The story is set in the imaginary state of Swarnbhoomi in India.
The FIRST KISS is always special and when that kiss happens at the tender age of seven, it's blissful because there's no lust, just love. This kiss, between our protagonists' doomed a...
It was post lunch Swarnima and Abhedya reached the farmhouse. The heavy downpour made the visibility poor and the drive slow. Abhedya and Swarnima came inside and Gene was ready with fresh towels. They pat themselves dry and went to their rooms for changing. Abhedya knew Swarnima will not come out for lunch for the lamest excuse he ever heard... 'wet hair!'. The policymakers were undoubtedly morons.
Swarnima didn't cry anymore in her room. She knew her life was a jigsaw puzzle. The pieces were scattered just needed to be fixed at the right place. She has fought enough battles till now and she was ready to fight more. For the betterment of the state, it's people and her love. Abhedya on the other hand took a cold shower. His burning desires were at its peak. The touch of her hands on his body, the reflection of his soul in her eyes and the synchronised beating of their heart told Abhedya that 'she was the one, she is the one, she will be the one' come what may.
It was evening and the entire clan came to the farm for night stay. There will be a small cake cutting ceremony at 12 and Abhedya's cake was baked by Swarnima.
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"Nim, I thought you will bake something fancy. This is plain and simple." Arya commented. He was up for some fun.
"Plain and Simple is perfect Arya," Abhedya replied in all honesty. He loved cakes baked by Swarnima. Hell! He loved Swarnima.
"You mean the cake or you are talking about a person?" Arya asked in all innocence, fun was about to begin.
"I mean the cake and the baker," Abhedya answered making Arya shocked. Now, that Abhedya accepted, there was no scope for any kind of teasing or commenting. This was so not fun and the laughter of the younger clan on Arya's state added to the fuel.
Post diner, Abhedya told the plan for his 21st. "After a lot of convincing my friends have finally agreed to a party in the afternoon, at the hotel pool. I will reach home by 7 after winding up everything. Then, I am all yours. Whatever you say we can do that. I have no clue about the council, what I have to do or say, so, yeah... whatever I am told, I shall do."
"Sounds good to me." Rudra approved the plan.
"Alright everybody, come here. Just a minute left." Maan shouted and everyone gathered near the cake table. In just a few minutes the simple cake was turned into a special one. The table was decorated with flowers and scented candles. The lights were dimmed and the 22 candles ( one for good luck) illuminated the room.
The countdown began and Abhedya made a birthday wish. Swarnima was the first person he saw when he opened his chocolate brown orbs. An instant smile graced his face. He knew his wish will be granted.
'birthday' song was sung in a child-like sing-song manner to irritate him. He cut the cake fed his parents and then his bhui and phuphu. The elders knew things could get dirty from now, so they went to the far end of the room.
Who should be fed next? Maan, Arya, Nim or Nivi? So, to save himself Abhedya fed to Tara and the leftover to Maan. Aadya and the leftover to Arya. Nivi took a large piece and stuffed in Abhedya's mouth. And, with that, the cake smash started. The boys and girls threw cake everywhere and on everyone. Swarnima went to her room. She hated such wastage of food. The entire room had cake scattered on the floor and the face of the players at the cake fight party was full of cream and chocolate. Laughter boomed in the house. But, soon the party was over.
