Chapter 18 ~ I am in love…..again ! November 3, 2008

“I am sorry. I am really very sorry.”

“You should be.” She said. It was a school-reunion where I got a chance to meet her. I took her aside for a walk to discuss something I’d always wanted to. Finally she was into talk, speaking honestly she really feels and means. It was an occasion I’d waited for over one and half years.

“I am.” I replied. And we stopped. I looked at her and saw her eyes. They were exactly the same as they used to be, deep black, full of innocence and a pain. A pain unsaid and untold, hidden deep inside. Someday I would ask her and hopefully will get the answer.

“So can we start it over again?” I asked still looking into her eyes. “Can we forget every dreadful thing happened in the past and remember only the good ones?”

“Can we be friends again?”

She thought for a while, smiled and said :

“Yeah.”

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PS — I don’t know how it happened, but I am in love…again.

PS — So does it mean, ‘Chronicles of First Love’ hasn’t ended?

PS — It depends on her.

PS — Hmm…so its 7 in the morning thanks to the night-out for street play practice.

PS — But I guess, when you are in love, you don’t feel sleepy!

PS — If you find this chapter confusing, wait for sometime. I’ll pour in every missing and interesting details in the next one soon.

PS — And for those who don’t know whats really going on here, you’ve got to read the complete story from Chapter 1.

PS — So….time for breakfast. CSL class after an hour.

PS — Adieu.

Morning Walk…………………..or may be ‘Activa’..! May 28, 2008

This is about another beautiful incident in the form of a short story.

Read it from here.

Chapter 10 : Operation X May 20, 2008

“Welcome back..!!”, Palak came and forwarded to shake hands with me.

“Yeah…thanks.”

My mind was already dumb. My confidence used to shaken up when I was in front of her.

So for the whole week, I lingered around Palak. She liked my company. I used to crack jokes (copied from santabanta.com) and she loved them. Although there were other ‘hotter’ girls too, but I didn’t want to look
like a playboy amongst 6 girls.

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THE ‘D’ DAY:

Finally after puffing our lungs for a week, the competition-day came. After analysing the rehearsals of other participating houses, we were damn sure that the trophy is ours this time.

And our turn came. I began to feel awkward as I reached the stage realising that I am the ‘odd man out’. And we sang the song.

Chanda Sooraj Lakho Taare
Hai jab tere hi ye saare
Kiss baat pe hoti hai fir takaraare.

It was a wonderful performance (with a little contribution from my side too). And as expected we won.

“Hurrayy…!!!” Seema exclaimed and leaped towards me. And that was the second time in my life a girl hugged me. I wished she were Palak. Nevertheless, Seema also felt nice.

Infact, if you’ve ever hugged a girl, you must have experienced 3 sorts of feelings:

1. The sweet smell of shampoo from her hairs which fall just above your nose.

2. The ecstatic perception developed by the caressing of her breasts.

3. The continuous staring and humming of the people around you and their comments on the event.

But who cares? All I knew that I was the luckiest boy of the whole school for a few seconds. Things were good for me now. Palak and I became very good friends. So the only thing of concern in my life was
my studies, because I had a board exam on my head.

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3 MONTHS LATER ~ 5th MARCH 2005

“How much you did?” Karun said. He had come to my house. After I left tuitions, he was the only person with whom I was in continuous contact.

It was the starting of 5 days ‘gap’ for the Mathematics Board Examination. There is something special about the gaps in exams. Except studying, students do everything in these days including asking
each-other if they have studied anything.

“Nothing much. Let me take a break dude.” I said.

“Thats what I am here for….to give you a break. What about going to Hot Dot??” Karun shrieked. Hot Dot was the only internet cafe in my colony and a popular venue. Karun and I had spent hours in it watching
pornos.

“Crap…Not at this time.” I replied totally uninterested.

“Hey dude, you didn’t get me. I need to download CBSE Sample Papers. And you know, I am dumb at computers.”

This was true. Karun was absolutely dumb in computers. I guess, computers were the only thing in which I was better than him.

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‘HOT DOT’ INCIDENT

{Sorry friends, I’ve deleted the rest b’coz I got it too personal. Sorry to all those who got hurt by this post. I apologise by deleting this portion.}

{rest continued in Chapter 11}

PS — Sorry for modifications. I’ll write the next post soon and will continue the story.

PS– Please keep reading.

To Neha…..!!!! May 13, 2008

I’ve written a short-blog on one of my best online-friends, ‘Neha’.

