“We will try tomorrow for your luck
again. 10:45 exact. Okay?”
I remember to reach vaishalli metro station by this message at 10:45 to meet him. I have never been so much curious to meet a guy before but today I don’t know was different, so much different. I tried as hard I can to dress myself fast and reach at my destination. Managing my hairs and more to it, my heels I was again late by 10 minutes. I don’t know but I have this striking tendency to get late every fucking time when it is important to me and especially, when it about a guy. A smart one.I started wishing to meet him at the station still searching for him at the parking and then escalators and then before the lift, where we have to meet. But he wasn’t there and this made me felt appalling.
So, I decided to wait for more 10 minutes and then will go on my way to my office. But no visibility was there and as decided I got in to my metro.While standing and playing temple run I got a message from him saying: “You were late by 10 mins.” I know I was late but how does he know? I was in a perplex situation. I started scanning the whole metro for him but he was nowhere. I have seen him many a times in my cab to college but still I doubt my mental condition if I could not recognize him. I didn’t have any idea about this message, maybe he must have seen me and texted or he is just playing around with me? I don’t know. I was hell confused.I texted him back that I was on time knowing that I was late. We chatted and he told me that he saw me waiting for him near the lift wearing aviators and decided to catch up at Yamuna Bank metro station. This was sharp. I made up my mind for meeting and chatting him for about ten whole minutes and will not disturb my office business. I waited for three minutes for his metro to reach and he arrived. He walked with a hop in his walk like a man- A gentleman. Very confident and calm in a blue-white chirpy crisped checked shirt and denims.
Wearing his full framed sexy spectacles and with a hint of smile on his face, firstly searching for me and then reaching to me. “Tu late thi. Maine dekha tha.” He said very strongly. I mugged it up. I got the essence that he is a senior and I am the junior here and I do respect that a lot. He is two year elder than me and I have to deal with it. Gosh! Why is he elder to me? Shit.And we started chattering a lot about his school life to his college life, about his past and my past. His funny instances from calling him terrorist in school to his drunken-scenarios. We shared about everything we can share and boost about our life and our experiences. Without noticing the time and ignoring all possible calls I dropped my office that day without any reason. But, the reason was him. I can’t possibly help it and he made me drop my schedule. Actually, I was too involved in his talks that I didn’t want to go anywhere else. He was like a fevicol. This was new and special in a way to me. I never knew someone could talk so much in the first meeting possibly. I don’t know about him but I really enjoyed his company a lot. After two hours, he asked to go for Rajiv chowk than sitting idle here which actually made a sense.
We started roaming the cannaught place where ever it was possible chattering all the way like we have known each other from long. We chat as if we are best friends which were actually unusual for me as I usually take time to befriend someone. In our endless talks we decided to go for drinks. We drank beer and then vodka and then vodka which were enough for the day.With enjoying for about whole six hours together we have to part, part our ways to our home with the formalities of meeting each other the next day or the other. I was confused about him meeting me again. Like, why would he? He is intelligent and I am more of a dumb. He is smart and I am always lethargic to dress every time. He is senior to me and even ragged me while he was drunk and I obeyed his orders. He somewhere has this cute smile on his face and blabbers so much which cannot be understood by anyone and I just wanted to know what type of person is he? What he thinks? How he thinks? And everything. I wanted to know him, that’s all I knew.After the whole five days of talking to each other on facebook, we decided to meet up at MyBar obviously for drinks again. We sat in front of each other and started drinking with each one’s pace. After some of what, I started losing my senses and everything was a blur about what was going and happening in there with both of us. I remember sitting with him hand in hands with my unknown ability to what to do? I drank too much with my empty stomach that I can’t resists. My situation got mess and I was at my horrible condition I can be. Tough, he wasn’t so known to me and we talked from last seven days but he was responsible enough to take care of me and drop me home safely. I knew He is a Gentleman and He is. I didn’t remember any bit of what happened at the bar but hope I didn’t have done anything worse. He dropped me at my home and walked alone to his home to which I felt guilt later.I was sitting outside my main door waiting for my friend to come and take me to my room to avoid any mess in there. She was continuously shouting from past ten fucking minutes to which I softly replied “I think we smooched”. To which she slapped me so hard that I felt it in my hangover also. And then she started again with her lecture about limit and relationships and that I already have a boyfriend and what not! I made mental note of everything she said to me to think about all this later at night.I woke up at 1AM with my head banging from its every side, stomach aching to its best and hands and legs trembling with cold. I didn’t know what was wrong with me? I thought of calling him and telling about all this if is it natural or not but I controlled. I tried calming myself down and started shifting my thought to that kiss- which we have done maybe, or maybe not. I don’t know. I was confused meeting him the next day and asking him about what has happened?
