Tammy was a headstrong girl. Pretty and charming, yet she always preffered being a loner. She never bothered making friends and so, things like chilling out or parties were an alienated concept for her. Always found reading some book or the other, it was safe to assume that college library was her second home. She used to get so engrossed in reading that a blast across the hall alone had the power to break her bond from the love of her life, her books. Some guys even mocked her by naming her The Vampire, she being a vampire sucking up all the books coming her way.
One such day, she was as usual absorbed in reading to such an extent that it was already midnight when she realised that she's left all alone in the library.
It was long before dusk when the librarian asked her to leave so he could lock the library to which she had politely asked him to let her stay for a couple of hours more and promised to lock it on her own. She being a familiar and regular face to librarian made him grant the permision to stay. She was more than happy knowing the fact that she can now stay there and read till the first light of blazing sun.
She, once again, reached back to the book and left the world aside stepping in the world of book she was reading.
A few moments later, she felt a mild tap on her shoulder scaring the hell out of her. She was bold enough to turn around to see who it is and was more than shocked to find a stranger guy. She never really had seen him before but that was Ok as she did not know most of the people of her college. He was all cool and good looking. A tall muscular wheatish guy, someone any girl would love to have. He introduced himself as SB, short of Sahil Baweja.
On further conversation she discovered that his friends locked him in the restroom for fun and left him inside. He somehow managed to escape by breaking the door, which seemed digestable owing to his muscular looks.
She too told him about how she was so engulfed in reading that she lost track of time, and was left here. But she was no longer interested in reading the book and talking to him over reading looked more satisfying to her. He was equally enchanted with her beauty and wit. It all looked so appealing to them that they kept on talking. In a brief span of time, the strangers went on to become good friends. Just a litle chit chat was enough to know that all both of them need is Love.
He was just the same kind of guy, even better than what she desired and fantasised about. She was no less.
They were so submerged in each other that in no time, dawn prevailed over darkness of night. Realising that soon they will be surrounded by other students having questions of different kind, they decided to leave. Silly they didnt bother to exchange any sort of their contact details, and left.
She went back home and freshen up hurriedly to reach back college, only to meet him again. She was sure he would be waiting for her at the same place, the library. But as soon as she reached, everyone else were there except him. He must be stuck somewhere and coming up in a while, she said to herself. And so, she waited. Wait grew into minutes and later hours. But he didnt come. She couldnt even call him as they never exchanged any number. Being a smart girl, she decided to browse college computer to look for his details. She went through database of all branches in a hope to find a familiar name, Sahil Baweja.
Some hundred clicks later, she came across 3 Sahil BawejaS in the entire database. Curiously, she checked all 3 one by one. Her anticipation went in vain when none of the three matched the one she met.
She felt decieved. He must have told a fake name. But why would he do that? Heartbroken, she decided to leave the place when out of nowhere, she saw him.
He was right across the hall, smiling at her. She ran towards him to get her answer but on reaching the place he again vanished.
What was happening to her? Was it actually him that she saw or just an image created of her own? All this was running through her head when she again sensed him standing behind her.
Either she was gone mad or he was playing with him. She recollected all the things happened with her last night. It did not take her long enough to realise that he, actually, was her alter ego made up by her for her own.