So that it doesn’t hinders the flow of my story, I’ve posted it on my other blogsite.

Please view it from here.

Chapter 9: The ‘Water-Loo’ May 8, 2008

“Palak…!! Palak…!!”

She after realising someone had called her looked towards me: “Yes???”

“If I am not wrong, you are representing Narayana House in the Group Song??”, I asked trying to sound sober.

“Yes.” She smiled and spoke again, “And you also are going to sing with me. Isn’t it?? I saw you during the auditions.”

“Yeh, if you call it auditions.” I sighed. She laughed.

She looks soooooooooooooo cute while she speaks.

If you ask me, Palak was a cheerful girl (at least while talking). Still, I was finding difficulty in talking to her. We talked hardly for 2-3 minutes, but these were enough to make my day.

While I was day-dreaming about me and Palak, holding each other’s hands and singing a romantic song of some crap bollywood movie, I gradually noticed something wet at the backside of my pants. Before, I could apprehend anything, I heard Sandeep, laughing at me, with a water-bottle in his hands.

“You moron…!!!”, I shouted, “At least not in the winters yaar..”

Pouring water on each other’s pants used to be our most-popular nonsense activity, but only in summers. Why the fuck he’s doing it in winters???

“Ohk…”, I sighed, grasped my bottle in my hands and started to spill water over Sandeep.

Isha after hearing the noise, lifted her head out of her ’slam book’ with an expression as if Einstein was disturbed from his work. After realising that she’s the class-monitor, she stood up and started shouting. I think, shouting was her hobby. Anyways, who cares..!!

So lets return to the scene. The ‘Water War’ between me and Sandeep was on the extreme for we had already emptied our bottles and still were asking others for their’s. I got an idea that Sandeep has gone mad. I don’t know how it came to me, but I ran towards Isha to ask her to help me. And as you have guessed, it was a wrong decision, at least for Sandeep.

Sandeep while striving to wet me, accidently shot a full shower of water on Isha. Crap !! Crap!! Crap!!!

Instantaneouly, after Isha screamed, everything became still. I noticed Sandeep had made 40% of her school-dress totally wet. Although, she was looking real sexy in her wet dress, but certainly this was not the time for such issues.

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Sandeep ran out of the class after the incident to the boys toilet and didn’t return till lunch.

While, I was enjoying the situation and desperately waiting for some real show. For the first time in the last few days, a trouble had not occured to me, instead it just by-passed me. I was in the ’safe zone’ for sure. It was Sandeep who started this, and it was Sandeep too who threw water at Isha. I was just a victim. Wow…….it’ll be a real fun to see what Isha will do of Sandeep.

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SONG REHEARSALS: DAY 1

I was still a bit wet on my pants when I reached the common hall where the rehearsals of Naryana House were scheduled. You know, when your pants are wet, your mind stops working. At least in my case, it was true.

I noticed some 6 girls including the group leader, ‘Shraddha Didi’ were already present. Shraddha Didi was two years senior to me. But this is not the main thing to mention. She was a ‘fatso’. Infact a big one. In the whole school, I haven’t seen a girl or boy more overweighed than her. But still, I don’t know how, she managed to sing exceptionally well and was responsible for bagging soo many medals and trophies for our house and school.

The rest of the 5 girls were including Seema and Priya. I am especially taking their names because they were the so-called hottest girls of the whole 10th class. What more, Palak was also out there. Abruptly, I started to feel that I am the luckiest boy of this world. But the God had some other ideas.

“Excuse Me Di..”, I said.

“Ohh, you have come. You didn’t get the message.” she asked.

“No…which message? Something related to our song…isn’t it?” I exclaimed. I was very excited about the idea of singing with as much as 5 ‘hot’ girls.

“Umm…well…no…I tell you. First you sit.”, she replied softly. Whenever someone uses such tone, it surely means – something is damn surely WRONGGGG!!!!

“See boy…ac..”

“I am Himanshu.”, I interrupted her.

“Ohkk sryy..See Himanshu, actually, this group was supposed to contain 4 boys and 4 girls. But since boys of our house took no interest in it, I have decided to make it a complete ‘girl’s event’.” She said sounding as if she was feeling sorry for me.

I remained silent.

“Since you are the only boy left…”, she said, but I again interrupted her:

“Nooo….there’s one more boy, you had selected two of us yesterday.” I was surely sounding like a small child who was deprived of his chocolate.

