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“The lighthouse?” Nami was an architecture student, and any kind of structure interested her.
“There’s a sick party planned for tonight. Let’s go.” Ramya beamed.
Nami fell back on the bed. All she wanted to do was take in the moment. “Not tonight. You should go.”
“No. Not happening.” Ramya started pulling on Nami’s arm. “No cousin of mine is missing the pre-season parties. They are the most fun to attend since classes haven’t started, and everyone is chilled.”
Nami could only laugh. She wasn’t opposed to partying, in fact, she enjoyed them, but she was in no mood that night. Not after being overwhelmed by being at Simha. “Ramya, I’m tired.”
“Not taking no for an answer.” Ramya was turned away from her, digging through one of her suitcases. “Did you pack your romper dress in this bag?”
Nami didn’t really plan and pack. The moment her father agreed, she stuffed her bags with what was in her closet and headed out well before the semester started, worried he might change his mind.
Nami remembered something else. “Hey, how can I find out about a student on campus?”
Ramya responded from the closet. “Are you looking for that strange Veer Simha? I already looked him up in the directory, but there is no one by that name.”
“What about the Simhas? How many of them are from the founding family?” Nami wanted to know what she was dealing with.
“What about them? The Simha family is so big there are a ton of them in every graduating class.” Ramya laughed.
“Oh, how do–” her voice was cut off in her cousin’s excitement.
“Found it!” Ramya let out a squeal, holding up a floral dress she had insisted Nami buy on one of their shopping trips.
“Do I have to?” Nami rolled on the bed burying her face in the pillow. She wanted to fall asleep only to wake up to go see the campus.
“Yes! I can't let you be branded as the boring cousin,” Ramya teased.
“Whatever.” Nami dragged herself out of bed after Ramya left her with instructions on what shoes to wear and what to do with her hair. She needed a shower badly and had to race against time to beat the speed at which Ramya got ready.
For how fashionably Ramya dressed, she was very quick to change outfits within minutes. In fact, Nami took longer showers and was one of the last ones to be ready to go in her cousin’s group.
Shortly after, as expected, Ramya was in Nami’s room looking ready to enjoy the party. She was wearing a flowy, floral mini skirt with a cropped tank top, showing off her hard-earned beach board abs. “Looking good, Ramya.”
Ramya looked at the dress hanging in the closet and scrunched her nose. “This romper is too boring. We should change your look. Where is the crop top I got you?” Ramya walked toward Nami’s closet, where her bags lay unopened.
Nami rolled her eyes as she dried her hair. “I’m not wearing that top. It’s too cropped.”
“No. I can’t let you wear your oversized T-shirts anymore. Not at Simha.” Ramya was already opening the bags to find the top they had purchased when they went shopping together. “You have good curves that you need to show off.”
“Curves?” Nami laughed. “That’s very sweet of you to use that word and not call it a layer of fat.”
“Whatever it is, it’s sexy, and you can so pull it off with your height. I can’t afford to have the extra curves.” Ramya held up the long, puff-sleeved crepe top with an alluring twist stitch on the hem. “This will look so awesome on you with that denim mini skirt and pair them with your favorite sneakers.”
There was no fighting the fashion diva. “Yes, sir.” Nami winked at her cousin in the mirror as she ran a comb through her still slightly damp hair.
Ramya was studying business with a minor in fashion, and there was no denying she had an excellent taste for pairing items for a chic look.
“I’m gonna go check on our roomie, Vasavi, and I will be back in a few minutes. Better be changed by then, and I will work on your hair.” Ramya was out of the door before Nami could tell her she would let her hair dry on its own.
She smiled, looking at herself in the mirror clad in the Simha logo robe. “I can’t believe I made it to Simha.” She pinched herself for the umpteenth time. “And it’s not a friggin’ dream.”
Shortly after, Nami stood still under Ramya’s expert perusal. “You look hot, sis. I’m going to hire you as my model for my upcoming design project.”
Nami shook her head. “Ya, right!”
“Nami, you have no idea how many boys are going to throw themselves at you.” Ramya’s words were nice to hear.
