FF: Keeping the moon... END PART- Pg 77

The wedding day, suppose to be one of the best days in a girl's life, turned into her worst?  How does it happen?  It happens if the man you are about to marry, is in love with someone else and you know it, but can't do anything about it.  How it happened to me, you ask…  Well to answer that we will have to start from the very beginning.  I will have to take you back into time.  So if you are ready fasten your seat belts and hold tight…

We are breaking all barriers of logic and science, as we travel back through space and time… whoooosshhhhh….whoooooshhhhh… Okay okay, I'll cut out the sound effects, I think you get enough sound effects anyways with a certain someone's k-shows… 😉

Okay so here we are.  There I am wrapped in a tiny little baby pink blanket, giggling.  Don't I look so cute, cuddly and beautiful?  I always knew I was special.  I am just so cute; all the baby boys are looking at me.  Wait a minute; those are not my parents?  Why are they picking me up?  Oh opps, I am actually the baby beside the cute baby.  *Insert nervous laugh here*.  Let's just fast-forward this part, who cares about a bunch of babies anyways.  Ok so here we are, aww, my father is looking at my report card, and he looks so proud his eyes are welling up with tears of joy.  Oh, he is bending down to kiss me.  Wait a minute!  That is my younger sister Kaya!  It's not my report card he is holding.  *Ahem* fast-forward.  There I am setting up a prank, and then falling for it myself.  Right.  Fast-forward.  Hey look I am getting an award on sports day!  Let's get a closer look on the trophy and see what I got it for.  "A special award for effort, (for coming last in four races consecutively)".   Okay, that's it.  Fast forward, fast forward, fast forward. 

Aha!  Stop!  We are finally here!  My college.  And look there I am.  What?  You can't see me?  Okay, you see that girl with the lovely long hair, the beautiful glowing skin, the perfectly manicured hands, and the perfect make-up on her face.  Yes!  Yes, the girl with the name-brand clothes.  Okay now look to her left; you will see a girl with a funky hair-style, with blue and pink highlights in her hair, black nail polish on her finger nails, neon pink t-shirt.  Yes! Yes, her, the one who has heavy eye-liner on.  Look directly in front of her.  There I am.  Which one?  Come on guys, the one with her hair high in a short little pony tail?  A white t-shirt with different paints smeared all over, with a red long sleeve shirt underneath?   Blue jean ripped at the knees, and not because I bought them that way, just because they are my favourite pair and I wear them so much.  There is rip on the jeans at the back as well, but it is has been stitched back, with a pink cloth, cut into the shape of heart.  You see me!  Finally! 

So here we are in my college, I am doing fashion designing by the way.  Can't tell from my clothes!  You can't!  Well I am still a student okay, learning.  And I am only in first year, lot more to learn.  Anyways…  Oh! By the way the two girls that I told you about earlier that were walking slightly behind me are my two best friends.  Geets and Jits.  Well that is what I call them; their real names are Geetanjali, the one with the long hair and Jitendra, the one with the short hair.  Yes, Jitendra, you heard right.  Don't know what her parents were thinking giving their daughter a boy's name, but it happens. 

Now you must be thinking why you are here at my college, because in about five seconds you will see a big black car roll into the college, the door of the car will open and a most dashing and a bit too good looking guy will step out of it.  Five, four, three, two, one…  There he is.  There he is stepping out, taking off his sunglasses, and acting like he owns the college.  Gosh, he is already getting on my nerves; I mean could he be anymore perfect with his good looks and all.  Annoying! Now, you must be wondering, why I am talking about him.  Oh by the way his name is Shiv, Shiv Kapoor.  Son of a really big business man, hence their family is very rich.  All the girl's in my college day-dream about him… blah blah blah …same old story of the rich brat.  Do I have a crush on him, you are asking?  Ha!  No way!  I mean, of course I can't deny his good looks or that he is just so dreamy….. *sigh* …but to like him! No way!  Never!  We both live in completely different worlds, which will never meet.  At least that is what I used to think.