“He quit.”

“what??” I got surprised. What a fuck..!!! So, it was clear by now, that I am fired out of this competition.

It was a real insult in the front of all the girls out there. And what to say more, I was again rejected.

REJECTED…..It was nothing new for me. I was used to get ‘rejected’. But it hurts everytime. Really…!

I was good for only tabletennis. And that too with Naina.

FUCK !! FUCK !! FUCK !!

I decided to return. While on my way to the door, I saw Sandeep. He came towards me as he saw me. He was still smiling shamelessly after causing a huge blunder. He told me that he has been selected for representing Vashishtha House.

I felt a sudden burst of jealousy inside my chest. I decided that I am not going to lose it so easily. So for the first time in my school life, I decided to use all my so called ‘earned’ prestige, reputation and sources to change the situation.

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I reached the Narayana House incharge, Pooja Maam (who was my science teacher also and I was good in science) and appealed her to make me the part of the group.

“But one boy with 6 girls…!! It’ll look awkward betaa..”, she said.

“Maaam Please……Please let me do this. Its my wish since childhood to sing on the stage.” I mimicried.

After a full 10 minutes of debating, she agreed.

“Ohk Ohk….you are a bright boy. And therefore, I am doing this for you.”, she said finally getting irritated by me.

Hurrrayyyyy…….!!!!!

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GURUS of PEACE

This was the name of our song, originally composed by A R Rehman and sung by Nusrat Fateh Ali Khan. Anyways, Shraddha Didi agreed to involve me.

“Welcome back..!!”, Palak came to me and forwarded to shake hands with me.

{rest continued in Chapter 10}

PS — Bhopal is 44 degrees hot. I wish girls of Bhopal were a reason for it.

PS — I am in love with Avril Lavigne.

PS — My favourite IPL team Mumbai Indians thrashed Rajasthan Royals. Hurray…party for you(if u ask).

PS — Someone help me with this linear programming.

PS — For Parth: Pls return soon from Delhi. Except you, no one listens to my craps.

PS — Sorry to mention it again, but I am seriously in love with Avril.

PS — Recently read a very funny article on The Great Khali.

PS — You can also read it from here.

PS — One last thing to say before I sleep.

PS — Sweet Dreams.

Chapter 7 May 1, 2008

Karun opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I heard my mom saying:

“COME HERE RIGHT NOW……!!!!”

“Mummy, ..umm.. it was an accident. Actually……”

“I said come here right now.” I realised mom was seriously angry. Arguing will certainly worsen the situation. So I decided to keep my mouth shut and follow the orders.

Mom took me to home. We spoke nothing on the way. Sometimes silence speaks louder than words. I was wondering what made my mom to come to my tuition at such a weird time. But does it matters?? The only thing that mattered was she saw me doing wrong thing to the wrong person.

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NEXT DAY:

“You are not going to your tuition anymore from today itself.” mom said. It was the first time, she spoke to me after that incident.

“But I can explain it to you. Actually, its not what you think.” I defended.

“No, I don’t want to hear anything…My..”

“Ohk….say.” dad interrupted her. I thanked God for dad was in here. This is the best thing about ‘dads’. They know how to tackle ‘mummy’s’ and the situation simultaneously.

The next half-an-hour, I told them everything that happened to me and how the situation twisted into a real massacre. Although they appeared a bit convinced after my hard work, but still they were not agree to allow me for my tuition.

It was like a shock for me. Tuition was like a ‘third-home’ to me. Yes, I know this whole idea of ‘third-home’ sounds eerie, but still I didn’t want to lose my tuition. Finally, I surrendered.

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BHARATI VIDYA MANDIR ~ MY SCHOOL

“Nature speaks the language of mathematics.” Sinha sir articulated. He was our maths teacher but the way he used to teach us made him appear more like a philosopher.

He erased the blackboard and wrote the letter ‘D’ at the middle in large.

“Now who will tell me what is it??” He yelled. I raised my hand. It was my habit to react or better to say ‘over-react’ in school. I used to consider myself ‘out of this world’ student.

“Yes Himanshu, please tell us the answer.” sir said completely surprised by my reaction-time.

“Sir its ‘D’. ‘D’ stands for ‘Dog’.” I answered and instantaneously realised how foolish I was. Whole class started to giggle.

“You idiot, everyone knows its ‘D’. Why you have to act oversmart in the class??”, Sinha sir shouted angrily at me. He then took a deep breath to control his anger and then said, “D stands for ‘discriminant’. Its the base of our next chapter ‘Quadratic Equations’.”

