"Hey Geeta, come on yaar.... Let's go and watch the news.... We heard that the minister's son is so dashing.... For the first time we are all gonna see him.... Please come fast yaar...."She pouted at her friend who was busy with her books.
"Arey wait Shamika.... Let me collect my stuff..."Geetanjali pleaded as Shamika dragged her out of the library whilst she struggled to collect her books.
"You guys are always late...Come fast.... "Their friend who was waiting for them outside growled as it was getting late for them to see the news.
"It is not me Ramya.... It is Geetu who always delay.... "Shamika complained as the three girls rushed into their college canteen.
The canteen was over-occupied today for two reasons. One it was pouring heavily and two it was for the news that was going to be telecasted. While the men were busy with their food and chats, the women pondered around the T.V.
It was quite common at this period of time that the young women were found of young super heroes and politicians. Set at the late 90's, were technology was evolving, still watching the T.V. in public places was quit exciting for them.
"Geetu, just because who have a boyfriend already, you shouldn't make us wait like this.... If we happen to be late then I will kill you, I swear..."Ramya warned as Shamika broke into laughter.
"I told you guys that I am not interested to watch this news.... But you guys are dragging me here.... What only should I do?"Geetanjali grumbled as her friends were going crazy for this unknown person.
It was election time and the minister of the state has decided to introduce his young son, Shyam Sundar, a return from the Oxford University, into the politics.
Well what irritated her was, the minister wants to make a foreign return as a candidate. He has sent his son to foreign on not believing in the efficiency of Indian Education System, despite being an education minister. He wanted to have a And now his son, who has been for years away from India should now rule the Indians. It was completely ridiculous for her. Just because these politicians wanted to earn, they have made it a trend that, after them it should be their son, or daughter or wife who will get the seat of minister. It was like as though of Kingship rule rather than Democracy.
And what can be more worse that the women who have the ability to change the world are now fancied to see this joker who has no knowledge about the poverty that prevails in the society.
Let this Shyam be the most handsome man of the world but with that he can never wipe the poverty of the less privileged while staying in his father's comfort sofa.
"Woah.... Seems like you too are fancied to see this new guy..."A male voiced boomed over Geeta's ear as she sat in a corner of the canteen.
"Sharvan...ugh..you freaked me out man."Geetanjali sighed as she sipped her coffee.
"Well who else has the guts to get this close to you..."He romanced with her.
"Well no one can touch me without my consent, even if it is my boyfriend."She glared at him.
Freaked out by her behaviour he pleaded her only to be pranked. She burst into laughter as he rose from his position.
"You always prank me Geetu..."He complained as he sat opposite to her.
"Then with whom should I prank with if not you..."
"Okay fine, you need not pacify me by your words...I am angry on you....I am leaving"He got up from his place only to be pulled back to his chair by her.
"Okay so what should I do to make my love happy?"She pouted softly though no one was bothered to notice them, she still felt shy to be romantic infront of all.
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His Virgin Bride
Romance"Stay in your limit .... It is just contract marriage for a year.... Don't ever forget it"He warned her as he stomped out of his room. ~~~ "You are indeed a filthy woman. There is no difference between you and a woman who works in the red light area...