What if I have kissed him? I know if we have kissed, it will be only me to take this initiative. He must be shocked about this. I started scolding myself to this. And what if we have done more than a kiss? A smooch? Or more than it? Oh God. I didn’t remember anything. What a jerk am I!? Shit.I tried sleeping as we have to meet the next day but I can’t. I started framing my words when he will confess that we smooched or did more than it. I started making my mind to accept everything to what he will say. I stressed my memory a lot but cannot regain what happened at the bar. All sorts of questions banging my head and ‘what if’s’ take the charge. What if he is in anger? What if he will be meeting me for the last time? What if my friend is right about him not meeting me again? What if he didn’t appear tomorrow?
All these didn’t let me sleep the whole night. They were no less than the ghosts haunting me whole night. But, somewhere thinking about all this I slept looking forward to what will happen the next day.The next day we meet exchanging a strange look for a second but then everything went normal and I started to think that we haven’t kissed bingo! I was happy to it but while returning he asked in a serious tone “Don’t you remember any of it from yesterday?”
I got a hint from this tone of his that yes, something is wrong. I asked him frankly about what happened and he started explaining me with so much patience and calm. My eyes got glued to his eyes the way they move when he explains things so peacefully. His eyes were down with shame but very courageous to let everything out which was actually done by me, obviously.He told me that I came beside him and knotted his hands to mine holding them firmly. After this I made my way to his palms and tangled our fingers within each others. I even hugged him twice and kissed him on his neck. And when he was busy collecting things of what happened I lay my head on his chest and rested it over there murmuring in my own world. And in the next moment I made my way to his lips and kissed him. After a simple kiss, a more intimated kiss took place which was dominated by me and then smooches involving both of us. Not one but many.I knew all this would be my mistake as I can’t blame him for this. He was not the one to be blame. I know I am one who has this courage to do this shit. I felt ashamed and this was right. I did it wrong and this has to be the situation. He said he was ready for a slap today which was remarkably-funny. To what he explained with so cool and in so composed way I was happy that I am not with a wrong person. He is the right one. I started liking him to the way he does things. I started liking him as he is with me. Actually, I started liking him the way he is. He is special in his way. And I like him.After this day when everything sorted out and we both know this was my mistake and I don’t exaggerate things much, we decided to let things be the way it is. But after this day things got changed. We were not so formal with each other now and we don’t treat each other like friends. And moreover, there is no ‘FriendZone’ between us.
We can’t miss a day without seeing each other. Actually, even I can’t miss a single day. The time I reach home, I start checking my facebook and hoping for him to be online. This is crazy, I know. But it is what it is. I am in love the way he is.You are so magical in your own way, in the way you do things, in the way you are. I feel so special and so wonderful to be with you from the morning scooty ride to the late night good night messages.He is different from other guys. He is confident about what he wants to do in his life whether it’s about his restaurant only. He is caring, helpful, kind, gentle and every synonym of these. He can so easily make me smile, laugh and have a great time all by himself. In short, he is a package that every girl wants. (Which I have now *Blush*) He is a package of happiness and fun knowing the limits of each and everything. Treating and solving everything with a hint of childness yet so mature. Planning with so much efforts and yet so beautiful. He is perfect in all his ways.Being with him I learn so much, I understand so much, I mug up so many things. I recollect your words in my mind so that I can pen them down when I reach home. Your extremely horrifying yet funniest dialogues which makes me go insane with laughter. When you are staring at me unexpectedly directly into my eyes telling me that they are so bright. When you are holding my hand so softly and gently swaying your fingers all around them and commenting that they are like TT balls. When you are kissing me unexpectedly in the middle of the road making me scream about the environment. When you ask me to hold you from the back because you are exhausted (which actually is a very lame excuse). When you wants to have romance and thinks it’s cheap doing this between the streets. When you gaze at me while I dance on the song played inside the lift. When I gaze at you doing my acting. When you want to hold hand and try doing it some other way. When you start singing at the metro station so melodiously rotating your eyes at a right angle. And much more that even can’t recollect right now.
