gate one security

guard stopped me.

“Sir, how can I help you?”

“I want to meet someone inside the airport” - I

mumbled.

“Your passport please, sir!” - The security

guard asked.

I put my hand in my pocket but there was no

passport, I searched all my pockets but couldn‟t find it. It

might have fallen from my pocket during my car

accident.

“Sir, I have lost it, but believe me, it is very

urgent for me to enter the airport”.

“No sir! We have no authority. You please

vacate the gate”-the security guard ordered me.

“Sir, please! I have to go, it‟s too urgent!”- I got

agitated in front of them.

“Get back!” - One of the guards pushed me and

due to imbalance I fell down. I rejuvenated my energy to

stand up.

“Sir, I need to enter the airport before the Pune

flight will fly” - I requested again.

“Pune flight; But it has already gone away” - the

guard told me. I immediately checked the time on my

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That moment was a really horrible moment for

me. I didn‟t know what I should do next. It was totally

blank. I felt like someone had sucked my soul from my

body. I managed to sit on the stairs and finally I broke

into tears; I had failed, but someone patted on my

shoulder.

“What happened? Are you alright?”- The lady

who had given me a lift was standing in front of me.

“You are still here!”- I cleaned my tears and asked her.

“I was watching how you were dealing with

those guards. Why were you doing so?”

“I lost her, I lost her forever!" - I screamed.

“Whom”? - She asked.

I raised my eyes, full of tears - “My life, my

love, everything of mine, and my Roll no.77”.

“What! I am not getting you” - she said

anxiously.

“It‟s a long story”.

“I love stories. Please tell me, I may have some

solutions to your problem” - and she offered me to stay

at her place until we both reached any solution. She was

quite elder to me, approximately of my mother‟s age.

We reached her home within 15 minutes.

“So what‟s your good name please?” - She

handed me over a glass of soft drink.

“Rudra, Rudra Rajput and yours?”

“You can call me Navneet. So Mr. Rudra, shall

we start?”

I shook my head and started to narrate my story:

who I am, why I am in Delhi and the most important

thing i.e. who was Roll No. 77”.


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Chapter 1

W First day in the college, everyone was new for each

other, everyone was quite nervous due to their first day

and that was also the same for me. Raman and I were the

only two students from Jammu. Raman was my

childhood friend and we both had taken admission in the

same college. I was a little bit nervous. We were sitting

in a hall having two air conditioners and it seemed that

the hall was newly made. All students including me were

waiting for the 1st lecture.

Suddenly a girl of about 23-24yrs entered the

hall. Her eyes were dark brown, height was about 5‟.2”,

long hair, face was round and she was wearing a

spectacle and you can say that she was a complete

package of beauty. All boys who were sitting in the

room started staring at her with their eyes wide open

because she was awesome.

“Good morning students” - she said with a smile

on her face and it was really killer. She was so cute that I

did anything for her but she was 5-6 years older than me.

Actually she was not a student, but a teacher. I had never

seen such a cute teacher before.

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“Ok this is your PDP class” - she said. Everyone

was confused about what the hell PDP was. Everyone

discussed and cross talked with each other about what

the hell PDP was.

“Keep silent!” - She tapped the duster on the

table. Everyone turned silent not because she was strict

but because she was cute like an angel, a cute angel.

She gave her introduction that she was Tanya Sharma,

trainer from HCL and that she was there to take the

Personality Development Program which enhances our

qualities.

“Ok let‟s start with your introduction” - Tanya

mam said and turned her face towards the blackboard to

write something. After a few seconds she wrote

something in capital letters on the blackboard and that

was „COMMUNICATION SKILL‟.

Students started looking at each other, that how

they will speak in front of all the others. All were

nervous including me. Some of the students were trying

to escape their head from mam‟s eyes. I was sitting with

Raman because he was the only person who was not a

stranger to me in that giant hall.

Cute angel started pinpointing the students for

their introduction. Some students were very confident,

some had low confidence, and some were over

confident. Every one gave their introduction shook

hands, shared their talks. Now entire strangers became

friends.

First stranger who turned my friend was Sajal

Jain. He was basically from Chandigarh and he was the

snooker champion of that region. His friends used to call

him Jain. I and Raman talked with him and we



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exchanged our phone numbers. As I had chosen

computer science and engineering (CSE) so my section

was CSE2. Total strength of the students who had

adopted CSE was 120 and the college management had

divided 120 students into two sections: CSE1 and CSE2,

60 in each section.

I had no concern with CSE1 because in that

class all were strangers to me and in CSE2, which was

my class, only two were my friends and the remaining

were still strangers. Sajal Jain and Shivam Gupta were

local chaps and they both were of my kind. Shivam

Gupta was quite impressive. He was a free man; he

could do what he wanted to do. He had long height and

his hair style was like X-men Wolverine and I liked his

hair because I was a diehard fan of Wolverine (Hugh

Jackman). Friends used to call him

Gajju. Gajju was a dude, a cool dude. Jain had a

great personality and he looked sincere and sensible,

which actually he was not.

In CSE2 the number of girls was equal to the

number of boys and most of them were locals and

already engaged from their school time so there was no

chance of a relationship with any of them and literally I

did not want to be in a relationship. Now I was career-

oriented; though this career oriented crap did not survive

with me for more than 10 days.

It was 4:30 in the evening and it was time to say

good-bye to lectures and lecturers. In front of our block

there was a large ground which was full with colorful

dresses at 4:30pm. I and Jain were standing near the

water tank which was placed at the extreme left of the

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we were watching the girls and literally it seemed that all

the beauties of India were studying in our college. I had

never seen this much beauty at the same time and the

same place before.

Shivam and Raman also joined us after a few

minutes.

“Look at the beauty man”- Shivam said by

stretching his mouth. He raised his finger and pointed at

one girl who was wearing a yellow top. He said,

“Don‟t stare at the yellow top one, she is mine”.

I thought like others that he was also engaged since his

school.

“So, she is your girlfriend?” - Jain asked him.

“No buddy, but in few days she will be mine”.

That was really appreciable confidence.

“Best of luck buddy” - Jain patted his shoulder.

V Now it was time for the hostel evening which

was my first evening in the hostel. Raman, Bhanu and I

were roommates. Bhanu was simple, not only simple,

but actually very simple. For this he was a mom‟s son,

so he did not need any introduction, because he was not

fit for our category. We were sitting in a room

discussing about ragging because we knew that ragging

will be there. Suddenly someone knocked on the door.

“It is 9:00 pm”, - Bhanu pointed his finger

towards the wall clock and said.

“Who the hell is this, on this time?” - Raman

said in an unpleasant mood.

“Maybe the seniors, for ragging” - I replied.



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