To Get Her' is a sassy story about a simple girl who enters the fascinating world of engineering with a lot of dreams and aspirations, but the very first day of the college makes her face the appalling realities of a 'not so simple' life that awaits her. If her own problems weren't enough, a cynical local gangster decides to turn her life upside down just to get to talk to her best friend, to revive a long lost one sided love affair. If it wasn’t for the support of her friends who stood by her side, she would have broken up completely.
The story takes you to the college campus, the carefree days and the excitement each day brought from the first crush to romantic fantasies, strange co-incidences, to big misunderstandings, from detective instincts to protective feelings. Most importantly it tells you the importance of friendship and togetherness. Enjoy ToGetHer, where each page unfolds a new experience and keeps you wanting to read more.
About the Author:
Ishita Bhown, born and brought up in Jaipur, has recently completed her B.Tech and is currently working with a leading software firm based in Noida.
'I am what I am, easy to know and difficult to understand', she claims. Her bubbly and talkative nature is the reason behind a long list of friends who she believes are an integral part of her life. Her hobbies include blogging, philately and reading. 'To Get Her' is her debut novel and she is excited for your feedback. To post your feedback you can contact her on Facebook.
Excerpts from the Book:
“Stop.”
“First year?” someone called me from behind.
“Yes,” I turned around to see a smart guy with an enquiring expression and a cold stare.
“Don’t you have to wish your seniors? Give me your introduction,” the guy came closer to me, and I stood facing him.
“Sorry sir.”
“Sorry? Why? Can’t you introduce yourself?”
“No…I meant sorry for not wishing you sir,” I said meekly.
“Don’t worry we are here to teach you manners only, so stop apologising and start introducing.”
“Sir, Hindi or English?”
“Now that we have both on the menu, I would prefer mixed…one word Hindi and two words English. ‘Start now!’” came the order.
“Sir……”
OOPS! I made the first mistake in the first hour of the first day of the first year of my college life.
It was bad, but still better than being asked to propose to some unknown senior or worse, a tree. ‘Ragging could be anything from dancing to acting’, my friends from other colleges, who just like me, had stepped into the fascinating world of engineering, had warned me.
I started, “Mera name is Ayesha. My Papa’s name is Shree
Ranbir. I studied in Saint Xavier Vidhalaya. My ruchi (hobby) is reading, baatein karna (talking)…”
“He, he, he, he,” he jabbered.
Oh My God! Is this what’s called ragging?