I remember to reach vaishalli metro station by this message at 10:45 to meet him. I have never been so much curious to meet a guy before but today I don’t know was different, so much different. I tried as hard I can to dress myself fast and reach at my destination. Managing my hairs and more to it, my heels I was again late by 10 minutes. I don’t know but I have this striking tendency to get late every fucking time when it is important to me and especially, when it about a guy. A smart one.I started wishing to meet him at the station still searching for him at the parking and then escalators and then before the lift, where we have to meet. But he wasn’t there and this made me felt appalling.
So, I decided to wait for more 10 minutes and then will go on my way to my office. But no visibility was there and as decided I got in to my metro.While standing and playing temple run I got a message from him saying: “You were late by 10 mins.” I know I was late but how does he know? I was in a perplex situation. I started scanning the whole metro for him but he was nowhere. I have seen him many a times in my cab to college but still I doubt my mental condition if I could not recognize him. I didn’t have any idea about this message, maybe he must have seen me and texted or he is just playing around with me? I don’t know. I was hell confused.I texted him back that I was on time knowing that I was late. We chatted and he told me that he saw me waiting for him near the lift wearing aviators and decided to catch up at Yamuna Bank metro station. This was sharp. I made up my mind for meeting and chatting him for about ten whole minutes and will not disturb my office business. I waited for three minutes for his metro to reach and he arrived. He walked with a hop in his walk like a man- A gentleman. Very confident and calm in a blue-white chirpy crisped checked shirt and denims.
Wearing his full framed sexy spectacles and with a hint of smile on his face, firstly searching for me and then reaching to me. “Tu late thi. Maine dekha tha.” He said very strongly. I mugged it up. I got the essence that he is a senior and I am the junior here and I do respect that a lot. He is two year elder than me and I have to deal with it. Gosh! Why is he elder to me? Shit.And we started chattering a lot about his school life to his college life, about his past and my past. His funny instances from calling him terrorist in school to his drunken-scenarios. We shared about everything we can share and boost about our life and our experiences. Without noticing the time and ignoring all possible calls I dropped my office that day without any reason. But, the reason was him. I can’t possibly help it and he made me drop my schedule. Actually, I was too involved in his talks that I didn’t want to go anywhere else. He was like a fevicol. This was new and special in a way to me. I never knew someone could talk so much in the first meeting possibly. I don’t know about him but I really enjoyed his company a lot. After two hours, he asked to go for Rajiv chowk than sitting idle here which actually made a sense.
We started roaming the cannaught place where ever it was possible chattering all the way like we have known each other from long. We chat as if we are best friends which were actually unusual for me as I usually take time to befriend someone. In our endless talks we decided to go for drinks. We drank beer and then vodka and then vodka which were enough for the day.With enjoying for about whole six hours together we have to part, part our ways to our home with the formalities of meeting each other the next day or the other. I was confused about him meeting me again. Like, why would he? He is intelligent and I am more of a dumb. He is smart and I am always lethargic to dress every time. He is senior to me and even ragged me while he was drunk and I obeyed his orders. He somewhere has this cute smile on his face and blabbers so much which cannot be understood by anyone and I just wanted to know what type of person is he? What he thinks? How he thinks? And everything. I wanted to know him, that’s all I knew.After the whole five days of talking to each other on facebook, we decided to meet up at MyBar obviously for drinks again. We sat in front of each other and started drinking with each one’s pace. After some of what, I started losing my senses and everything was a blur about what was going and happening in there with both of us. I remember sitting with him hand in hands with my unknown ability to what to do? I drank too much with my empty stomach that I can’t resists. My situation got mess and I was at my horrible condition I can be. Tough, he wasn’t so known to me and we talked from last seven days but he was responsible enough to take care of me and drop me home safely. I knew He is a Gentleman and He is. I didn’t remember any bit of what happened at the bar but hope I didn’t have done anything worse. He dropped me at my home and walked alone to his home to which I felt guilt later.I was sitting outside my main door waiting for my friend to come and take me to my room to avoid any mess in there. She was continuously shouting from past ten fucking minutes to which I softly replied “I think we smooched”. To which she slapped me so hard that I felt it in my hangover also. And then she started again with her lecture about limit and relationships and that I already have a boyfriend and what not! I made mental note of everything she said to me to think about all this later at night.I woke up at 1AM with my head banging from its every side, stomach aching to its best and hands and legs trembling with cold. I didn’t know what was wrong with me? I thought of calling him and telling about all this if is it natural or not but I controlled. I tried calming myself down and started shifting my thought to that kiss- which we have done maybe, or maybe not. I don’t know. I was confused meeting him the next day and asking him about what has happened?