Everyone laughed at me. But I was used to it. I knew its only for a few minutes. I’ll again be a ‘hero’ in the next period. Although I was not certain about it.

“Better luck next time Himanshu.” Akshat said. He was my class-mate and one of the ‘three best friends’ in school. The rest being Apurv and Sandeep.

“Lets play ‘fighter’”, I said. ‘FIGHTER’ was our favourite time-pass game. Its a game played with pen. Each player puts his pen on the battleground (i.e desk) and targets to throw the other ones out of the desk. The last one to survive wins. I know it sounds a bit childish, but who cares…!!!

“Himanshu….!!!!!!” I heard someone shouting at me. And the voice was from none other than Isha. Isha was our class-monitor. “Will you stop your rubbish thing on your own or I’ll have to come to your place.” she shouted again. I hated her for her strictness. If she were not a monitor, we would have been very good friends. But now we were just classmates.

Isha used to sit on a bench just parallel to mine and this enabled her to keep an eye on ‘all of us’ comfortably. Isha was good looking and had a tall and commanding personality and may be this was the reason that she was the first choice of our class-teacher for the class representative.

But she was very short-tempered and also responsible for creating ‘discipline troubles’ for us. Besides Isha, used to sit a ‘very-very’ cute girl named Palak. I am mentioning Palak because I’d always wanted to talk to her but every time I’d tried to do so, I just couldn’t. I won’t say that I had a crush on her, but nevertheless I liked her.

See this is the problem with boys. They get infatuated with more than one girl simultaneously. And guess what, I was no exception to this.

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TWO HOURS LATER: THE ‘GROUP-SONG’ AUDITIONS

I am feeling very proud in telling you that for the first time in my life, I participated in the group-song competition. I didn’t know what drove me to it, but still I was very delighted. The singer inside me was ready to show himself to the world.

When I reached for the auditions, I saw there was only one more boy out there. I realised I have taken a wrong decision. I began to feel inconvenient among so many girls. Finally, the group leader started taking auditions. Since there were only two boys, so she selected us without auditions.

The next 30 minutes, I listened to other girls who were trying their best to sing melodiously. I was already getting mad, when I realised Palak had also come. Suddenly, my lost delightfulness started to reappear. I prayed to God that she gets selected……!

And guess what, she did..!

{Rest continued in Chapter 8}

Chapter 6: THE ‘TOP’ TROUBLE April 21, 2008

RING RING RING RING

I checked the watch and it was 5 minutes past 12. I hurried up to pick up the phone. Somewhere inside my mind I prayed to God that its Naina’s call.

“Hello” I said.

“Hello…” a voice of a male answered. All of a sudden I got disappointed and a nano-second later, I got excited that at least someone called me.

“Happy Birthday hero….” he said again.

“Ohh…..Apurv…..Thankyou yaar.” I replied. I never expected a call from his side. Now let me tell something about Apurv. Basically, Apurv was my school class-mate. Also, he was my bench-mate from 3rd standard. And what more, he was my best friend. But still, I don’t know why I didn’t use to share my personal affairs with him. Although, I’d figure out a satisfactory reason for it:

My school life had different dimensions. School was a place where I was a ‘hero’, mainly because I was good in studies. So I never wanted to tell my school-friends, my problems and to appear like an under-confident boy.

We talked for over 15 minutes. He asked me if I am celebrating my birthday for which I refused. After the call ended, I went to sleep. I was thoroughly satisfied, because at least someone called me up tonight.

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AT TUITION:

I was not at all interested in celebrating my birthday. I guess all parties are more or less the same. People come, eat and go. Thats it. But on the urge of ‘Karun and company’, I decided to give a mini-treat to them. I called up Karun to escort me to market.

We bought some snacks, colddrinks, icecream etc. and beheaded for tuition. Karun appeared so excited as if he’d got a free subscription of penthouse for a year. Basically, after spending 4 months with him, I’d figure out that Karun was a different kind of boy.

First of all, I noticed he had absolutely no interest in girls which is an expceptional case for a boy. He had his own world and opinion of looking things. I’d never seen him frustrated or tensed. Although, he was a bit irritating sometimes, but nevertheless, he was an appealing boy.

