| NOT A MARRIAGE LOVE STORY|
she is my first and last Love
-Aviansh Singh
I never believed in the concept of loving someone , until he came .
-Adrisha Mal...
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I was pushed to the ground by such force that we both fell down with that stranger above me .
Our eyes locked for a moment , that stranger tried to move from me , but a sudden and sharp pain occured in my head which made me his and soon I realised that my hair was stuck in his shirt's button .
I quickly untangled my hair from his shirt's button and we both stood up .
"Are you okay?" I can sense concern and worry in his Voice and his eyes .
"Yes , I am fine . Are you okay ?" I asked for formality ? I guess !
"Yea , thanks for asking . Myself Aviansh , Head boy of this school." Ooohhh ! So he is the guy who made all girls of our school drooling over himself !
He extended his hand towards me for a handshake which I accepted while Introducing myself .
"Myself Adrisha" I smiled a bit so I don't sound rude to him .
"Aadi" I heard Riyu shouting my name from behind and when I turned she signalled me to come There, towards her .
"I think , I Should leave now , and well.... Thanks for saving me." I smiled a bit and started to move towards riyu .
When I reached towards her , she started squealing and jumping "guess what !"
"What ?"
"Mumma agreed."
"Papa?"
"Papa ko mumma mana legi." she smirked while stating this .
"Umm hmm , naughty ho ri behen ki pakodi"I smirked back .
" Ghar Chalein aab?"
"Haa , chal" with this we both headed back towards our home
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"Mumma , I am ready." I was going with mumma to mall to get some stuff and clothes for us for our kathmandu trip.
I was wearing a white noodle strap frock with mini pineapples made on it .
I paired it up With a blues denim crop jacket , white jordans and kept my hair open . For accessories I wore a stone pendant with matching stone earings and an apple watch .
"Ayee Hayee mata shree , baadi soni lag ri ho , no doubt papa kyu aap pe lattu hai" I said With a smirk playing on my lips Only to earn a smack from her .
"Besharam , tu aur tera baap dono , Sochte nahi ho bolne se pehle , jaisa baap , Waise beti ." she was trying to look and sound angry but was not able to because I can see her cheeks getting red .
Sharma gayi Mohtarma .
"Ha ha , hum toh hai hi besharam , sharmana to sirf aapko aata hai woh bhi Papa ke flirts se."
"Smack"
My mara shree again smacked my head .
"Yaar , bas karo na mumma , Kitna marogi ? Take a chill pill."
"Jab tak tu aur tera baap dono ni sudhar jaate." she glared at me angrily and now it was a sign for me to shut my mouth up .
"Hey durga maa , krodh na karein aur chaliye yaha se mall ki taraf prasthan karein." I said in a dramatic tone and was successfull yo earn a "so done" look from her .
"Nautanki" she whispered to herself which was enough for me to hear .
Thanks to my sharp hearing skills.
With this we both left for mall and shopped for a vaccay .
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It was 4:00 in the evening when we both were finished with our shopping and I was in no mood to go back home .
I somehow convinced mumma to let me roam on my own to which she agreed Only after I showed her my tantrums and my irresistible puppy look .
I was roaming in a park Where children were playing , senior citizens doing exercise and ladies gossiping , a little distance away I saw a cherry blossom tree a d There was no one present over there , it looked so peacefull.
I cannot control my will to sit down beneath that tree , it was so peace full.. away from the chaos a peacefull corner .
I don't know how , but I remembered THE poem of Robert frost which is so damn close to my heart .
"The road not taken"
I don't know why but I feel connected with human emotions or the life teachings that he beautifully portrayed in the poem With the help of nature .
Kitni selfless hai na nature , ek ajeeb sa rishta hai uske Saath , hum usse big sad rahein hai aur woh humein savaar ri hai .
I was busy in my thoughts when a voice brought me back from my wormhole .
