-Nitya's OS Gallery. updated pg.18 [1/16] - Page 2

-By Chance

'Knock-knock'

"Come in" Khanak said while changing from casuals into the beautiful saree gifted by her mom. "Mom, can you please let me stay at home? I don't know why you make me go to those boring parties!" the 22 year old Khanak was whining like a 5 year old being forced to go to school. Khanak was more of a stay-home person; she loved to read and was of a unique character. While the rest of her friends would go to a party or a club, Khanak would much rather stay home with a stack of movies or a nice novel to read. She loves playing in the rain and can stand in it forever if she could. While everyone else liked fast and hip-hop music, Khanak liked slow and classic songs. She always wondered if there was anyone else like her in this world, and if there is someone, when will she be able to meet the person.

"NO, you absolutely cannot stay home, you need to get out a little and have fun." Her mom's voice brought her out of her thoughts. Her tone was so stern that Khanak had no choice but to go. " Okay fine, mein aoungi, but you know, I would have so much more fun staying home than going to those stupid get-togethers where all everyone does is gossip and plus why is aunty throwing a party to welcome her son? Don't you think he would prefer to spend time with his family after 4 years than stay at a party chatting with people he doesn't even know?" Khanak reasoned with her mom. "Hai rabba! What do I do with this girl?! You know Khanak; I used to think that raising a girl would be a tough job but raising you has just been plain weird." With that said, her mom exited the room and left Khanak to think for herself.

1 Hour later at the party

"Did you know? Mrs.Gupta's husband had an affair with his head nurse!" Khanak was beyond frustrated with all of this gossip. She merely excused herself and made her way out into the garden she saw on her way in. Sitting on the swing in the garden, she started talking to herself. "Why the hell can't they keep their thoughts to themselves? Her husband did this; his son did that, blah blah blah!" So lost in her own thoughts, Khanak didn't notice the handsome young man that made his way to her and sat on the swing. "Umm?" he interrupted her. Startled by the voice, she turned to see a man about her age, maybe older sitting next to her. He was tall, tanned and had shaggy hair which added to his good looks. "Wait! What are you thinking?!" she mentally scolded herself for thinking this way about a person she just met. "Uh'Hi, I'm Shaan" he held out his hand which she slid her's into. "I'm Khanak" she replied shyly. Once their hands touched, it felt as though a bolt of electricity just shot through them. She removed her hand from his and looked to the other side.

Breaking the never ending silence, Shaan asked "If you don't mind, may I ask why you're sitting here all alone instead of chatting with everyone inside?" "I don't really like parties; especially these kinds of parties." "What's wrong with this party?" "Well for starters, it looks like a matrimonial column, there are girls everywhere, all waiting for the man of the night to come and see them. I don't think a person coming home after 4 years would be interested in seeing these girls all of the sudden. If he is anything like I've heard he is'" she came to a sudden stop. "What are you doing Khanak? Telling a stranger how you feel about the party and what not!" scolding herself, she turned to Shaan to apologize. "I'm really sorry; I didn't mean to say all of that. I don't know what I was saying." She quickly got up and made her way inside. "Wait! Why are you apologizing? You just told me what you thought, no need to say sorry." He followed her inside.

It's never too hard to find the words
The words to say to you
You make it so easy just to talk

He opened the door for her and they both stopped. Khanak saw that everyone was staring at them. "Is there anything wrong with me? Why is everyone staring at us?" she asked Shaan. When she saw that he didn't reply, she turned to see that he was smiling. Khanak was confused as she saw an elderly lady making her way up to Shaan. He quickly bent down and took her blessings. "Shaan'beta tu aagaya" aunty hugged him. Khanak was shocked would be an understatement. Her face was red; she realized that she had just told everything about the party to the party thrower himself. She saw that everyone was making their way up and welcoming him. She quickly walked out of the crowd and headed outside once again. "Khanak you're an idiot; why did you have to say all of that to him. What must he be thinking about me right now? Me and my stupid mouth" "I'm thinking'that you're the first person that thinks like me." She stopped in her tracks, she knows this voice. She silently prayed that this shouldn't be who she thinks it is. "You were right; it does look like a matrimonial column in there. It's a good thing that you warned me." Hearing this, she turned around confused. Was he thanking her for warning him? Shaan took her hand and walked to the swing. He made her sit and sat on the swing himself, but left some space between them. He didn't want her thinking he was someone that doesn't respect women.

"I don't like parties myself. If I'd known that my mom was planning all of this, I would have definitely refused. I'd rather stay home and watch movies or something." Hearing this, she looked up. "Oh my'we are alike. I wanted to stay home today and watch movies as well, but my mom; she says I need to come out and have fun." He laughed a little at her statement. This was the beginning of their conversation. The rest of the night was spent talking about anything and everything. Maybe going to parties wasn't a bad thing after all. ~

It's never too hard to find the words
the words to say to you
you make it so easy just to talk
the way we talk things through

-Westlife

Commet/criticism is appreciated. Or just press the "like" button. 😆

awww that was sooo cute.

I love how both of there thoughts matched and OMG khanak should really watch her mouth 😆

Your sooo good at writting happy one you shouls write more and dying to read your next one post it really soon....

btw..I wanted to ask..when is your birthday?

so cute

SOO not shaan heheheheh..lo;l he loves parties hehe..lol

love teh way ay make their characters totally different

cantw ait for next oen noww

fatima

LOL. i know the shaan i wrote and the shaan in the show are COMPLETELY different..i did that on purpose. 🤣 i wanted to see how it would turn out. 😆

Thanks a ton for the sweet comments guys! they mean alot to me. 😃 I love reading that you like my writing..even thought it's boogus.

I'll be posting another OS today. BUT before I do that..i'm warning you before that this OS is a tragic one. 😆 sorry guys..but I have to post a tragic one..i really like the one I wrote..as it's one of my favs. What i'll do is..i'll post a tragic one and then a happy one on the bottom. please read both of them though. 😳