Mif

PROLOGUE

Enthusiastically after writing my third book "Purge", I felt a sudden pain in my neck. 'Am I really going to publish all my three versions of stupid love stories?' Nope. Maybe, later. Don't ask me why, :P I blindly follow my own interment-pit-digging instinct. Neither am I in the idea of writing any new love story.

My conscience was right. I kill english and murder the pity ones who read my manuscript. But, if a bored banker and a dance show judge could write a book, then why can't I?

'You think I'm a fool?', my maths professor stopped in the middle of the sum. I was probably wondering that why the ratio of men is less in Russia that the beautiful women desperately wanted to marry men internationally and that, when was the next flight to Russia. But my maths professor was already pointing to me, slowly perishing my beautiful daydream.

He sent me out of the class for not bringing my maths note. And yes, he sent two other boys along with me for the same reason.

Alright, and that was when I ran into this guy, Frederick James Francois.

'Hey everyone! by the way its Francis. Not Francois'. He sighed.

'It's going to be my story. My book. Don't worry, its not his usual love story. But, it is. So, to begin asusual, it all started on a diwali night. That was my unforgettable night for the first thing, I spent my diwali with my incredibly good looking cousin Miya. And secondly, not every night you get a text from a stranger girl in facebook who speaks a spectacular english. I tell you, we tend to judge a girl's beauty by her accent. And she didn't dissapoint me. First thing that impressed me was her name. Because, she too had an unusual name like me. Abby Manik. And the second thing was, she told me that she wanted to create a revolution in our country. And the third thing was, ... I already fell in love...'