who was she?? Prologue: Mid night 1:30 am. i was half asleep in my room , thinking about what should i write now?? I was trying to kick my brain hard but unluckily i have no ghostly legs which can reach upto my head. I don’t know why few hours before i was smiling n feeling joy while having dinner as i had an intresting plot for writting but now seems like ‘YAMRAAJ’ took the soul of ma plot. Also it was raining so hard n lightning was going on continiously seems god was taking picture of ma tensed face. I was feeling starved too because of excitement of my new plot i didn’t ate the dinner properly but all those excitement were vanished n left me alone , also my parents too left me alone at the home coz they were attending a very far relative’s marriage ceremony or u can say ceremony in which he was going to surrender and being for life time jail ‘the umarqaid’ . hahaha poor guy. He is going change his martial status but he doesn’t knows that the sweet which is going to eat , its gonna ruin his stomach . Oh shit! How come this horrible thought stepped into my mind , no i will never gonna get married. Okay leave this hanging till death thought and lets detect some edible stuff which can stop my stomach which was abusing me continiously. I don’t know why i was a bit scared coz for the first time i was alone for a night in my huge bunglow. I wore my sleeprs n steppd downwards to the kitchen to investigate my fridge. I was about to step down from the last stair then suddenly watchman entered n said “ aarav baba a girl is asking for shelter its raining hard n she has a lot of luggage what do u say,shud i allow her? I was confused a girl with luggage at this time even in this bad weather. Okay no problem i should allow her i thought. ‘ ofcourse uncle please ask her to come coz its heavy rainy night’ i said. ‘okay aarav baba’ he said. I nodded n entred the kitchen. I opend the fridge and took an oversized apple which can help to shut the mouth of my abusing stomach. ‘tring’ the doorbell rang. It will be her. I saw through peephole of the door a girl was standing bending her head . I holded apple between my jaws n opened the door . she was staring the doormat. She lifted her head . what the.....my darling apple falled down on the floor n my jaws were opened. She was an angel from heaven or what . she was damn gorgeous man. Perfect face including glittery eyes with mascara once u looked into them,you could not turn away , wet open hairs of which some of them falling on her face , cute baby shaped nose whose tip was cherry red which reminded me of crying kareena kapoor . she was young , perhaps early to mid twenties. ‘ can i please stay here its raining hard n i have alot of luggage..just for a night please’ she said n made a baby face. Her words broke my imagination n i kept my gaze down. ‘oh ya my watchman told me about you plz come in’ i said and i signled my servent to keep the luggage in the drawing room. ‘please come in’ i said. ‘thanx’ she said n smiled. As she enterd she accidently stepped on the apple n she sleepd but ya i also had seen bollywood movies n i copied their common scene n holded her in my arms n saved her from falling on the floor. ‘Bloody apple’ i said n made her stand properly. ‘thanx’ she said again which sounded cute n she blushed a little. ‘now please come in careful this time’ i said n gave a smile. ‘wait i will get u a towel coz u are totally wet’ i said and walked fast for the towel. I gave her towel and showed her way to bathroom. With her behaviour i noticed that she was a little uncomfortable. Ofcourse any girl belonging to a good family will feel like that in this kind of situation. I waited for her in the drawing room. After twenty minutes she returned . she was wearing white salwaar kameez . Still without make up she looked stunning n again her eyes hipnotized me but i broked the hipnotism an extended my hand towards her ‘ hii i am aarav’ she too extnded her hands and shook and said ‘ hii myself anjali khurana’ . ‘punjabi’? i asked. ‘ya’ she replied. I asked her to sit on the couch. She smiled and sat. She was damn cute. ‘ you live here alone’ she asked while having a look at my huge bunglow. ‘ no i live with my parents , they have gone abroad to attend a wedding ceremony’ i said. What the hell was happpening to me man my heart was beating like ferarri car . i asked my servent to prepare coffee for us. Soon the coffee arrived for us and while taking the sip she asked ‘what’s ur full name’ after 2 min of silence. ‘ aarav bhaskar’ i replied. She gazed on me shockingly. ‘ if i am not wrong u are the admin of page my sweet diary on facebook and the writter of “mad ishq”.’ She asked curiously . i smiled and nodded. ‘ oh my god i am big fan of urs , i love ur writtings in other words u are a brilliant writter, i am die hard fan of ur witting Mr. Aarav , each n everyday i check for your updates’ she said in one breath. I felt embarresd .i was seriously embarrsd. ‘ no no itna achha v nai hu yaar’ i said while looking at the floor. ‘no you are’ she said and took a sip of the coffee. She didn’t uttered a word after that . i think she realised that she spoked much. 10 min later i broke the silence n said ‘ thanx for reading my stuffs’. she winked . Again my stomach started abusing me. ‘i am going to have some cup noodles u want some’? i asked. Firstly she hesitated but then she nodded. I stepped into kitchen and put the water into the utensil for boiling. ‘want some help’? she said while standing on the door. ‘oh ya can u please pass me cup noodles from the fridge’? i said. ‘ ofcourse’ she said n opend the fridge and handed me the noodles. ‘ so what do u do?’ i asked. ‘ i am a management student final year from BHU’ she replied. I poured the hot water into the cups and moved back to the hall. We sat on the couch opposite to each other. ‘i love tomato flavour’ she said while having a fork full of noodles. ‘same here’ i said. We talked a little and then she asked ‘ what about your next story’ . i raised my eyebrows n said in a low tone ‘ yaar there is scarcity of plots in my mind but soon i will get the plot’. ‘hmmm’ she said. We didn’t spoke for 15 mins. I drank the soup of noodles which sounded awkward while entering into my mouth. I finished my noodles kept the cup on the table n sat totally satisfied. ‘ i can help u out i have a plot but don’t know u will like it or not’ she said. Heavey rain with lightning , satisfied stomach , no sleep in eyes , and a beautiful stunning girl who has a plot for the story will not be a bad idea to spend the night. ‘ oh please tell me i will be greatfull for that’ i begged her. ‘sure?’ she asked . I bet you guys that night was a fantabulous night of my life. I was on the cloud nine as a most gorgeous girl i have ever seen was with me who helped me out to write my story with her chirpy n chukling voice. But guys the story i heard that night was the turing point of my life. It changed my views about paranormal activities. Rest of the night she told me the story . its a story about a guy sameer and his buddies who were college going students about a college trip . I choose to tell the story through sameer’s eyes coz he was the real hero of that story n a bit similar to me. So get ready for it. Stay tuned #avenger
Posted on: Thu, 29 Aug 2013 09:50:12 +0000