My Beloved Passion

It's YOU..?

Definitely this one seems to be more personal than a secret journal or diary. What book exactly is she into. The more I'm curious about her taste of genre and her views over the plots, the more I despise the idea of invading her privacy. I just saw her today yet she feels so familiar as if she was always by my side.

"I can't deny but infer to be a bit interested into her. Ahm! i....I mean yeah! a little bit interested, ju.... just a little or may be not."

"I can't really help but want to interact with her. Who knows? We've got the same attitude. We might make good friends."

He was walking out through the campus sheepishly smiling, goggling over Kerena's book, heading towards the parking lot, surfing deep in his musing when,

"Hey you! Mr. Dorks."

Why am I hearing her. Is she really here shouting or---- Smothering my thoughts, I swing my head in the expected direction of her deafening voice, when I note her running towards me almost stomping her every step.

"Anh-Hunh !! It's Destan. Destan Quinn. Miss Yolaine. Babbles out Destan making a flirtatious face with a teasing look. Why so furious Miss Yolaine."

"Yess!! Mr. Destan Quinn. Did you not ever, studied enough to at least know, not to take any girl's personal things without their permission."

Almost yelling out, Kerena says with a panic expression lurking over her facials, extremely transparent about her fear of being exposed off her secret thoughts she wrote into the book.

"Ohh! if that's the case, Do you..? want me to make you That special one, rather than let you be just any girl . So, I'd be allowed to take your personal things. Right.??" Blurts out Destan with a mischievous grin.

"What in the dumb world of snoop dorky are you...? Just give it to me already."

She nobbled her book from his hand, twirling her body with a slam swing, she strides outwards to the exit of school, taking a left turn she disappears behind the walls of boundaries.

*****

Sighting her andante fading figure behind those boundary walls before berating me for nothing, i... I mean not actually for no reason yet who's agreeing to the fault. Huff! Anyways, Its a big day for me I must be on time.

Bestriding over my Harley Davidson, nailing in and twisting the key into it, unlocking the bike, switching the ignition on, revving up the engine relishing the feels of waves striding through my bloodlines, slamming my feet on gear shifting into the first one I bolted out of the university rushing towards my home.

Speeding freely on roads trailing behind the landmarks, fantasizing about my upcoming dream come true moment the route to my way home felt very minimal. And here come the glance of a huge villa, a residential for two soul body. Me and mom, since dad keeps on flying to and fro the town.

The huge white polished Italian based designed villa, surrounded by a few plots of gardening and forested lounges, an artificially built pond full of lotus blooms. A track-way from parking garage connecting to the entrance secured by a gigantic iron-framed gates painted in jet black, guarded by a few security guards.

The more he thunders ahead, the more the distance shortens, the more closer he gets, the more the vision clears. The faded glimpse of the villa now appears hugely astonishing and beautiful up this close.

The moment he reaches near the entrance, the appointed guards swiftly realizes his advent before opening the gate wide open letting him bolt in, without breaking his pace, straight towards his parking garage.