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What do you do when you love someone so much, that it physically hurts to be away from them...
Story so far - Abhi's mom and dad visit him, his mom throwing in comments about his marriage and associating everything to him not having a wife. Abhi and his dad discuss tactics and on Saturday Abhi reached Oberoi's hotel early for the meeting and there he sees a girl that makes his jaw drop...
As her tall figure came into view, I couldn't help but let out a sigh in content, with her long hair set in loose curls and bouncing freely around her, her beautiful yet scrutinizing gaze roaming all around the room, her anarkali kurti dancing as she walked, and finally the way in which her nostrils flared as her eyes found me.
It had been almost a month or more since I saw her and just like the last time, I forgot to breathe as her gaze clashed with mine.
Her pretty lips were covered in a peach-colored lipstick this time and a pair of diamond jhumkas dangled from her ears.
Her delicate wrists we're engulfed by a dozen Bangles each that jiggled as she moved, making my heart skip a beat.
Though I personally hated yellow, yet couldn't hate that color on her-
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Either she had a special magic that turned that dirty yellow into a beautiful color, or I'd just started falling for her... I mean... Falling for the color yellow.
A dreamy sigh escaped my lips as she stood there at the center of the room, looking around as though searching for someone and she yet again almost glared at me as her gaze clashed with mine.
But without sparing me another glance, she looked away, as though I was nothing!!
I couldn't help but sense that desire in me which wanted her to notice me and talk to me and then maybe we could go out on a couple of dates and then maybe I'd propose her for marriage and then she'll accept it 'coz she also loves me back and then we could get married and have 10 kids and then live happily ever after.
Why am I acting so...clingy?? Wait..did I just say that I hope she loves me back? So do I love her?? But Abhimanyu Singhania doesn't do love!!! He does girls... He fucks, not loves!!
And as she turned her gaze to me once again, only to glare at me, the events of our last meeting flashed in my mind. Our last meeting ended terribly!! Oh my!!! What if....what if she still hates me? What do I do now?? Can I stop being Abhimanyu Singhania until she passes away from here??
Don't get me wrong - I'm very happy that I got to see her again, but I really thought that the next time I met her, I'd be in a position to impress myself. I never expected that the next time I meet her, I'd be sitting in the same hotel, a couple of tables away from where we first met, and waiting for the most important meeting of my life!
