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Sanober

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Posted: 14 years ago

Hello people

Welcome to the final VOTING ROUND of One Shots

Thank You so much people for voting in the first round of One shots. Now it's the time to post the last voting round so we can get a winner.

Rules:-

Each member can vote for 1 entry.

Refrain, from voting for your own entry/Don't ask your frnds also to vote for you..

Creating MIDS just to vote for your entry can be lead disqualification from the contest.

Do not advertise it on other forums/topics.

This time too, the voting will be conducted by the number of times one will hit the "like"button.

No new votes will be accepted after the deadline is over, which will be 17th February, 2011

Good luck to all who could make it to the final round.

ENTRIES WILL BE POSTED IN THE SECOND POST!

Edited by Sano88 - 14 years ago

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Sanober

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Posted: 14 years ago

Entry # 1

OS: Everything I do, I do it for you.

"I'm so excited about this trip to Mussoorie!" said Piya, as she got into the bus that was to take them there. She limped slowly to a seat in the front. She was still recuperating from her accident.

"Whatever. I'm tired of the yearly excursion to Mussoorie. Can't the college authorities think of a better place for a picnic?" scowled Misha. "I've been there a gazillion times."

"Well, Piya hasn't. So don't spoil it for her." Said Panchi, smacking Misha on the head.

"Besides, its not any old picnic. This year, it's a Valentines' day picnic." Said Tracker.
"Who knows? Maybe I'll find my Valentine on this picnic!" she sighed, trooping in to the bus.

"Tracker! Do you have boys on your brains' every minute of every day?" scolded Misha.

"No. I concentrate when I'm putting on my make-up." Said Tracker seriously. Everyone burst into laughter, and Tracker still looked flummoxed. Like she had no clue she'd said something funny. Angad sighed at her innocence. For the 100th time, he wondered when she would recognize his love for her as genuine. He had resolved to quit trying and just enjoy the trip, for now.

Madhu and Arnav got in to the bus as well. They were the adult chaperones for this trip, along with the Raichands, Chaand and Haseena. But of course, the Raichands would never do anything as plebeian as traveling by bus. They had chosen to drive there in their car. Abhay however, was supposed to ride the bus with them. He was late, as usual.

"Make way, make way, her highness "T" is here!" said Kabir, sketching a little mock bow at T. T just turned nose up at him. "Kabir. You are so 2010. 2011 is here baby. And you are out. Abhay is in. Wake up and smell the roses." She teetered into the bus on her 4 inch heels. T and Tracker were the only 2 girls who'd chosen fashion over comfort for a picnic, and worn mini-skirts and pencil heels.

At that moment, Abhay sauntered in to the bus. He looked forbidding, but rakishly handsome, as usual, in his black avatar with his dark shades. He went and parked himself in the empty seat next to Piya. "Sorry I'm late love." He said, putting a casual arm around her shoulders.

"Smell? The only thing I smell is something burning! Oh, that's just T, burning with jealousy!" said Misha naughtily. "Also, there's this sickly sweet, excessively jasminey scent…your perfume T! What did you do? Bathe in it?" asked Misha. By now, the bus was well on its way to Mussoorie, thus drowning out all of T's furious responses.

Madhu and Arnav were chatting quietly, while the children around them talked, laughed, and bickered boisterously. It had been an eventful 20 days or so. After Piya's dreadful accident they had all been through so much. Her recovery was a miracle that they were thankful for. The doctors had all but given up hope. But somehow, she'd made it. That the upswing in her health had coincided with Abhay's arrival had not gone unnoticed or unremarked. Piya and Abhay had been inseparable since that day. He had not left her side for a minute at the hospital. He'd even insisted on staying with her at the Dobriyal's home, while she recovered. He stayed with her all day, only leaving at night to go home and sleep. Finally his parents had given in and moved back to Dehradun. An uneasy truce had been struck between the Raichands and Dobriyals. They were civil to each other. Arnav and Madhu felt compelled to be polite to the parents of a boy who had done so much for Piya, a girl who had become part of their family.

"Oh, Misha, Panchi. I forgot to tell you girls. Shaurya called. He and Sid are meeting us at Mussoorie." Said Madhu. The reactions to this statement were comical. Misha turned pale, and Panchi purple. That Panchi hated her new boss was a fact well known to everyone. Why Misha disliked Shaurya, no one knew, except Piya. And since Abhay could read Piya's mind, he knew too.

"Why?" asked Misha.

"Why what?" asked Madhu

"Why are they joining us? Who invited them? They are too old to be in college and too young to be chaperones. Why are they coming?" she asked.

"Don't be rude Misha. It'll be fun. Don't worry aunty. I'll take good care of Shaurya." Said Tracker, tossing her hair back over her shoulders. Mish made a face at her. Panchi merely muttered rude things under her breath about Casanova bosses. They spent the rest of the trip trying to figure out how they would avoid their respective men. Tracker thought about how to impress Shaurya. Angad thought about how to impress Tracker. T thought about, well, herself. Kabir thought about his missed chance with Piya. And Piya. She slept, cheek nestled on Abhay's shoulder as he held her close. She still tired easily, and was not fully recovered from her terrible accident. Abhay had only allowed her to come on this picnic because he would be there to keep an eye on her.

They got to Mussoorie in time for lunch. After lunch at a local dhaba that the Dobriyal family loved, they went sight-seeing. Piya couldn't walk too far, so she and Abhay hung back, walking slowly, and making frequent stops. He had offered to carry her, but she thought it would be a bit much to have him carry her around the streets of Mussorrie, so she'd refused. Instead, she leaned heavily on his arm, as she hobbled around. She fell in love with a pair of long, chunky bronze earrings in one of the local shops and bought it. The shopkeeper showed her the matching necklace, in shades of bronze and white gold. She thought it looked divine, but refused to buy it as it was out of her budget. Abhay offered to buy it for her, but she wouldn't let him, saying it was too expensive for a gift. After quarrelling a little, they stopped to sit down and have ice-cream at a cozy little ice-cream store. Well, Piya ate coconut ice-cream, and Abhay watched her eat it. He, as usual, ate nothing. Piya had never been happier. As for Abhay, he had never known such a joyous, carefree day in his 200 odd years. He soaked it all up happily. Soon it was time to meet up with the others at the lake.

