Bulbul had never thought that the game which bored her the most, will land her the love of his life.
When the chirpy meets the equally opposite, she is sure he is not the one. But you can be wrong aren't you?
Can she fall for the guy, putting away...
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"Tujhe dard diya hai maine,
Karke ruswai logo ke beech;
Ek mauka de ab mujhe,
Teri maafi ke layak ban ne ka."
My eyes darted from the pale pink paper to the bouquet of white lilies. It had arrived this morning wrapped in a blue ribbon which laid beside it. Apparently, my father couldn't take out the stuck note with the ribbon, so he had torn it off. The room smelled of the magnificent flower. I fondled the flower and reread the note. It was still confusing.
"Does anyone have any idea, how to decipher it?" I asked.
"Well, it's a poetic justice to the situation." Dad shrugged.
"Oh, come on." Nuts snatched out the note from my hand and read loudly, "Phew. It's a simple one. What he is trying to say is that he is sorry for hitting you and making you look bad in public and he needs a chance to cover up for that. I am genius, Bulbul."
"But I don't see any 'sorry' or apology in here. And why he has to write like this?" I inquired.
"Omg. I think he is an intense kind of guy. So he wrote a poem to show his feelings. Wow! Why I wasn't in your place Bulbul." Nuts said dreamily.
"Aren't you reading too much. It's just a shayari. And Bulbul will have her share of apology when they will meet tonight." Dad commented as he got up to on the Tv. That's the only work he did on Sunday. Watching Tv until the evening and then taking mom somewhere nice and romantic. They were still head-over-heels for each other where their daughter lacked the romanticism in her life.
"What?" Three of asked in unison.
He turned his gaze from Tv.
"Ek mauka de mujhe ab.. Doesn't that mean he wants to meet? At least that's what I think and the other card came with it." He tossed another card which he was hiding all this time and added, "After reading, give it back. His autograph is on it."
I caught the card which came flying in our direction. It resembled the previous one but the color was violet. The cursive writing made it look more beautiful.
"Meet you at Dome Tomorrow. 8'o clock
~ A.J. "
"This is can't be autograph?" I pointed to 'A.J'.
"I guess so." Nuts observed closely, "Ooh. Domehaan. How cool! How romantic! Take me with you."
"Who told you, I am going," I grunted.
"Me." Dad informed, "I want his full autograph, not just initials. Plus, he is being humble; you have to go."
"Yes, Bullu. It's a nice gesture. Just go and enjoy the evening with the handsome hunk." My mom chimed in.