It was nearly dark when we reached tuition. In winters days are short. As soon as I entered room, I experienced three different kinds of smells or better to say ‘perfumes’, one each from Giya, Rini and Rupal. They were dressed in a way that it was their birthday not mine. I took the farthest seat from the girls.

“Happy Birthday …!!!!”, all of them screamed.

“Thanks.” I replied and shook hands with each of them simultaneously flinched my nose. I am not sure, but I guess I had developed an allergy with perfumes.

“So lets start, where’s the cake??” Giya said looking at me.

“Ohh god, we forgot to get a cake.” Karun howled. I also got surprised how I forgot such an important thing.

“Anyways, doesn’t matters….lets open this large coke bottle and sing birthday cheers.” Rupal said. I blessed her intelligence. Its not everyday you get to hear such intelligent things from a girl.

So Karun stood up and shook the coke bottle vigorously with his hands in a fashion which reminded me of something I would not like to mention here. But if you’ve got it, my job is done. He did it in such a way that it got spilled up on all our clothes, walls, floor. I thanked god for Nitu Di was not in here. Otherwise, she would have fired us from here.

Everyone sang the birthday song. And then the so-called ‘mini-party’ started.

The next half an hour went gossiping about one another. The best thing was that none of us mentioned ‘Naina’. I looked at Giya, she was my first-crush. I saw her for the first time on my first day at Nitu Di’s tution. Giya was a year senior to me, and thats why I respected her a lot. She was not so-stylish as other girls, but she had a nice toned body radiating a healthy luminescence. Her best feature was her long-long hairs and her mesmerizing eyes.

“Hey Himanshu…..!!!” Rini who was now sitting beside me whispered in my ear as she noticed me staring Giya, “What are you looking at??”

“No na…..nothing.”

“Ohhoo….really?? I don’t think so.” Rini said again with such a tone which reminded me of my mom. She liked to tease me for Giya’s name.

I spoke nothing.

She stood up, “Hey friends, I have got one latest news for you people……”.

As soon I realised she’s gonna tell this to everyone, I reacted instantaneously. I don’t know why, but my hand reached her top to hold it and made her sit again. She got annoyed and started to pull my shirt. Others started to laugh.

“Now this is enough…!” I said and stood up. She acted quicker than me and ran outside the room towards the main gate.

“You.!!!! Wait I m coming.” I shouted and ran to chase her.

I was at least half-a-metre away from her when I stretched my hand to catch her. More unexpectedly, my hand caught her top again. I don’t know how it happened, but due to our momentom, we couldn’t control ourselves and hit the main gate and fell down. My hand was still holding her top which I noticed was torn away all round exposing her whole back including her pink-coloured bra.

For a while, I got shocked and stabilised myself to understand the situation. Why such nasty incidents occur to me always?? Rupal, Giya reached to Rini, who by now, appeared totally numb after this. Giya gave her ‘dupatta’ to cover Rini, while Karun was standing besides me trying to understand and figure out how it happened.

I cursed the ‘textile industry’ in my mind for manufacturing such a bad-quality fabric which couldn’t stand even a minor strain of my hand.

While I was planning a rubbish to file a ‘court case’ against textile-industry, suddenly, I saw someone approaching me. What worse, it was my mom. I was spellbound and frozen up. I felt like I have gone in ‘coma’. I tried to move, but my feets didn’t respond.

Before I could react, my mom got the idea of the situation. It had appeared like I have committed a ‘rape attempt’ against Rini. Giya, Rupal took Rini inside the room while Karun and me were still standing out there to wait for some reaction from my mom’s side.

Karun opened his mouth, but before he could say anything, I heard my mom saying:

“COME HERE RIGHT NOW……!!!!”

………………………..{Rest continued in Chapter 7}

Chapter 3 November 21, 2007

I reached there and to my surprise she was already sitting there. She stood up as she saw me. Oh my god!! only males can understand why your heart starts beating fast when a sexy girl stares you. I controlled my eyes to look into her eyes only, although there were much better things to see. This time her beautiful body was inside an orange top and a blue capry. The top was so tight on her body that a perfect outline of her bra was visible to me. I must say she had sexy legs which I noticed for the first time as she wore a capry. Anyways, we sat. I adjusted myself as I was already uncomfortable.

“So, Hi!!” I said slowly surely to start the conversation while she was staring the flowers in my hand.

“Hi!! hmmm.. nice place.” she said.

“Flowers for you.” I stood up again and stretched my hand to give her the flowers, which she accepted with great pleasure.

“So wats up, anything new?” I asked and simultaneously called a waiter to give the order.