Most of the class was already there when they got there. Misha and Panchi looked very unhappy. Reason being that Shaurya and Sid had shown up and were annoying them quite thoroughly just by being there. They sat around in a large circle by the lake, drinking steaming hot cups of chai. Even Chaand and Haseena looked relaxed, sitting there, chatting with Madhu and Arnav.

All of a sudden a small plane came into view. It was flying pretty low and had a large banner hanging from it.

"Flying solo is no fun. Come, soar with me. Will you be mine, this Valentine-Panchi?"

"What the hell!" said Panchi. She turned pink as everyone else laughed.

"Birdie! You have a secret admirer!" said Misha.

"Shut up Misha."

"Who is it Panch? This man of yours?" asked Kabir.

"I don't know. Not the slightest clue!" said Panchi, bewildered.

"It was me!" said Sid, striding up to her and handing her a bouquet of roses. "So, will you?" he asked.

"Will I what?"

"Be my valentine?" asked Sid.

"Not in this lifetime!" she said. "The last one I picked also had an iffy moral code and that didn't work out too well. I'm not interested in being one of your women..thanks!"

Sid didn't look at all upset. "OK. But remember, I asked. Offer's always valid." He winked.

Now that Sid had asked, and been rejected, Angad felt a little better. He thought he would try his luck with Tracker again. It couldn't possibly be worse than what Panchi had just said to Sid, he thought. He went up to Tracker.

"Roses are Red
Violets are blue
To me, you'll always be Ruhi
And I'll always love you."

"I love you Ruhi. Will you be my valentine?" he asked. He couldn't hear her response in the din that followed. She threw herself into his arms, shrieking. Everybody started to clap, and even the parents looked amused.

Shaurya nudged Misha. "Isn't that sweet." He said.

"Too sweet. I need an insulin shot, I'm feeling diabetic." Said Misha.

"Sweet? You? You're anything but!" said Shaurya.

"Excuse me! Are you saying I'm not a nice person?" asked Misha.

"No. I'm saying you're not sweet." Said Shaurya. "You are badass, honest, funny, upfront, in-your-face, loyal and brave. But you are not sweet. What you are, is, what's the word.."Shaurya paused as he thought about the right word to describe Misha.

"You're spunky!" he said, relieved he'd found the right word. Apparently it wasn't the right word, because Misha strode away looking disgusted.

"What did I say? Why are you mad?" asked Shaurya.

"Spunky! Loyal! Brave! What am I? Your pet dog?" asked Misha furiously.

"No. No. My pet dog is a spaniel, not an Alsatian." deadpanned Shaurya.

"Oh! Go away." Said Misha.

"OK. OK. Sorry. I was kidding." Said Shaurya. "Can I try again?"

"Try what?" asked Misha.

"Try to tell you what I truly think about you." said Shaurya, looking at Misha in a way that made a blush creep up her cheeks. "You are Misha Dobriyal. A wonderful, caring friend, a loving sister, a scary enemy and most importantly, a beautiful girl, inside and out. You are quite lovely, Misha and you have done quite the number on me." Said Shaurya.

"Number? Me? What are you talking about?" said Misha trying to brazen it out. He pulled her close and held her hands in his. "This. This is what I'm talking about. This attraction between us. I feel it. And so do you. Lets give it a chance. Go out with me to dinner. Tomorrow work for you?" he asked looking deep into her eyes.

"Yes. OK. Dinner tomorrow. Fine." Said Misha, finally. She was pink-cheeked and couldn't look him in the eyes. But she had decided it was high time she gave him a chance. Them a chance. Enough with the games. She was ready for a relationship. She felt surprisingly excited at the thought of their dinner date. Misha Dobriyal had a date. "Has a nice ring to it!" she thought, releasing her hands from his and walking away, a big, silly grin on her face. Shaurya watched her walk away, not realizing how much his face mirrored hers. Same silly grin. Tomorrow night was going to be fun.

Unlike Tracker and Angad, Misha and Shaurya's conversation had been conducted quietly. And except Piya, no one had even noticed that Misha was blushing and grinning like an idiot. She nudged Abhay. "Isn't that sweet?"

"Yeah. Very. Misha has a crush. Don't really care." Growled Abhay. "I'm more interested in you." he said, wrapping his arms around her waist from behind.

Piya turned to face Abhay. "I have something for you" she said. She pulled out a package from her purse and handed it to him. He opened it like an eager kid. It was a gold keychain on a heavy key ring. The letters A and P were entwined together in the keychain. And there was a little key in the ring too. "What's this? The key to your heart?" joked Abhay.

"Actually, it's the key to a safety deposit box. If anything happens to me, you should be the one to open it. It has my Mom's old jewelry and some important papers, and I left you a letter in it too." Said Piya.

"But nothing will ever happen to you, so if you want to open it, you and I can do it together." Said Abhay gently.

"I know Abhay. I know. But accidents happen. And you won't always be there." Said Piya quietly.

"Have I ever not been there when you needed me? Asked Abhay.

"No." said Piya.

"I rest my case. Now, my turn. I have something for you too." Said Abhay. He handed her a little red velvet pouch. She opened it and exclaimed. "Oh Abhay! You bought it after all. You shouldn't have!" It was the necklace she had refused to let him buy. Her face suddenly fell.

"You don't like it?" he queried.

"No. Its not that. I love it." Its just!"

"Just what?" he pressed.

"Nothing. I love it." She said.

"My little liar. Here you go." He said handing her another package. She opened it and burst into tears.

"How did you know?" she cried.

"Same as usual. Read your mind. Its awfully convenient." He said, winking at her. Inside the second package lay the earrings. The ones she had returned after buying, so she could buy him the keychain. It had been hard to do it without him knowing, and she was proud she had managed. She had also suffered a tiny pang when she gave them back, because she really did love them.

