Dosa's 1st FF.... Khabi na khabi - SEE P 24 - Page 11

Pratigya assembled herself on the four poster bed in Rolly's room still outdistanced and sunk in thoughts of the mysterious stranger. She contemplated over mysterious. What was mysterious about him? The fact he turned away from her? His eyes which captivated her and she felt completely controlled by him, or the intuition of having seen him before?

Rolly walked back into the room holding 2 cups of coffee, one in each hand and lay one beside Pratigya on the bedside table and sitting down with the other near Pratigya and tearing a packet of biscuits at the same time. Pratigya observed Rolly battling the packet single handedly and consuming the contents gracefully. Rolly was graceful, and looked fragile only physically as ironically she was a strong minded individual. Adharsh's love for her never came as a surprise as his admiration for her uniqueness was plausible. Her shoulder length hair fell back as she took a swig at her coffee. She beckoned pratigya to take hers and then her eyes darted at the clock.

Krishna relaxed, the downpour from the shower felt soothing, and especially after a wearisome night his tensed muscles reposed like the sea under a warm sun. Had he over indulged in rumination? He couldn't savvy his own thoughts regarding her. Once he'd woken last night sleep restoration had been impossible. He reached for his towel and held it around his face. He wiped the water from his face, and imagined if only it was possible to obliterate her images from his mind aswell this easily which had clogged his mind uninvited. Wrapping his towel around himself he came out of the shower and walked to the closet. Krishna's passion lied in this very place consisting of his expensive attire in which he dressed with pride. He didn't just wear them, he felt embraced by them, like they were a part of him.

He fastened up the last button of his shirt and draped his jacked over his shoulders, He'd wear that later if he desired or became constrained by the weather he decided eying the clear sky from the window through the already open curtains. He checked his reflection, the mirrors of his soul looked back at him and seeing his own eyes he again remembered hers. "What was her name? She never said.. but she called me a 'Badtameez' alright". He thought aloud smiling like a Cheshire cat to himself then sauntered out.

He eyed up his motorbike parked neatly and asked Rakeshwa to clean of the excess oil spillage. At least it was back in service again today. What he had to do to contrive the purchase of this mean machine he recalled, tying back his loose shoe laces. This was his best paraphernalia, he ran his hand down it lovingly. A territory not shared with anyone else. Many people perceived Krishna as an egoistic over his sublime machine. Krishna checked his watch, he was almost running late, he needed to be at civil lines and he needed to be there now.

Picking up her handbag Pratigya left Rolly's room after her, "It's been a while since we've been to Civil lines huh Pratigya?" Checked Rolly. "It sure has been a while since Arushi's been back at home, Mummy has been struggling". Said Pratigya dismally. "Never mind we'll have a hoopla at Civil lines". Said Rolly cheerfully. Pratigya smiled.

Editors note Hero and heroine both heading towards Civil lines What's gonna happen?

Right .. I wanna ask the readers do u wanna see this story in a normal concept or a paranormal supernatural concept? Please advise.