“Nothing… u tell?” she replied and adjusted her hair. I must tell you Naina had got shoulder-length beautiful hairs.

I placed the order and then paused for a moment to think how to continue the conversation. You knw, its not everyday you get a chance to sit wid a hot girl.

“So, still upset about that call?” she asked.

“Nah.. ” I said trying to sound confident although my tone completely reflected that I am not.

“But your face says you are upset.” she said. You know I never understand where these girls learn to give such nasty comments.

The next 10 minutes went boring except the moments when Naina adjusted her top . Now see this is a very complicated procedure. Firstly, she starts adjusting it from backside by pulling it downwards. Then she repeats this procedure to sidewards and then finally in the front side. And you know as soon as she removes her hand, the top goes back to its initial position. I think doing this objectionable activity has two advantages to a girl:

Firstly, it gives the expression that the girl doesn’t want to expose, its only her ‘top’s’ fault.

Secondly, it drives the attention of the boys sitting there, which means even better exposure.

“You know I lied to my mom to come here, otherwise she won’t have allowed.” She whispered cautiously.

“Really??… what did u tell her?” I asked trying to sound interested although I was not.

“I told that I am going to meet Piya.”

“But Piya’s home is very near to you, didn’t your mom asked why you are going with your scooty?”

“Nah, that’s the problem naa….. I didn’t come with my scooty. I really went to Piya’s and she gave me lift for here.”

“Ohh!! so how you are going to return back?”

“Of course with you. Don’t tell me you are not going to drop me to home.” she said. Now how should I thank God for this. You know, I’ve never got a luck to make a girl sit with me on my bike.

“Yeh…. sure.” I said in a sober tone although my heart inside was dancing.

The next half an hour we talked things of no importance. She, as usual, talked about her only: she is planning to buy a puppy; she hates the face of her bro’s gf; her mom has put several restriction on her these days etc.While, I was watching her eating the icecream. Her tongue licking her chocolate coated lips….. ummmm…. the scene was too erotic. I wished I could help her doing that. Once she noticed me and smiled. But I can’t help.

“So, lets leave.” I said finally.

“Ok.” She said and stood up. “I am waiting for you outside.” She said again.

“Wait!”, I said , “Where are you going, who will pay the bill?” I yelled.

“What? You don’t know girls never pay the bill.” She replied trying to sound proud, although she was surprised.

“Hey, I am not your boy-friend. So why should I pay your bill!! Come on lets share it 50-50.” I howled.

Obviously, Naina was not expecting such a regard from my side. She flinched and opened her small purse, took out a 100 Rupees note and banged it on the table. I was waiting for this only. Now it was my turn.

“Thankyou dear. It was so nice of you. I was just kidding.” I said in a naughty tone and started laughing. Then I picked the note held her hand and returned it to her. She smiled. She opened her mouth to say something but I pointed my hand towards the door.

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ON THE BIKE:

I had a 15 year old model of Hero Honda which was obviously not suitable to ride with a girl. Anyways, she sat behind me. Now only a boy knows about the extraordinary experience of riding a bike with a girl sitting behind.

You know the great NEWTON”S LAWS OF MOTIONS are applicable here. When you apply the brakes, due to inertia of girl’s body, its front portion collides with your back. And this generates one of the most beautiful feeling of the world.

While driving, I tried this several times. Whenever I used to apply brakes, her breast used to get collide with my back. Oh God!!! I can’t explain that sensation. But if you’ve done it ever, you better know about it.

“So, u didn’t tell me who’s Rupal, Rimi?” She asked by bending her head towards my ear. She was smelling good.

“She’s Rini, not Rimi.” I replied.

“Ok baba, Who’s Rini?” she asked again.

“They are tution mates yaar.” I replied.

“That’s all?” she asked as if she’s wanting to hear that Rini’s my girlfriend.

“Of course dear. That’s all.” I said and laughed.

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TWIST NO. 1:

We reached there in 10 min. Although her home was just 3 kms., but I tried to drove as slow as I can, so that I could enjoy more pleasing moments.

She told me to drop her at Piya’s house which was a 100 metres away from her home. As I stopped bike, I saw an aunty coming outside the main gate. She stopped as she saw us. Naina screamed in my ear: “Oh My GOD!!! Mom!!!!!!!!”

My heartbeat stopped at once. Naina’s mom saw us together. Oh God!!…

…………………. continued in Chapter 4.