"Don't ever make sacrifices for me Piya. I don't deserve them" he said, clasping the necklace around her neck. She reached up on her toes and kissed him lightly on the cheek, tears still running down her cheeks.

"Its not a sacrifice when you love someone the way I love you." she said. She threaded the earrings through her ears. "How do I look?" she asked.

"To me, you are always perfect." He said, smiling at her. "Happy Valentine's day Piya. I love you."

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Sanober

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Posted: 14 years ago

Entry # 2

The Proposal

Abhay is very excited. This is THE night. After tonight he and Pia would belong to each other, forever. Well, almost. Checking the arrangements a final time, he settles down to wait.

As Pia walks up to the entrance of the restaurant, she feels herself trembling...

Pia (to herself): Calm down Pia. You are going to meet your best friend Abhay, not the Big Bad Wolf who tried to eat up Little Red Riding Hood!!

[She opens the door, and peers into the darkened hall in surprise.]

Power cut? Inke paas generator ya inverter nahin hai kya? So weird!

[She pulls out her phone to call Abhay, when suddenly she hears him whisper. His voice seems to come from all directions.]

Abhay: Pia.

Pia (calls out): Abhay?

Abhay: Yes Pia. I'm here.

Pia: Kahaan ho tum Abhay? Please dekho mazaak mat karo. (in a slightly desperate tone) Abhay? Where are you?

Abhay (quietly): Trust me.

[Pia feels a blindfold being slipped over her eyes. Sensing that it is Abhay, she relaxes. Abhay places his right hand on her waist, and holds her left hand with his own. She tries to pull away, but he tightens his hold on her.]

Pia: Abhay..

Abhay: Shhhh.......it's ok Pia.

[He kisses the top of her head when suddenly a voice rings out from somewhere within...]

Misha: Dude!! Kissy-wissy baad men karna...yahaan mosquitoes mujhse involuntary blood donation karwa rahe hain. Lights on karo na!!

Haseena (shocked): Chaand!!!!!!! Stop that!

Tracker: Oooooooooh! Abhay, dekho tumhaare parents is umar mein romance kar rahe hain!! How romantic!

Angad: Hum bhi karenge Ruhi.. *sings*

Hum jab honge saath saal ke

Aur tum hogi pachpan ki

Bolo ki kya preet nibhaaogi tum tab bhi apne bachpan ki...

Tracker: Chheee!! Loser! Main kabhi buddhi nahin hone waali!

Haseena (angrily): Buddhi? Who buddhi? I'll tell you buddhi!!

[Suddenly Tracker starts squealing.]

Tracker: Bachaao! Bachaao! Mosquitoes!

Angad (in a warrior-like tone): Main bachaaunga tumhein Ruhi!!

[There is a sound of a slap.]

Kabir: Mujhe na humesha se pata tha tujh mein kuch gadbad hai Angad. Door reh mujhse. Bilkul door!

Angad (thoroughly confused): Abey maine kya kiya?

Kabir: That was me you kissed, you oaf!

Shaurya and T: Hawwwww!!

Misha: Hawww kyun? (sternly) Shaurya? What did you do?

Shaurya (sheepishly): Umm...Mish, where are you? I thought I was kissing you.

Angad: Dekha? Maine kuch nahin kiya!

Misha: Wait a sec guys. Agar Shaurya ne Kabir ko kiss kiya, toh T kyun haw boli?

Kabir: Yes T...bolo.

T: Woh...I kissed Shaurya.

Shaurya: I didn't get any kiss!

Panchhi: Uh-oh.

T: What?

Panchhi: I thought it's my boss.....

Misha (interestedly): Your boss kisses you?

Madhu Dobriyal (shocked): Your boss kisses you?

Arnab Dobriyal: Arey karta hai toh karne do. Tum interfere mat karo.

T: Whatever. Tacky, ugly people.

Misha: Mirror dekh liya kya T?

Tracker: Itne dark mein mirror mein dikh raha hai kya?

Misha (fondly) : Usne mirror pe torch lagaayi hai Tracker.

Tracker: Wow! Mujhe bhi dekhna hai.

Misha: Uffo...duffer!

Angad: Hey Misha..meri Ruhi ko kuch mat kaho..warna...

Misha: Warna? What warna?

[Tracker starts shoving people to get to T and her 'magic mirror', while Kabir gets caught in the middle of a fist-fight between Misha and Angad. Abhay sighs, takes off Pia's blindfold and drives her away. Suddenly, the restaurant manager comes in and switches on the lights.]

Abhay takes Pia to a lake with beautiful pink, yellow, purple and blue lotuses swaying gently in the breeze. While she is admiring the beauty of the place, he takes a small box out of his pocket and gets down on one knee.

Abhay: Pia.

Pia (not turning around): Hmm?

Abhay: Pia.

[Something in his voice makes her turn. She sees the ring in his hand and gasps.]

Abhay: I love you Pia. Will you accept me, forever?

Pia (with tears in her eyes): I love you too Abhay. I am yours, and I claim you, forever.

[He gets up, and they hug, both dreaming of a new life full of nothing but love.]

Back at the hospital, this is what the manager later writes in his journal....

Dear Diary,

I don't know what I saw. There was supposed to be an engagement party at the restaurant, but what I saw.......

There was a curly-haired girl tearing out the hair of a young man previously dressed in a black suit – by the time I reached, only some essentials and some black tatters were left.

There was a tall young man lying on the floor, on whom was standing a life-size Barbie doll. The doll was yelling at a mannequin from some designer's studio about some magic mirror. The mannequin was spraying perfume all around.

What looked like a married couple were arguing, and while the lady kept punching a shirtless lad for emphasis, the man kept telling a pretty girl to go on and have fun.

The weirdest thing is yet to come. I don't know...I can't...oh well. There was this gorgeous lady and short man dressed all in black. That isn't weird in itself....but...well, they were lying on the floor and biting any feet they could get their fangs on!!!!

I know I know...even my shrink doesn't believe me!!!!

