4 SHORT LOVE STORIES

Prince Charming

Like the many girls before me and the many more to come after, falling in love, becoming vulnerable , pouring my heart out to a stranger and the biggest adventure - getting rescued by a Prince Charming has been one of the biggest dreams of mine.

And at the beautiful, youthful age of 19, in the second year of college, I met him. And he was perfect to the 'T' . At 6 ft 2 inches, an Aquarian to my Libra, muscular, broad, state level basketball champion and my senior - just by a year. And like I'd always envisioned he was slightly more intelligent than me but not a nerd by long shot. He was definitely more experienced but not a playboy of any sorts. He was handsome but not too handsome to be conceited. He was rich but not filthy rich; I mean he could afford a Pajero but not an Audi. Like I said, he was just perfect.

I had already given him my heart, my mind and my trust and was very keen on giving him my most scared possession: My Flower. Something which I'd kept safe from all the others, untimely, imperfect encounters over the past 19 years. I'd diverted my past boyfriends with phone sex or the 'I'm-Not- Ready' speech and even given in for second base. Many times my will had been shaken by unquestionable desires but each time, waiting of my perfect Prince, I'd kept my perfection in-tact.

And now it was time to really graduate. We had been together for six months and he had been my savior in so many ways. He had changed my car tyres, tutored me in economics and he was even friends with my mother. This one time at a match, when I was lost cheering for him, a ball was dangerously nearing me and my heena painted hands, where I had hidden his name in the design and I was sure that my hand will be spoiled by that unholy ball but at the very last moment he came in front of me, blocked the evil ball and protected my hands and its heena designs. He even re-applied some of the edges which had been smudged off. And that was the last confirmation. I knew, then and there, that he was The One. My Prince Charming.

So as the weekend arrived, he like a classy person booked an Oyo Room near the hills for our romantic getaway. He was been a gentleman throughout, kind, soft and honestly a little scared, for me really. Because it was My First Time.

But I was so excited and happy with a fire burning in me. So that night, we did it... we did it once, then we did it twice, then we did it thrice and It was fun, exhilarating! It was the best feeling ever! Everything was so perfect! My Perfect night with my Perfect Prince! I was all ready for the fourth round to begin, when I realized that he had retired to the bathroom for a long time now. I went to check if everything was fine and I could hear the shower running. Excited for another adventure, I entered inside and was shocked to see him sitting in the bath tub, bawling his eyes out and repeatedly scrubbing his body with soap, as if removing any impressions of my touch from his body.

And before I could even inquire, he spilled the beans.

You see, as it turns out, my Prince Charming and I were more alike that I could have ever guessed. Just as I'd spent a lifetime searching for my Prince Charming, he too had been searching for his Prince Charming!