A love story
As soon as I reached the class I saw Kabir get up from his seat and come towards me. His eyes were red and swollen. Could he be drunk, I thought. We were still not talking! Watching him charge at me, like a bull in a rodeo, made me a bit nervous and I looked around desperate for some help. Someone tapped my arm. I turned around. It was Harish. I thanked my lucky stars, as I noticed Kabir walking the other way now. Harish and Kabir were never ever on talking terms. “Hello beautiful! You look positively delightful.” Harish murmured in my ears. I blushed little and gave him my most charming smile. He linked my arms in his and we sat together for another boring physics lecture. I tried to not look back to where Kabir sat, but somehow I could feel his eyes on me and that was not helping. Harish cracked a joke at which no one laughed and I wondered where I had gone wrong. As soon as the lecture got over I ran over to the bathroom, had to make my hair proper! This time Kabir caught my arm and pulled me in an empty classroom. “What’s your problem dude?” I yelled angrily. But he did not say anything. Just pulled me to him and looked deep in my eyes. My heart was pounding like crazy and I knew no one could make me feel so lost yet so wonderful. His angry face was suddenly full of warmth and his eyes were showering me with affection.
I tried to look away; this boy was too much for me, but he held on. Without breaking his gaze, he whispered “You know I like you so much and I know you have something for me too then why the hell do you keep running away?” “I don’t like you’ I replied, my gaze flickered between his mesmerizing eyes and moistened lips. “Why do you lie?” he asked looking perplexed. Now my heart was melting in my mouth! He was so damn handsome.
I struggled to break free from his hold and before I could go on with it, he left me! I looked at him quite puzzled. “It is still your choice baby. Either walk into my arms or walk out of this room.” He answered, leaning on the wall, looking uber cool.
I had made my decision long before he had finished talking. Well, I did like him! I smiled out my acceptance and within seconds I was in his arms. Finally, after so much fighting, arguing, and bickering we started on our quest of love.
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6 comments:
woman stop reading mills and boons!
Having said that you are still a good writer and I love you :)
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i have to agree with Carol that you are a good writer. But you are wasting it on Love Stories!
:P
You, I am sure, can do much better...! :D
i like it nonetheless....it dosent matter if its a love story. it brings back memories of some good old days in the train...reading or formulating stories. u got talent gal.
thanks nattu!
Few are blessed to have read your words, even fewer to have heard your words. I count it a great blessing to have read and heard your words because it does make one think of something we most normally forget ... Love.
I love raining words.
WOW! I am overwhelmed!
\m/
Thanks blessed friend!
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