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Sanober

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Posted: 14 years ago

Entry # 3

"Unrequited Love"

"Misha I don't want to see that jerk's face", my voice echoed through the empty hallway. Misha was walking too fast for me to catch up, and for her to hear me I spoke a little too loud.

"Just come on Piya, he is not going to eat you", she yelled just as loud.

"You never know", I said under my breath. After he insulted me like that the other day, he had the nerves to ask me to come meet him? And that too through Misha? Didn't he have the balls to call me on his own?

"Thanks Misha", I said sarcastically as we reached the back of the college near the oak tree.

"You welcome girly", she chirped her way back to where we came from.

"What the hell do you want", I folded my arms and never looked him in the eyes.

"Pia, I wanted to say something", the moment his voice his lips my heart gave in and no matter how much I tried to fight against it, it beat twice as fast against my own will.

"So the other day, it was just a trailer?" I raised my eyebrows as his eyes dropped to the floor. And right then mine fell as well with the guilt of making him feel ashamed. Nothing was going the way I wanted to. I had in my mind that I will give him a piece of me. Yeah that was happening on the outside, but inside I was nearly dying. As he took a step toward me, my heart jumped, and my cheeks burned. When he was inches way from me, he took my hands and interlocked it with his.

"Piya, I'm sorry, I said some things that I shouldn't have said", I felt his hot breath against my skin, which felt a great warmth on the cold day. My eyes directed to the floor; I dared not to look in those blue marbles of his that swept me off my feet. His fingers moved from mine to my shoulder. My bare skin created goose bumps as his touched moved to my neck. My feet were barely standing up straight. I wanted to embrace him and say that it's okay and I forgive you. But something was holding me back and it told me not to give in so easily, no matter what. Then he leaned in, he looked back up at me just in time to see the final moment of me leaning over for what would be the first kiss for me. His lips pressed clumsily onto mine. I was totally caught off guard, had no time to pucker up, to return the kiss, to do anything. It lasted for no more than a few seconds but felt like a lifetime of happiness. My whole muscle was tense free and relaxed. I felt like there were fireworks in the background. My eyes stayed close, even when his lips moved from my lips to my cheek.

"I can't love you the way you love me", his words took me back to reality. Those words burned me alive and the sparkle in my eyes turned to plain old tears. He felt those tears rolling down my cheek and hit his skin but he didn't even flinch. I wanted to walk away from there, walk away from his life, but my legs said otherwise. I couldn't budge because in a way his words made perfect sense.

"I hate you Abhay"

"I am truly sorry Piya."

He moved away from me and looked right into me. I missed his touch already.

"I can't tell you the reason or you might even already know the answer but you can't come close to me, I can't let you to come close to me."

"Why not Abhay?"

"Because your life is too important for me"

"I want you in my life Abhay, can't I have a say in this? After all it's my life too." He swiftly looked away.

"But there will be no life at all if you're with me."

"I can take care of my self", I replied, meaning every word. I had grown up my whole life taking care of myself. How could this be any different?

"It's different and you know it Piya", he replied to my thoughts, our eyes now locked.

"Fine, maybe it is, but I want to be with you, and I'm not scared of anything", I replied in more of a sharp tone.

"You have to let me go Piya, I can't go knowing that you're angry with me", his words were too soft that it made me feel bad that I had used a harsher tone.

"That thought didn't occur to you when we met the last time. If you had left then, I would have been happier"

"I couldn't leave without saying goodbye"

"Why does goodbye have to come into this?"

He didn't answer my question. I didn't bother to repeat it twice. I knew the answer; it was just that I didn't want to accept the truth.

"What if I say I don't give you the permission to leave me?" I folded my hands and chuckled quietly. He took a small step in my direction. "Nothing is going to make me change my mind this time and you know it." One more step. "Abhay stop" I was pinned on the oak tree and there was no way out for me. Then I spotted a broken glass near my foot. One last step. I took a glass and pointed it at him. He laughed at my stupidity. Without thinking twice I took the glass and before I knew it the blood was gushing from my neck.

"Piya", he yelled and took me in his arms before I could fall on the floor. He took his hanky and cleaned the blood from my wound. It wasn't a deep cut but the pain was ghastly. I never thought it would come to a point that I hurt my self, but now I was almost fainting. The only thing that was keeping me alive was Abhay's touch. He lifted me up and moments later we were in my dorm. He laid on the bed with me and I had never felt more closer to him. He had always been there with me in my worst times, and now maybe for the last time, he was still here. Abhay carefully took every piece of my hair and tied it with the hair tie by the bed side. "I have to call the doctor". Just as he was about to pick up the phone I touched his hand and he gazed at me. I looked away from his eyes and closed my brown marbles. He sat on the bed next to me and I felt his touch on my neck. It was suddenly colder than I remembered, and I shivered. He slowly rubbed his fingers up and down my neck and finally cupped his fingers into it. Abhay's lips streaked upon my wound and my pain departed to an unknown land. I clasped onto his body and he squeezed mine. Our body against each other felt like heaven that I never wanted to let go of. His tender touch on my soft skin left me bewildered for a moment, then it vanished like a beautiful dream that you could only see but couldn't hold on to it no matter how much you wanted.. Abhay Raichand and his charms always left me speechless. And when I expected the worst from him, he came and from his lips my injuries disappear. He didn't have to tell me that he was a vampire nor was I surprised of the wounds that left my body without any scars. That was the last time I saw him, his rude arrogant attitude, and his way of loving me even though he denied it the numerous times I confessed his love for me. Maithili. The one name that made his stone face melt before my eyes or even anyone's eyes for that matter. He indeed came to my life as a fairytale but the happily ever after I looked for never seemed to knock on my door. His heart always belonged to Maithili. I was aware of that fact but there was something that pulled him towards me, unfortunately I named that feeling love. It was an unrequited love.

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Sanober

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Posted: 14 years ago

Entry # 4

OS/FF( A Haunted Tale):

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1.Piya

The floor itself seemed to shake as a blinding white light enclosed me in its strange, yet somewhat familiar arms. There was nothing but white, a dazzling, pearlish glow of light. For a smidget of a second I thought I had died, and was now in heaven, but then I saw him. Abhay.

