Yeah, I like it dramatic. (AR)

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Posted: 14 years ago

Chapter 1

Once again, a fist hits her cheeks and she retaliates in ultra slow motion. Everything from spit and carbon dioxide, to really bad breathe is thrown out into the atmosphere, followed by the loudest bang, and she realizes that the fat lady has finally hit the ground. She looked tired, so she might give up for the day, said her mind but her heart said something else. Rightly said that the heart is always correct, the fat lady in her blue and white sari tied around her body and tucked around her waist, and her hair tied into a ball of furry, the lady exhales like an angry bull. She sits upright in excitements and throws in a few more pop corns into her mouth, crunching them slowly.

Lady-Dara-Singh, as correctly named by her, lifts her hands in the air and pushes her fist towards the opponents face. "Ooh!" She screams in slow motion, nibbling the left over bits of popcorn, her eyes read to pop out. Lady-Dara-Singh gets her crown back finally, after the longest struggle ever witnessed-half an hour! The poor opponent, sensibly, backs out and disappears behind in the crowd. And that was it! Her daily quota of entertainment was done, for now. She's a bit (bit would be an understatement) dramatic like that. It's not blood, but drama that flows through my veins. Every bit of her life is filled with drama, as if an self-automated music system is embedded in her brains. It could be simple scene for the rest, but she could hear and visualize the drama in it. It was a disease not named yet, but who needs a cure, right?

Her ringing cell phone brings her out of her momentary trance. She picks it up to see the caller ID and lets out of the loudest of groans.

"What?" She demands angrily.

"Oh good lord! Don't tell me you forgot."

Forgot what? Nah, not my birthday, neither am I married or in a committed relationship to have an anniversary. And as far she remembers, there is no festival to be celebrated, or she probably would have realized it by now.

"Remind me." She pops in another batch of popcorn in her mouth, demanding for an explanation.

"Surprise birthday, next month, the proposal? Does that ring a bell?" Confused for a moment and shocked the next, she throws the bowl of popcorn away in slow motion and starts running around her bedroom.

"Oh shit, shit shit! Listen, I'll be there in an hour."

"Right." He mocks.

"Shut up." Saying so, she disconnects the call.

Riddhima Gupta, the damsel in distress, was throwing her best friend, Namrata, a big, huge and dramatic surprise birthday party next week. The reason it was going to be huge was because Namrata's long term boyfriend, Armaan Malik, was going to propose her the same day. Huge AND dramatic, was all Riddhima had been planning for, unlike Armaan Malik who obviously thought that she was going to overdo it.

Her cell phone rings again; Riddhima rolls her eyes.

"What?" Wreathe of smoke escapes her nostrils as she speaks this time. (Told ya she likes it dramatic)

"Happy birthday, Riddhima!" Says a young male voice, the same who had called earlier-Armaan Malik. She smiles.

Edited by -Whatever- - 14 years ago