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Originally posted by: mairaallauddin
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Update the part soon

Hey girl sure i will update the the part in Night..
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Interesting prolouge
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Now that was something..your writing style is lovely..concept is not so clear though but sounds interesting..continue soon :)

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Hey guys here i am with the Chapter 1 Of kiss a stranger. I hope you all will like it. This chapter won't have Manan as till now they have not met each other and yeah plss sorry for the language

Happy reading!

Chapter 1- The Dare]

The sky didn't look promising. Dark clouds rolled in and the smell of incoming rain was heavy in the air.

Well, this sucked.

We hurried into the Transperth train and I practically had to shove a middle-aged woman out of my way to get to a few empty seats. Mukti had just managed to secure one and, to my dismay, someone had settled down into what was supposed to be my seat right next to her.

I glared at the sinister old lady settling into my seat comfortably. Using her old, withered age to get her way and then smiling sweetly at me. The audacity! I smiled back, knowing my downcast spirit was irrational. I didn't walk five blocks in the cold so I could be standing uncomfortably among a sea of people.

It wasn't usually this busy, but that was because the Royal Concert was only on for one week a year, attracting over four hundred thousand people from all across India. Not many people drove to the Showgrounds due to lack of parking. In fact, the neighbourhoods surrounding the grounds had multiple cars parked in driveways and front yards. Residents had auctioned off their space for a sum of money to goers who wanted to use it as a parking spot. Meanwhile, the rest of us unfortunate souls resorted to public transportation and all the smells that accompanied it.

I closed my eyes and gripped the bar in front of me as a large person pressed against my back and pushed me forward to get through. I looked down at my purse and made sure it was closed. I put my phone in my jacket pocket and zipped it up, leaving a tiny hole for the cord of my earphones to slip through. It was blasting Icona Pops " I Love it " in my right ear, half drowning out the sounds of crying babies and obnoxious teens making jokes that weren't funny.

"Oh, my f**king God," Mukti yelped, pulling her earphones out of her ears. The decrepit old lady next to her snarled at her language. "I totally forgot, Nands!"

"Forgot what?"I asked, leaning forward to hear her better.

"The dare cards! I got them in my purse. We're like four days overdue."

I suppressed an annoyed grunt. I had hoped she would forget about those stupid cards we made a year ago.

"It's your turn, too!" she cackled loudly. Her mouth was wide open, revealing the white glob of gum in the corner of her mouth.

I gave her a playful slap on the face. "f**k off."

"You want to do it now?"

"Hell no!"

"You will pick one now, skank."

The glare from the elderly lady intensified as she watched the both of us swear at each other. Thankfully, we didn't have to withstand her biblical scowls any longer. She got up and hobbled out of the door at the next stop. Two of the seats were available. I slid in beside Mukti as more people stepped in. The empty seat beside me was occupied just as quickly. Facing Mukti, I could feel the warmth of someone's presence against my back.

The air was thick and swarming with all kinds of scents: colognes and hairspray, and an unpleasant musky smell that only sweaty men could expel. I shuddered and leaned into Mukti, inhaling her jacket. She smelled like lavender.

"What are you doing, you weirdo?" She nudged me back the second I settled my nose into her bleached blonde hair.

"It stinks in here, and you smell delectable," I said, mustering the creepiest voice I could while wiggling my eyebrows suggestively at her.

"f**king psycho," she muttered.

I watched her open her mammoth purse and stir the contents around in search of something. I already knew what she was looking for. I darted evil eyes at her as she took out a stack of white cards that were securely bound together by a thick blue elastic band. She had a giddy smile on her face, blowing giant bubbles of her gum. She shuffled the cards looking clearly proud for remembering.

I dreaded to think what my card was going to be. This was ironic, considering I was the idiot to come up with the dare game in the first place a year ago while we were bored one night watching reality shows. I didn't remember the show in particular but it was toting the message of living each day as if it were the last. Like usual, the sappiness found its way into my heart, and I wanted to prove myself by doing something exhilarating.

"We should dare each other to do something once every month," I'd told Mukti. "Like something crazy!" What a fool I was. Mukti, being the creative one between us, thought up the cards. We bought blank flash cards from a dollar store and conjured up dares without each other's knowledge of what was written on them. We'd take turns every month pulling out a card from the stack. Last month she was ordered to put up a video on Facebook dressed in hobo attire, pretending to snort a line of coke (it was really sugar, and it never made it to her nose) while dancing the Macarena.

Nobody appreciated the joke.

And her parents were especially unimpressed. Bunch of holier than thou snobs...

The month before that, I had to run two laps around the park beside our apartment complex in the dead of night with a Scream mask on. Naked. I was unaware of the homeless man sleeping beneath a tree until he wolf whistled at me." I like it, I like it " he whistled.

At least one of us was happy about it...

"Go on, pick one," smiled Mukti. It was her turn to wiggle her eyebrows at me.

I rested my fingers over each card that was spread out between both her hands. I lingered over one for a few moments before moving on to another.

It scared me sometimes when I thought about how the path of my life had rested solely on the card I chose. If I'd picked any other one - and, shit, I was inclined to in that moment - I wondered what path I'd have wound up in. It was fascinating that every choice, though inconsequential and minimal it might seem, could have such a drastic effect on your life. It was unfair actually. One minute you thought you were in control of your destiny and the next you were going in a different direction without stopping to take notice.

Control was an illusion. None of us had it. We pretended we did, but the choices that were made were based on the circumstances we were put in. A circumstance like a stupid dare card that gave you an act to follow - an act that had its own domino effect.

Hands shaking in adrenaline, I stopped thinking and pulled out a card. I turned it over and read it.

There were three words. Simple. Easy to understand. Yet I read the line with the three simple words over and over again. The irony... The goddamn, motherf**king irony! For some bizarre reason I wrote this damn card thinking that Mukti would be the one to pick it.

Did I mention we were drunk when we wrote them?

"Well?" Mukti 's impatience seeped out of her.

Damn you, Mukti Vardhan, for deciding that right here and now was the time to pick a card! I held it out to her and she took it. Reading it, she burst into laughter.

"Glad you find it funny," I snarled, snatching the card back.

Kiss a stranger, it said in my girly atrocious writing.

Kiss a stranger.

Kiss.

A.

Mother.

f**king.

Stranger.

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Heya guys! so how's it ? Tell me,tell me fast. I hope you all have enjoyed it. Sorry for no MaNan but i had to give this part for introduction and pls i better specify that Nandini is not a virgin in this story. I don't believe in those stereotypes

Do like and comment on it and plss silent readers comments dalo yaar warna mene gussa a jana he 😡

Love,

Frizz & Angela

Edited by angelanadar087 - 9 years ago

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FrizzAngie

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Posted: 9 years ago

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Originally posted by: Ananya_seth
Interesting prolouge
It's unique story line
Update soon
Thanks for the pm

Aww thanks dear and yeah the prologue is a bit unclear bit as you will read the story you will understand it and thanks for the comment

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Posted: 9 years ago

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Originally posted by: sonia1000
Now that was something..your writing style is lovely..concept is not so clear though but sounds interesting..continue soon :)

Aww thanks sweetie i know the prologue is not clear but as you will read the chapters you will understand the storyline and thanks for the comment