He too was dressed in stark white, opposing his usual look in white. Besides his clothes, there was something else about him that felt different, alien, to me. He wasn't the hostile, arrogant, rude person that I had first met, nor the caring, loving one who protected me when danger was near me.This was another Abhay, one whose eyes were filled with agony, an anguish I hadn't witnessed before. There was hope too, just a twinkle of it. He looked at me through a frightening, piercing gaze, as if he could see right through me. Although he was standing right there, he seemed distant. It hurt to see him like this, in pain, and I decided then, that if I there was a way I could take away that pain, I would do it. Even if it meant binding my curiosity and throwing it in the bin, even if it meant staying away from Abhay, I would, just if I could take that damn pain away.

Suddenly, he moved a step back, his eyes flaring, then turning into a deep blue, like the midnight sky. He smiled --why did it seem as if he was thirsty or hungry?-- all of the sadness gone, replaced by nothingness. His smile grew wider, into a grin, and then I gasped. His pearly fangs, yes, fangs glinted, and blood dripped onto his white shirt. I shrieked and backed away, but then he faded away before me. I tried to run, tried to escape this horrific place, but I couldn't Something was holding me down, stopping me from moving. I sank down to my knees and started sobbing. 'Piya?' 'Huh?' I looked around. No! What was this? I could have sworn that voice was my mother's. 'Mama?" There she was! I stood up but then realised that there was no point, since I still couldn't move. She hovered, slightly above me, and the look on her face was of emptiness, sadness, but not one comparable to that of Abhay's. I spread my arms, like when I used to be little and wanted her to pick me up, but she didn't move. She faded, too, just like Abhay had, leaving no trace that she had been there. I opened my mouth, but found myself unable to talk. She couldn't leave me like this, she just couldn't. The light, which had become somewhat bearable, became brighter, as if it had become angry. It felt like staring into the sun, and my eyes glazed over, forcing me to close them.

I could feel the blood getting pumped throughout my body, the slight buzzing in my ears, spots in fluorescent colours flashing in my eyes. I opened them again, and I was back in the classroom. My ears felt numb, as if I had just gone scuba diving, and everyone's faces blurred. A hand grabbed my waist, as I struggled to stay standing.

"Piya, Are you okay?" Misha, I think it was, asked, "You looks so pale..."

"As if you've seen a ghost" Angad added. Did he know how close to the truth he was? I had seen not just a ghost, but a vampire as well. I cringed as the throbbing in my head increased.

"I am fine" I rasped.

"You sure?" Kabir, who still had his hand on my waist, slid his other hand under under my arm, picked me up, and put me on the chair. Was I imagining the low growl coming from Abhay, or did he actually feel jealous? And if he did feel jealous, why did that thought send a warm ripple through me?

"Yes, I am fine" Wriggling ou of his grasp, I staggered out of the classroom after giving everyone a reassuring smile.

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2. Misha

"She's acting weird"

"She is in lo-ohve"

"With who?"

"Abhay of course"

"He's mine!"

T interrupted my chatter with Tracker. The only reason I was even talking to the fool about something this important was because there was no one else. And now this T...

"Haven't your parents taught you not to interrupt adult's conversations?" I retorted.

"Hmph!" She flicked her hand, as if I was a fly on some cake, and rolled her eyes, "You and adult conversations? Why am I even wasting my time" she purred in a excessively irritating, swanky voice.

"Whatever" I didn't want to waste my time thinking of a good comeback. She smiled victoriously--Huh? She thought she could give that awful smile just because I couldn't give a comeback this time? What about the thousand other losses of hers?-- and pranced away.

"Misha!! Look there!" Tracker patted my shoulder and pointed towards the door. Shaurya?! Oh god no!

"Tracker, I have to go, Bye"

"Mmm hmm" She was lost, drooling over Shaurya.

I tried to go, as inconspicuously as possible, but it wasn't possible, as Shaurya was standing right near the door. Damn it!

"Hi Misha"

"Uh..Hey"

"How are you?"

"Listen, I have to go. To meet someone...important. Bye!" I ran out of there, without looking at him. I presume his expression was one of confusion, so was mine. What's up with me?

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3. Madhu

What use is a mother who cannot protect her own children? What kind of wife is one that can't even stop her husband doing something against her will? Well that's me, Madhu Dobriyal! Panchi and Misha snuggled against me, and together we watched a movie, an old 80's one, of Arnab's choice. We had given up this old ritual, Friday Night Family Movie Time, we called it. Panchi's studies started to get harder; Tuitions, extra homework, etc, so we stopped trying. Today, I grabbed both of their hands and dragged them onto the bed. I told Arnab that he better come too, and he came, only because of his guilt, but he still came. He sat down beside Panchi, and handed her the popcorn.

"Hey Birdie, give me some too, other wise I will start calling you Piggy!" Misha teased, snatching the bowl from her sister.

"Shhh, look!" I pointed at the TV screen, as the hero serenaded the heroine, and I lost myself in a reverie, one with Arnab proposing to me and then me in the hospital, wheezing, pushing, as Arnab held my hand, and then we had our very first daughter. Sighing I leaned back, stroking Misha's hair. Piya was a nice girl, but if she was the one to break our family, then I would have to do something about it,

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4.Abhay

The sweet tangy liquid running down my throat, indulging my senses in an ecstasy to be found nowhere else, beside this rich, red blood. Oh! It felt like life, in all its beautiful forms, reviving me, giving me the strength to survive another few weeks.

'Abhay?' I had let my guard down during this feed, so I hadn't heard the telltale signs of someone approaching, the scent, the crunch of leaves as feet stepped on them. I felt ashamed, but it had been a while since my last feed, since I got the chance to immerse myself in bliss; a happiness that didn't last long, but was extremely fulfilling.

