Hi everyone, so I've started another SS. Please give it a read and let me know what you think. Thanks. Ok, so now here's the prologue. Go read it and I'll see you at the bottom of the page.
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Childhood Romance
Prologue
I was the spunky tomboyish girl who lived next door. I was a little awkward with my pimple-filled face. I hated my angular build and my wide lips and wished to be like the petite belles in my class. But I never cared about what people thought about me. Though I know they are right, but I hardly give it a damn. The only thing I had going for me was my sharp-witted tongue.
I have lived here, in London since I was three or four. I am an Indian by birth but brought up in London. Sometimes, I feel blessed to get the British nationality that fast. I was not like the girls you saw here in London - wearing short clothes and changing boyfriends as weeks pass. In fact, I hate this boyfriend talk. But everything changed the day The Singhania's moved into our neighborhood.
Reyaansh Singhania, the only son of Ranvijay uncle and his wife was the handsome kid with a quirky laugh. I noticed him immediately. He was tall, handsome and even hot. If he would enter our school, I'm sure girls would go lalala over him. But the question was that what is happening to me? Why am I so affected by all this? He wasn't like my elder brother's spoilt teenagers who harassed each other with boasts of manly exploits that was at best a figment of their imagination. Rather, he was a boy who seemed emotionally secure, in spite of his ineptness at making conversation with younger girls like me.
And then mom told me that he was joining my school. Well I was happy at first after all now I would be seeing more of him. His peculiar laugh always left me week in the knees. He was cute and that classy pout of his had me go to my dreamland. I was twelve at that time and he was around thirteen or fourteen. Unlike me he was handsome and had the body build of a wrestler. To my hard luck, he was my elder brother's classmate.
I got to know a lot about him through my brother. Plus the schools are famous for gossips. In the school, he had no airs about him. My mother and brother always used to talk about him and say that they would have him teach me good manners as I was a temperamental child.
At twelve, my classmates were beginning to experiment with playing boyfriend-girlfriend roles, and for some reason, the idea irked me. Becoming a girlfriend - romance, flowers, and love poems - irritated me to no end. Why become a girlfriend, shackled to some brainless guy when I could live an independent life, free to roam and explore the world without anyone telling me how to live, how to eat and how to talk?
But like I said earlier, the moving in of the Singhania's changed everything. I met Rey and knew what a crush felt like. The need to get close to him became an obsession. Girls in his class milled around him, for he had an attentive look that could make any girl feel special. Dopey-eyed, I too followed him all around school. When I knew I had competition from other girls, I began to stalk him at every opportunity I got so he would know of my existence. Even then, I doubt if he ever really noticed me. At best, he tolerated me like a bothersome little fly that he didn't know what to do with. The only time I truly caught his attention was when I told him about my plans to become a dancer and bring out the importance of Indian dance, here in abroad. Being an Indian, he always understood my emotions.
Soon, my brother began to tease me about my crush. "Rey's girlfriend," he'd say, hoping to irritate me with the G-word. But really, I could care less. Although he was fluent in his conversation with everyone else, Rey never really spoke to me during my private moments with him. I did all the talking, while he listened distractedly, drawing some sort of diagrams and crumpling up pieces of paper with a furious passion that left me breathless.
Now when I think about those days, I feel those were the best days of my life. Small glances of him, blushing all day, smiling without knowing. Aah, it was the fun time, the best time.
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PS - Okay I know it was a bit long than my usual's but I wanted to get the story started. Please let me know what you think and if I should continue. I don't this one's going to be long. Approximately 10 parts at its maximum. I'll judge according to the response I get. If you'd like a PM for this one please let me know. I am working on Heart, Strike Back and will be posting that next. Probably Thursday sometime. Thanks for all your support with my other FF's. I hope you like this one just as much. Take care and please do comment.
PPS - I would take this opportunity to thank my Vaishu madam for if it wasn't for her, I would've never posted this one. Thanks di for reviewing this one and telling my how to go on with this.
PPPS - I do not plan to send out the PMs for the Prologue as I'll be making a new PM list for this one. Because I'm not happy with my KR Readers. The response I'm getting after sending 220+ PMs is really low. So, I decided to make a new list all together. Hope to see a better response this time.
PPPS - I plan on giving regular updates for this one. Maybe like once in a week. Tell me what do you think about it! :P
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