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Hello people. I am back with a sappy story. I thought to take a break from overdosed pain-filled sagas. Hope you will like this.
Constructive criticism is always welcome!
"You are ugly "the ten year old boy screamed in her face .
Her eyes instantly filled up with tears as she pushed the boy away ,to run away from the disaster struck scene .
She ran as fast as she could towards the threshold of her room .The door bolted open as she stepped inside the bedroom. Not wanting to deal with the anxious call outs by her parents , she turned towards the door to lock it away. Sliding down against the wall ,she contemplated over the unfortunate happenings of the day ;which again filled up her eyes with angry tears. .Her reverie broke when a pen and a diary kept over the mahogany table drawer came into her sight.Wiping away the tears from the back of her hand , she walked towards the table and turned the pages of the diary.
Overcome with grief, she took the pen and wrote in crooked letters
Dear diary ,
I m ugly .
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After 12 years ,Mumbai
There he was, sitting with the popular bunch of people , glancing at regular intervals towards his MacBook. If only he knew that unknowingly he was the reason of someone's distress.
Maan Singh khurana, the sole heir of multi- billion -dollar company was epitome of excellence .He had looks, money and a killer attitude which made girls swoon over him. But these were not the reason for Geet's romantic inclinations towards him . Her reason were way beyond this pettiness.
Three years ago
It was a just an ordinary day for the inhabitants of Mumbai. The pitter- patter of rain against the bumpy roads was soothing to hear for those ,who were intelligent enough to carry an umbrella. Unfortunately, Geet was among the few who were bereft of this privilege . Her inmost was busy chiding her for not listening to her mother's once delusional now true prognosis regarding the weather .
Maybe, she contemplated rain had conspired to teach her a lesson for not paying attention to the minute details her mother pointed out this very morning. Determined to somehow save herself from the impending scoldings ,she decided to cover her head with her favorite embroidery dupatta .
She walked past the library and started descending down the stairs in a hasty manner to save herself from the wrath of the rain, unfortunately she skipped a step and slipped down the greasy stairs only to fall flat on her face. The scene was so comical that instead of helping her the ever enthusiastic witnesses were guffawing loudly.
Luck was definately up to its own mischief, she concluded. The fall was so hard that she could literally see stars in front of her eyes. After her unwanted tryst with the rotating world came to a halt , her eyes focussed on a figure which was looming in front of her with worried dark brown eyes.
I m in heaven !
She finally came out of her beguiled star struck world and transformed her bare minimum energies towards admiring the charming stranger .The beautiful stranger offered her his hand which she gladly grabbed
My Prince Charming moment she mused
"Are you alright ? "The Greek god bestowed her with his sweet concern.
Like a hysterical fool ,she switched to her 'Yoda from star wars' mode and blurted out
"Sore my butt says thank you "
The beautiful stranger looked at her with astonishing disbelief and then his lip twitched in mirth as he replied
"Yoda, Please convey my message to your sore butt that Maan Singh khurana is honored to help it."
After saying his last greeting to her behind, he walked away chuckling to himself but not before gifting Geet with one of the many hidden skeleton ,which will be soon possessed by her very own overflowing embarrassing graveyard.
This vibrant cum embarrassing incident marked the dawn of Geet's unattainable affections towards certain Khurana.
Her memories came to an abrupt halt
when she saw Sasha leaning suggestively over Maan's arm with her sultry look.
Damn! Of course Maan will prefer someone as prepossessing as Sasha! She thought .
You can't hold a candle to Sasha in that department. Her inmost mocked her .
Geet always knew that she was not considered exceptionally pretty; with her Raven black hair and ordinary face ,she never dared to classify herself as a beauty. The agonizing memories of her childhood had long clouded her perception about beauty. She knew for a fact that Maan Singh Khurana was way out of her league and she could never be his ideal woman .So, she settled for something which was available.
Admire him from afar .
"Geet,when will you stop with this torturing routine for yours? "
Geet turned around to look at her best friend Meera . Their friendship go long way back .Meera was aware of Geet's delusional notions about beauty, she tried so hard to help her friend to cross over that bridge but never succeeded. Meera hated this pitiful side of her best friend but she had no clue how to make Geet realize that what a wonderful person she is. She also knew about Geet's fixation with Maan Singh Khurana and how much pain it brought.
"Torturing! Who is torturing ? Is Yash acting up again .Should I fix him up for you Meer?" Geet said cheekily in order to stir the conversation in other direction .
"Missy, I m not buying that bull at all. Get up, we have a class to attend "said Meera
Casting a side long gaze towards Maan and evil Sasha .
She sighed and took off with Meera .
May be Meera is right, this has to end.
She made a determined resolution .
In her deep rumination she failed to notice a pair of brown eyes which were staring right back at her .
**~**~**~**
"Miss Geet Handa! "
Geet looked up from her notebook to meet the angry eyes of the professor, he looked like an ancient chinese Dragon who was breathing fire minus the scales and tail piped her inner voice.
"Your assignments are incomplete and they are not up to the mark too, I never expected such dreadful things from a brilliant student like you .I hope you realize how important these assignments are for your internals." The professor reprimanded her.
"Yes, Sir "Geet meekly responded.
"Please ,coordinate with Maan Khurana. He will guide you further..."
The moment professor uttered his name Geet turned deaf to professor's latter words.
No !
Her insides screamed like a banshee. Facing Maan after the incident' that took place three years ago was suppose to be all about chic,cliched falls , rains but having a egg on her face was the worst scenario ever.
As the class ended, with very heavy feet she summoned all her courage and walked towards Maan ,who was busy arranging his stationery and books in the bag.
She tried to say hello but it came out like chipmunks were having a 'bad throat' day .
Her analogies were abandoned the moment she saw Maan walking towards the door. She rushed towards him and began
"Hello Maan, I m Geet Handa. I hope, I will not disturb your schedule with my cumbersome ways".
She tried to strike a conversation but awkwardly trailed off when Maan stiffened his gait .
Seeing the obvious lack of response, She decided to retreat with her left over dignity. As soon as her hand reached towards the handle of the door , a warm hand firmly grabbed her elbow and swung her around .
"Hello, Yoda . It's nice to see you too."
A/N- Over to you readers. This was the first installment of the story. Hope you will come for more. I m posting it without proofreading hence apologies in advance for the blunders.
PS - I have changed my username from
cumberben to MrsBenedict.Do add, the username for pm
PPS - In case you are wondering who on . earth is YODA , then this is for you
Yoda is a fictional character in the Star Wars franchise created by George Lucas, first appearing in the 1980 film The Empire Strikes Back.
(source -Wikipedia)
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