'Abhay!' Haseena said again, a hint of exasperation in her voice. I let the limp, once magnificent, bear fall down onto a bed of orangey-brown leaves on the muddy forest floor. It had been raining, and there was fog everywhere now.

'What's the matter? You know I don't like getting disturbed while...' I gestured towards the dead animal. Two small holes, barely visible, dotted the arch of it's neck. I had taken care not to get blood on it, but instead, it had splattered all over my shirt.

'I know..' She stepped closer and wiped something off the edge of my lip. Blood. 'You have to take care'

'I know'

'Do you? Chand stepped out from behind a tree and placed a hand casually around Haseena's waist. 'You didn't notice me'

'I did, I just didn't acknowledge you' I lied, but I didn't care. I know he didn't believe me, but still, he nodded and took of with Haseena.

I could still hear her voice ringing in my ears, 'Come home soon'

Where was home? I realised I had said that out loud, because Piya emerged from somewhere and squatted beside me, saying 'It's where you want it to be'

'Piya?'

'Abhay, I don't know what you are, for sure. But I do know who you are...' she paused.

'Who?'

'You are Abhay Raichand, my Prince charming, my knight in shining armour. You are my beloved Abhay'

'But it isn't right. You can't love me, and I can't love you'

'Love isn't about right or wrong, it's about caring so much that the rest of the world doesn't matter. No rule, no custom, can separate Love. Abhay, forget your past, for the future is far more welcoming.'

'But the past doesn't leave me, it keeps on coming back. My past haunts my present, and my future as well. I don't want it to haunt you too. Piya? Do you know what your past holds?'

'Yes' She furrows her brows together.

'All of it?'

'I am not sure. And I don't care. Abhay, to me, all that matters is you. I want to live this moment, and the ones to come!" She looks up at the sky and smiles, her face radiant, and the fog chooses this moment to clear, so that the sun's rays can dance on her face. I can't hold back anymore, I pull her into my arms. She is startled, but when I kiss her, she kisses me back. Chocolate, gulab jamun, anything goes sour, compared to this sweetness.

I will live this moment, and that is all that matters, right?

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Posted: 14 years ago

Entry # 5

LOVE ME, HATE ME?

"Just admit it, you love me." Abhay said, he had me pinned up against the door of the supply closet. How did I get in this position, oh yeah, I had to be stupid enough and write his name with mine in a heart on my page filled with doodles and then' leave it out for everyone to see. I just had to do something that stupid didn't I?

It was just another day in History; Mrs. Dasgupta was going on about something that I already knew. 'T' was looking at her nails' as usual, Kabir was fast asleep, Misha was throwing paper balls at him while Tracker looked dreamily past us staring into the future maybe' with Angad or Shaurya, I certainly didn't want to know, and Abhay Raichand was staring at the ceiling. 'What? I didn't know, or really care. I just wanted this class to end so I could rush out of this college and get home, away from him'.

Abhay is the guy who everyone wants to be with, the college heartthrob in short and most guys try to imitate him' in which they fail miserably. He keeps to himself most of the time, but he speaks sometimes but really rudely. For some reason or another, he hated me. Don't ask me why, because I really don't know why. So I pretended to hate him as well. You see, really, I'm in love with him, but he hates me, so it would be stupid to tell him I loved him. So I stuck with being the only person in all of Mount College to hate him seriously, and be the only person he hated in return.

I was doodling in my book full of all my drawings, poems, short stories, and doodles. I took it with me wherever I went. It had everything from a drawing of the small park in the centre of town, to a poem I write about my life in Dehra Dun ever since I moved here. I was working on a sketch of an iPod when a piece of paper landed on my desk. I opened it up to see his beautiful script.

I want to listen to some music, kick me when Mrs. Dasgupta starts to teach us something we don't already know. From the corner of my eyes I saw him role his eyes. 'What is his problem?' I thought and went back to my drawing.

I thought about it for a moment. I knew Abhay and I were at the same class level, it was why Mrs. Dasgupta made us made us project partners. So the idea was okay I gave him a quick nod and went back to my little piece of work. Maybe he will help me back someday. I could just wish.

Sure, but you owe me someday.

I wrote back before continuing my sketch. I had many of them, almost all of them the same, but I loved to draw them. I had one of each colour in my pencil case. Someday I would probably make a smaller sketch of a bunch of them and then colour each one of them a different colour, as if to sum up all of the other ones. Just then the piece of paper was given back to me. I finished up on the head phone I was working on before seeing what he wrote.

DEAL

His lips curbed up into a breathtaking smile and I couldn't help but look away to catch my breath. I smiled before putting the note in my back which was hanging on the back of my chair. I would get rid of it later so Mrs. Dasgupta didn't find it and get mad at Abhay. I wouldn't be that mean, I wasn't that kind of person, even if he did hate me, and I 'Hated' him.

I was now going back to my page filled with doodles when Mrs. Dasgupta started to go on about a project we would have on all of this. I gave Abhay a gentle shove before grabbing a piece of paper and writing down what was up on the board. I didn't pay attention to the fact that my doodles were out in the open for him to see. I was so busy copying down what Mrs. Dasgupta was writing that I didn't notice Abhay looking at the page I had been working on; he had always been quicker at copying down notes. I had just finished writing them down when I noticed him staring at the page; in the middle was a heart with our initials in it.

I quickly grabbed the book and shoved it in my bag along with everything else. Just as I finished up, the bell rang signalling the end of class. I quickly got up and ran out the door. I walked quickly down the hall, taking the longer way out to make sure I would avoid his locker. I was so busy worrying about what Abhay would say and hopping he didn't see what I wrote down in the middle of the page, even though I knew the chances of that happening were slim to none I hadn't factored into the question that there was a hallway connecting the two together. So when I passed by, I wasn't ready for Abhay to grab me and pull me into a nearby supply closet.

Why was I such a screw up? Oh no not a screw up; my luck was so bad that even the simplest, silliest things could get me into trouble. Yes, that would be the answer. I sighed looking towards my hands which were now pressed against the door right beside my head.