What if I have kissed him? I know if we have kissed, it will be only me to take this initiative. He must be shocked about this. I started scolding myself to this. And what if we have done more than a kiss? A smooch? Or more than it? Oh God. I didn’t remember anything. What a jerk am I!? Shit.I tried sleeping as we have to meet the next day but I can’t. I started framing my words when he will confess that we smooched or did more than it. I started making my mind to accept everything to what he will say. I stressed my memory a lot but cannot regain what happened at the bar. All sorts of questions banging my head and ‘what if’s’ take the charge. What if he is in anger? What if he will be meeting me for the last time? What if my friend is right about him not meeting me again? What if he didn’t appear tomorrow?
All these didn’t let me sleep the whole night. They were no less than the ghosts haunting me whole night. But, somewhere thinking about all this I slept looking forward to what will happen the next day.The next day we meet exchanging a strange look for a second but then everything went normal and I started to think that we haven’t kissed bingo! I was happy to it but while returning he asked in a serious tone “Don’t you remember any of it from yesterday?”
I got a hint from this tone of his that yes, something is wrong. I asked him frankly about what happened and he started explaining me with so much patience and calm. My eyes got glued to his eyes the way they move when he explains things so peacefully. His eyes were down with shame but very courageous to let everything out which was actually done by me, obviously.He told me that I came beside him and knotted his hands to mine holding them firmly. After this I made my way to his palms and tangled our fingers within each others. I even hugged him twice and kissed him on his neck. And when he was busy collecting things of what happened I lay my head on his chest and rested it over there murmuring in my own world. And in the next moment I made my way to his lips and kissed him. After a simple kiss, a more intimated kiss took place which was dominated by me and then smooches involving both of us. Not one but many.I knew all this would be my mistake as I can’t blame him for this. He was not the one to be blame. I know I am one who has this courage to do this shit. I felt ashamed and this was right. I did it wrong and this has to be the situation. He said he was ready for a slap today which was remarkably-funny. To what he explained with so cool and in so composed way I was happy that I am not with a wrong person. He is the right one. I started liking him to the way he does things. I started liking him as he is with me. Actually, I started liking him the way he is. He is special in his way. And I like him.After this day when everything sorted out and we both know this was my mistake and I don’t exaggerate things much, we decided to let things be the way it is. But after this day things got changed. We were not so formal with each other now and we don’t treat each other like friends. And moreover, there is no ‘FriendZone’ between us.
We can’t miss a day without seeing each other. Actually, even I can’t miss a single day. The time I reach home, I start checking my facebook and hoping for him to be online. This is crazy, I know. But it is what it is. I am in love the way he is.You are so magical in your own way, in the way you do things, in the way you are. I feel so special and so wonderful to be with you from the morning scooty ride to the late night good night messages.He is different from other guys. He is confident about what he wants to do in his life whether it’s about his restaurant only. He is caring, helpful, kind, gentle and every synonym of these. He can so easily make me smile, laugh and have a great time all by himself. In short, he is a package that every girl wants. (Which I have now *Blush*) He is a package of happiness and fun knowing the limits of each and everything. Treating and solving everything with a hint of childness yet so mature. Planning with so much efforts and yet so beautiful. He is perfect in all his ways.Being with him I learn so much, I understand so much, I mug up so many things. I recollect your words in my mind so that I can pen them down when I reach home. Your extremely horrifying yet funniest dialogues which makes me go insane with laughter. When you are staring at me unexpectedly directly into my eyes telling me that they are so bright. When you are holding my hand so softly and gently swaying your fingers all around them and commenting that they are like TT balls. When you are kissing me unexpectedly in the middle of the road making me scream about the environment. When you ask me to hold you from the back because you are exhausted (which actually is a very lame excuse). When you wants to have romance and thinks it’s cheap doing this between the streets. When you gaze at me while I dance on the song played inside the lift. When I gaze at you doing my acting. When you want to hold hand and try doing it some other way. When you start singing at the metro station so melodiously rotating your eyes at a right angle. And much more that even can’t recollect right now.
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