I had the number of the girl I desired, but not the courage to put up a conversation with her. After having typed ‘Hi Kritika’ and deleting every single character for innumerable times, I gave up. Teenage lovers are the most moody people you can find on the façade of earth, I waited for a spasm of desperate-confidence to hit me.
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The Number Game
After the great blunder I committed by believing in the words of Aditya, I was confused and desperate…
Read FurtherIntimitated
A person whom you didn’t even know existed suddenly becomes someone you would love to live for.
This happened to me by just getting a glimpse of her…
The story begins.
Sitting at the back-most chair I found unoccupied I sulked for having been separated from my friends and pushed into a group of strangers.
This is how my unfortunate love story starts.
Prologue
Love is supposed to be blind.
I’m not sure about others but mine certainly is. My love is blind to the fact that she does not love me, it is blind to the fact that she often tries to ignore me, it is blind enough to not see that she would not ever be able to reciprocate the passion I feel for her.
The Portrait
part 3
Monday 6:00PM
December 14, 2018.
Mumbai, Maharashtra.