"Just admit it Pia, you love me, admit it" he said again. I was hopeless, he had me pinned up agents the door, and he was too strong for me to try and shove him out of the way. So I admitted defeat.

"Okay, I admit it; I'm in love with you. Okay? I love you. There are you happy? You have what you want, something else to bug me with and hate about me. Now let go of me and let me try and save some of my dignity and go home" I said fighting against him, trying to break free and run to Misha's home, climb up the stairs and curl up in my bed with a good book and read until it was time to start dinner.

I was so busy trying to break free of his strong grip that I didn't notice the look in his eyes. They were' I didn't know that expression. It seemed like some ancient grief he was replaying in his head. Something he had forbade me from knowing.

"Why now?" he asked suddenly taking me by surprise. I looked at him cryptically.

"Why now?" I said laughing with disbelieve. "I always loved you' you were the one who pushed me away remember?" That might have hit a spot' He wasn't looking at me but his eyes seemed to tell me he was trying something that would make me not love him' I knew that was impossible.

He was watching me intently, carefully. He placed his hands against the door on either side of my head and leaned forward, forcing me to press back against the door' again. He leaned in even closer, his face inches from mine. I had no room to run. Damn it!

"Now," he breathed, and just his smell disturbed my thought processes, "what exactly were you saying?"

"Well, um, that I-" I gulped "' I always loved you"

He fought back a smile. He was happy but his anger overpowered all his other emotions as usual. Then he bent his head down and touched his cold lips softly to the hollow at the base of my throat.

"Are you still thinking the same?" he murmured against my skin.

"Yes." I struggled to concentrate. "About ' how much I love you"

His nose drew a line up the skin of my throat to the point of my chin. His cold breath tickled my bare skin. What was he trying to do? Scare me or try to disgust me? Whatever he was doing' it was having an opposite reaction.

"And now?" His lips whispered against my jaw. Not a good sign. Stay clam don't do anything stupid to give away' 'Any normal girl would have slapped him right across the face and ran away' my conscience said, but I ignored her.

"Still love you too much" I breathed and said. His eyes were tense now' Thinking of what he would have to do next to change my mind?

He lifted his face to kiss my eyelids. "Think about it' You know that I am not a normal person'"

"No, but it doesn't matter." There was confidence in my voice. I knew he was soon going to loose. "Neither am I" I snickered and he smiled in response too. My conscience had lost the battle against my heart, she wanted this too now.

He kissed slowly down my cheek, stopping just at the corner of my mouth.

"I would only hurt you further" His lips barely brushed against my trembling lower lip.

"No," I breathed. I knew there was a second part to my brilliant defense, but I couldn't quite call it back. 'REMEMBER' I shouted in my head.

"You see," he said, his lips moving against mine. "I am a monster, and you are not as strong as you think' You can't handle me and my'" he trailed of in a sad tone, His fists clenched of that I was sure.

"No," I sighed. "I can" I said finally, my voice seemed more pleading. 'I don't want to loose you' I wanted to tell him, but I suppressed my urge.

He pulled my hands to his chest to say something' "Can you feel it? My heart beat?" he asked almost cryptically. I didn't understand what he said.

"I cant here anything" I said with an air of idiocy.

"That is the point Pia. My heart doesn't beat. Not for you, not for anyone" He was giving me double meanings and that was not fair. I was not super intelligent or a mind reader in this fact to know what he was saying.

I let out a ragged breath, and he suddenly became stiff. Strange' I mumbled.

"Try to understand what I am saying Pia' I am not good for you. I am just going to increase your problems" he pleaded.

"There is always someone meant for us Abhay and I am sure I have found mine'" I remembered Panchi's face, how she had persuaded me that what I felt for Abhay was nothing to worry about'

"I know" he said suddenly. "That is what scares me Pia. I cant handle to loose someone again." I shook my head.

"I am going nowhere I promise" he breathed and then kissed my forehead.

"You are going to be the death of me you know" I looked at him quizzically.

"When mom and dad get to know this' it is certainly going to need a lot of persuading to do' Saving you is feeling like a full time occupation nowadays." He chuckled and said.

His smile was flawless, it was the first time I had seen him smile like this' for me. I was content. My heart was light' he seemed to accept my feelings and that was all I wanted.

"I am glad" I don't know what expression I was holding but it was certainly amusing him.

"What can I say now?" I shrugged. I wanted to know what he felt for me, but I was sure this guy couldn't possibly be meant for me' he was too good to be true.

"Tell me' what are you thinking?" I asked him without thinking.

"Thinking what dangers there might be in the future, because in the hell I live in it won't be as fairy tale like as people think. Loving someone isn't that easy you know" My breathing stopped and I was sure he knew that.

He let me go and I was sure it would have been better if he didn't. He smiled knowingly and went of towards his next class I was left breathless when Misha found me. "Hey Pia, Mom and dad wants to meet you" she scrutinized me as if I was a alien. I rolled my eyes and nodded my head slightly. My head was still heavy. I couldn't imagine that happened just now.

"What happened to you?" she said with a smirk, maybe guessing' I shook my head lying. She caught me then.

"Don't try to lie, you are very bad at it' 'Sugar pie'" she said with a laugh. I didn't get her point but I just started walking. "Did he propose? Ooh ooh did he kiss you?" she tried imitating a baby tone. Something like that, I wanted to tell her, but by doing that I would officially damn myself. I thought with a smile. She smiled at me warmly and mumbled something I couldn't hear. But I was happy she understood.

"Why did your parents want to meet me?" good one Pia, I patted my back internally. Changing the topic was a good idea.

"Oh they want to talk about some orphanage they went to' said that it was important" I know I was panicking but I hid it back' with the memories of 'him'.

