If Only You Saw Me (1) - Page 2

Originally posted by: Sheen-Coolkiwi

Maine toh Pehle hi kaha tha It's Awesome 😉

Originally posted by: TheBrat

Lo Zarin I tyaaged the first place cuz I already read the story na, so thought why not give u the pleasure of being first. Ja bacha apni zindagi jee le :P

Ps: Another title that stuck my slow brain:
If only you saw me
Eeks cheesyyy

I can't find words for appraisal again Maryam
I hope yew know my feelings after this 😉

As the classes ended for the day, I headed towards the bus stop. It was a beautiful evening as streaks of pink and blue adorned the skies. Although my heart was heavy I made it a point to smile at my classmates as I left for the hostel. I looked over to the crowd which was happily making plans to grab some golgappas. They all thought me quiet and the one who I thought about never noticed me. Today again he was reading a book as I passed by him. I tried not to think about him as if that was possible.

As I waited for the bus I noticed the tag of boys who usually tried to hang around me. I sighed knowing that the usual efforts to try to talk to me were going to start. As the bus pulled up, I was again subject to them trying to take a seat closest to me. I usually sat on the women's bench just to avoid their nonsense and luckily there was an aged lady already sitting there.

The bus had just started its trek when it stopped abruptly and someone came aboard. My skin tingled as I recognized his presence immediately. I tried to talk my mind out of it. He is the heir to the Khurana fortune. Why will he come onto your rickety bus? It took every effort in my mind and body not to turn to see if it was indeed him. Besides he is as unreachable as the sky; stop thinking about him, my mind admonished. He is practically the city's most eligible bachelor and you are a small time village girl who has to go back to her village once you graduate.

Daarji has built a school there and you are supposed to teach there in a few weeks. That was the only reason you got to come to Delhi's most prestigious schools to study in the first place. Your life has a preset path on which your family wants you to walk. You don't have the luxury of dreams. I resolutely turned my thoughts to my notebooks as I opened one of them to gaze at the pages thoughtlessly.

My pulses started hammering as I felt his presence by my seat. The smell of his cologne had my heart thundering out of my chest. The college boys had noticed him and started asking him what he was doing here. He said something about his car, overheated, something else, my thundering heart would not let me focus on his words. I snuck a glance in his direction and noticed his beautiful fingers clutching a parcel. It looked like a present of sorts. Something pink. Maybe for a girlfriend. I noticed that my stop was near and silently I slid past the still talking crowd and exited the bus. Why did I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders all of a sudden?

For Mariam: hope you enjoyed the continuation...

Originally posted by: Koolsmile

I can't find words for appraisal again Maryam
I hope yew know my feelings after this 😉

Originally posted by: mayyo13

You being here is more than enough for me!🤗

Tu ne jo na kaha, maine sun liya, sun liya!😆

🤗
😆

Originally posted by: had2bu

As the classes ended for the day, I headed towards the bus stop. It was a beautiful evening as streaks of pink and blue adorned the skies. Although my heart was heavy I made it a point to smile at my classmates as I left for the hostel. I looked over to the crowd which was happily making plans to grab some golgappas. They all thought me quiet and the one who I thought about never noticed me. Today again he was reading a book as I passed by him. I tried not to think about him as if that was possible.

As I waited for the bus I noticed the tag of boys who usually tried to hang around me. I sighed knowing that the usual efforts to try to talk to me were going to start. As the bus pulled up, I was again subject to them trying to take a seat closest to me. I usually sat on the women's bench just to avoid their nonsense and luckily there was an aged lady already sitting there.

The bus had just started its trek when it stopped abruptly and someone came aboard. My skin tingled as I recognized his presence immediately. I tried to talk my mind out of it. He is the heir to the Khurana fortune. Why will he come onto your rickety bus? It took every effort in my mind and body not to turn to see if it was indeed him. Besides he is as unreachable as the sky; stop thinking about him, my mind admonished. He is practically the city's most eligible bachelor and you are a small time village girl who has to go back to her village once you graduate.

Daarji has built a school there and you are supposed to teach there in a few weeks. That was the only reason you got to come to Delhi's most prestigious schools to study in the first place. Your life has a preset path on which your family wants you to walk. You don't have the luxury of dreams. I resolutely turned my thoughts to my notebooks as I opened one of them to gaze at the pages thoughtlessly.

My pulses started hammering as I felt his presence by my seat. The smell of his cologne had my heart thundering out of my chest. The college boys had noticed him and started asking him what he was doing here. He said something about his car, overheated, something else, my thundering heart would not let me focus on his words. I snuck a glance in his direction and noticed his beautiful fingers clutching a parcel. It looked like a present of sorts. Something pink. Maybe for a girlfriend. I noticed that my stop was near and silently I slid past the still talking crowd and exited the bus. Why did I feel the weight of the world on my shoulders all of a sudden?

For Mariam: hope you enjoyed the continuation...

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PS: Had2bu : Aammmaazzing! Now I am going to stalk this thread. Bloody hell where are these talented writers hiding all these days?

Beautiful Avi 😃
👏
Thanx to Maryam, v got to read yew 😃

Originally posted by: TheBrat

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PS: Had2bu : Aammmaazzing! Now I am going to stalk this thread. Bloody hell where are these talented writers hiding all these days?