One Charm Forever.(Fic)Last Part Pg53

Ok.. I was suposed to write a novel in French on l'amour (love).. and then my English teacher wanted it because she liked it.. so i translated it into English. SPecial thanks to my friend Ashley who suggested that the English name of the main character should be Ash.. which gave me the idea of changing into a Remix fan-fic.. with Ashi. so i am posting it here, and please tell me if it is bad i will discontinue. dont hesitate please!

One Charm Forever

Part 1

"Tell me, tell me that your sweet love hasn't died
Give me, give me one more chance to keep you satisfied, satisfied

Little things I should have said and done
I just never took the time
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind
You were always on my mind"

--Willie Nelson

"Ok, so for tomorrow, I want everybody to write an essay on 'my favorite person' along with physical and moral description. By now you should be knowing enough French to write an essay. That's it! Class dismissed." Said the instructor of the French beginning course in Alliance Franaise.

She snapped out of her fantasy.. of the song she was humming.. She forgot that she was in a French Tutorial class learning, but what to do? Her mind was always drifting away.. for a very special reason..

She was going to Paris the day after tomorrow. And it was mandatory for her to have a knowledge of French for her job. She was being promoted there as the Assistant Production Manager. "I have no clue what to write for the essay. I don't know French at all even now. I should be ashamed of myself. Anyway, I will start with English, I guess." She thought frustrated.

My favorite person.

My favorite person is indescribable. His eyes were meaningful. When they glanced at you, it was as if you could see the whole world reflected there. They had such a meaning, a strength, a passion, and a durability that I could look at them for years. They have a gist for life which was unbelievable and his deeply opinionated voice went perfectly with them. He always stood for justice, for the right, and for preserving the right. He was lawful, loyal, and it was ever impossible to sum him up in one word. He had strong, warm hands which had an amazing reassurance and you could feel as if they would protect you from everything.. forever! He was just unique.. the way he came into my life suddenly, and the way he just evaporated. The blissful way he made me elated, and the agonizing pain his disappearance gives me. My love for him was and still is unsurpassed. In short, he was a total psycho.

comments ? ! please tell me if i left some parts under the french characters..

Beautiful shreyasi! 👏

Don't dare think of discontinuing dear! 😛 bcoz its veyr good! 👏 👏 👏

i loved the poem in the beginning and the last part esp. 😛

brilliant shreyasi 👏 👏 👏...loved it....dunno if I would be able to read it regularly since exams r approaching.....but after that will surely read the whole fic

and plz dont even think of discontinuing.....anything with ashi has to be gr8 and I surely gonna read it 😃

and lolz...shreyasi......even I am learning from some alliance francais book😉
Its called something like: En Echanges (an exchange)

its awesum shreyasi....beautiful... 👏

It's really awesome Shreyasi 👏 Don't you dare think of discontinuing it. Me too know a bit of french.

itl be fun 😆 exactly!!!! you continue this and fast ok?????
its very good.write somethin in french. 😆 😆

its awesome.v. well-written.i'll give u a prize for this.plz continue ASAP

Part 2

She couldn't help but smile at what she just wrote. Not only could she never translate that into French, she knew she never would. If she could, she would frame it and put it up on her bedroom wall. She looked lovingly at the picture she always carried.. it was written 'Psycho and Wacko'.

She opened the door.. she wanted to take a walk. Her last two days in India should be special.. days she should never forget. Yet she had one feeling of repentance..she wished she could meet her "Favorite Person". She hadn't seen him in almost eight years and still he was always there..with heavy curls, longish hair, and a guitar.

"Arrey, look where you are going. Don't you know the manners of the road. By the way.. aap thik toh hai na?"

"Yeah, I'm fine. Sorry.. woh main kuch soch rahi thi.. sorry again haan.."

"Its ok.. Tia forgives you"

"Tia, Timbo!"

"Anvesha.. kaisi ho? So sorry if tia was rude.. actually tia was in a hurry.. that's why"

"Hey Bhaggu! I can't believe my eyes. Tia is so kind and considerate.. that too with Anvesha Banerjee Ray. Hey Bhaggu! Anyway Timbo batao.. how are you? How is Thakur?"

"Ranveer is fine Ashi. But he is in a business trip to Europe for two months. Tia is really lonely without him."

" That is very clear from your face.. pata hai timbo.. tum donon ka naya reincarnation hona chahiye.. this century's laila and majnu!!! Romeo and Juliet!! Othello and Desdemona!! Hey Bhaggu!"

"Ashi..apni tacky jokes band karo.. by the way tia has to go now.. see you around..Bye!"

"Bye Tim-tim-timbet"

Kaash.. I just wish this was him instead of Tia. It would have been so romantic..

But does he love me any more? Of course he doesn't. I just hope wherever he is.. he is safe.. and fine and that one day our love will come together. We will love again. I am sure of that.

" You have received one new message"

her mobile screen blinked as she was packing her bags the next day.

It was from Tia. 'Call me as soon as you can'

"What is it timbo"

"Ashi..Ashi I just got an email from Yuvi. He is currently in Paris."