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Posted: 14 years ago

Entry # 6

I will be there as long as you hold me in your own memory

Life isn't fair and nor it gives a second chance, you may have heard people around you telling you this but i contradict this.
Life is fair and it gives you a chance when you don't need it
but sometimes it turns abruptly and takes you to a bed of thorns and then when you need another chance , it doesn't offers any
and nor it plays fairly '

i have seen my life getting shattered into pieces but never thought that those pieces can be repaired so that they can be broken again

I piya was sitting in the frozen grass, alone. Everyone else had gone home to stay away from the chilling temperature. But I just sat there, thinking about my life and my one and only love, abhay , and the first time I had met him, two years ago, in college.
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I have spent 19 years of my life in an orphanage after my parents passed away and my relatives thought of me as a burden and nothing else
But I never complained to god about this because I was happy serving god and church in the orphanage but those years passed so swiftly that I almost forgot that i have to leave
i was thrown out into the cruel world without any protection but i accepted my fate happily because i know that my leaving the orphanage will let another soul to have few moments of happiness there serving the god.

The first few weeks were a struggle but finally i managed to get a scholarship in mount college ,Dehradun and that's where my life took an abrupt turn , there I got the light which i was searching all this years
my first day which was almost a nightmare when the head boy Danish Singh teased and humiliated me, but it suddenly changed into a beautiful dream when i saw him!

All of us have had the experience of a sudden joy that came when nothing in the world had forewarned us of its coming and he was such a joy in my life, a joy so thrilling that if it was born of misery i remembered even the misery with tenderness'.

That day for the first time I felt i was protected and someone was there to stand by me in my need, i was on a roller coaster ride of emotions, first angry, then sad and humiliated but when he came and stood in front of me like a wall between me and the world it was different, something i have never experienced '
Still when i think about his first words to me it brings shiver down my spine, it feels like a cold wind has been whispered around my ears and all my tensions has gone away

"Don't worry, just move on"

And i moved on, i moved on to a new path of desires and love

In That first meeting i didn't got to know anything about him, not even his name because i was too scared to ask anybody but i knew one thing from the first time i met him , yes i was madly in love with him from the first sight '.

In the next few days i didn't even got a glance of him but i made another friend- misha and from her and all her friends i got to know his name 'ABHAY RAYCHAND
He belonged to a high status family and she can see that almost every girl in the college was madly infatuated by him

It took me a whole week to meet him the second time and this time i got a chance to talk to him
i was walking through the courtyard with an umbrella in one hand and text books in other and i was hardly trying to balance them when a figure collided with me
His dark damp hair was falling on his forehead and his eyes were cast down on the pavement and i can see he was soaked clear through his bones
my heart sank seeing him all wet and i blocked his path holding the umbrella on him
and it caught his attention and he looked towards me
his eyes were warm chocolate browned color with dark thick eyelashes and when it stared at me my heart did a summersault , and my air deprived brain can only think about him and his resemblance to greek gods , he was perfect
i was so busy at checking him out that i even forgot that we were standing in the rain getting all soaked up but he always cared about everything and he was the one to get me out of my trance
"hey the first day girl right

my lips were trembling but still i made them to reply him because i didn't wanted to loose the opportunity to talk
"piya i am piya

" nice name and i am abhay , ahh well sorry i kind of got you unbalanced and see now you are all soaked , well if you don't mind we can go to the canteen to have some coffee"

He said those words so simply but i was shaking inside , didn't know what it was , the cold , nervousness or excitement to be alone with him but i managed to nod and we both went towards the canteen and that's when our relationship began '.
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I was still sitting on the cold grass thinking about my life and him ,when a hand on my shoulder caught my attention
Misha , it was misha behind me

Misha" piya please lets go home , it soo cold you will be sick

Piya : you go misha , let me be alone I will come later

Misha: I know I have said it before , but piya he is gone , he cant come back , move on

Priya : I cant move on , you don't understand misha

Misha: then make me understand

Priya : you will , when you will get someone to love in your life

Misha: don't do this to yourself

Priya : go home , I will be there later and if I don't be there you know where to find me

Misha nodded and left me alone to cope with the situation
As the footsteps faded away , i moved her attention back to the headstone

Abhay raychand
26 december 1990 to 28 january 2010
A loving son , friend and fiance

Yes he was my love , my soul, my fiance and everyone wants me to forget him and move on , i cant , i cant , because I am guilty , i should have never loved him because everyone I loved has to go away from me and its due to my unluckiness he has to go away from me , from every one 'i can still see the day in my mind when he proposed me and finally they got engaged
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He was on his knees infront of the whole college , and every girl was wishing to be in my place
He sat there with his eyes cast down infront of me and spoke
"piya I don't know how to flatter , I don't know how to say , I don't know what it is that's making me go crazy but I know one thing and that is I am mad about you , I can see you everywhere , in all my thoughts , I cant pass my day without thinking about you , and if you think this is what you call as love then I should say I love you , so will you marry me piya"
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It was as if in a second all my life changed , I don't remember myself saying yes but then I should have said it because next instance I was in his arms and there were loud shouting and praising noises all around us
Life gave me another chance to live , I met his parents and mr and mrs raychand were the most down to earth people I ever met in my life
I was living the second chance

But again in a moment all my happiness was taken away when I got the call from the hospital about his car accident, he was fighting between life and death
I wanted a chance badly to live again with him , but I didn't got any
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I still remember sitting beside him holding his hand for the last few moments of his life
Doctors declared that he has only got few moments and he was conscious and was smiling at me as if giving me assurance
I remember his cold fingers brushing against my cheek trying to wipe away my tear
And then he spoke his last few words
" I will be there as long as you can hold me in your memory , I will not leave you"
''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''.
Infront of my eyes his body was taken for his last rituals and all I can do was stare
The light I was seeing was gone again and I was alone in the darkness , I can see mr and mrs raychand cry but I cant go to them because I don't want to be beside them , because I am unlucky , I cant loose someone about whom I care and most importantly about whom he cared
Today it's a whole year since I have lost him but I cant move ahead because I wont , I will hold him with me , in my soul , in my memory as long as I will live , and I will live because if I will live then he will also live with me '
I can still feel the cold shiver down my spine when I think about him , It feels as if the breeze is whispering in my ear as if he is whispering in my ear "I am there , because you are there , hold on to me piya and I will be always there whenever you want me"
And i will always want him and he is never going to leave me , abhay will stay with piya forever