the Mango Thief

the Mango Thief

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Logline: A shy college student discovers a hidden talent for thievery when she starts stealing mangoes from a grumpy old man's tree, only to find herself falling for him. Chapter 1: The humid air hung heavy, thick with the scent of ripe mangoes. Aisha, a bookish college student with perpetually tangled hair and a penchant for oversized sweaters, clutched her worn copy of "Pride and Prejudice" as she walked home. Her gaze drifted towards the old mango tree at the edge of Professor Reyes' property - a tree laden with fruit, glistening like golden jewels in the afternoon sun. Professor Reyes, a man known for his booming voice and even boomier temper, was notorious for chasing away anyone who dared to approach his prized mangoes. But Aisha, fueled by a gnawing hunger and a rebellious streak she never knew she possessed, found herself drawn to the forbidden fruit. That night, under the cloak of darkness, Aisha crept towards the tree. Her heart pounded in her chest, a frantic drumbeat against the symphony of crickets. She picked a mango, its skin smooth and warm beneath her fingers. The sweetness exploded on her tongue, a forbidden delight. She continued to steal mangoes every night, her stealth improving with each visit. She'd leave small, anonymous notes for Professor Reyes, poems about the mangoes, their sweetness a metaphor for a secret, burgeoning affection. One night, she was caught. Professor Reyes, instead of yelling, simply stared at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners. He offered her a mango, a perfectly ripe one, and a surprisingly warm smile. He'd been reading her poems. He knew she was the mango thief.
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He returns in the evening and he gives her a big bunch of green bangles tied with a string. Her eyes shine looking at it and she gives a bright smile. So many? For me? (She asks with a smile) He nods with a smile and gives her a kiss on her cheek. She looks at him and smiles. She didn't show discomfort and he felt elated about it. He then gave her a flower garland which was wrapped in a banana leaf. It had some fresh jasmine flowers and a few son-champa flowers. Son-Champa? (She smells) My favourite, it's fragrance is so nice. He looked at her brightest smile and put his hand around her waist from behind pulling her closer. He kept his chin on her shoulder and whispered near her ears. You liked it? Yes, I liked it. You are so nice. He was happy. From "that groom is dirty" to "You are so nice" made him feel elated and accomplished at the progress. He sensuously kissed her neck and she quivered and turned around immediately. It's ticklish (she said smilingly) He sighs as she had not revolted. He pulls her veil down off her head, takes the flowers from her hand and tucks it in her head carefully. She ran and looked into the small mirror in the room happily. He goes again closer to her and takes the mirror from her hand and hangs it back on the wall. He cups her face and looks at her. You look gorgeous and smell great. She smiles and he pecks her lips. He felt excited because she didn't push him this time. He pulls her back and smooches with passion that's when she pushes him away and wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. Her smile vanished and she made a crying face. She pulled out the flowers from her hair and gave it to him. I don't want your flowers. You are dirty, you made my mouth jhoota again. (She sobs) Started on 23/7/2021 Completed on 22/11/2021 Ranked at #1 under Indian of 34.8k stories © All Copyright reserved to the writer, @PoohBear8435 only. Please do not copy, distribute or publish any of my work in any form.

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