CHAPTER 1
658 Words
Beep... beep... beep...
The alarm rings and I start getting ready for college. For everyone out there who don't like going to college, I and Gaurav love it; no, we actually live it. I like reading books, either within the syllabus or out of it...
I start bathing, washing my pathetic body in the process. I hate my skinny self. I don't have curves at all and I hate it. I don't even know if I deserve Gaurav or not. Bathing quickly, I wear my black salwaar kameez, applying some talcum powder and combing my pathetic hair full of dandruff, I am ready.
I get out of my apartment, locking the door in the process. I go down as always, where Gaurav will come with a bike for us.I reach there and he is already standing outside with his bike, punctual as usual... How can he be so perfect? I love him for this. But I also know that I will never tell him. I am not worth him. He will never accept me. Maybe our friendship will also get affected. No, I can’t lose my only friend.
“Hello, Ms. space out. Where are you?,” I know my favourite voice and my favourite scent, his cologne...
“Mr. Sharma, are you jealous that I am thinking of someone special?,” I tease him but when I look closely at him, I can clearly see anger and possessiveness there. Is he really jealous for me? While I am thinking, I suddenly feel a pair of lips on my own.
"You are mine. Don’t ever think of leaving me... I love you. Leave me for someone and I will kill him,” he speaks in between the kiss. Does he really love me?
“What? Why will you love a bookworm like me? I don’t believe you,” I say and he pulls away, staring deeply inside my eyes, as if to search for my answer. He shakes his head slowly.
"You were never a bookworm. I have at least not seen a bookworm playing cricket. You are kind and warm inside. I love you and you are the most beautiful person for me.”
"Please say that again. I can't believe this. This surely is a dream,” I cry but these tears are of joy... And yes, if you are wondering that I am crazy for crying in such a situation, then yes I am... I am crazy for Gaurav...
“I love you stupid. I love you so much. And mind you, never think about someone special,” he says. Awwww...
“Are you sure that you don’t want me to think of someone special? Because my someone special’s name is Gaurav Sharma. I was thinking about you and how I am unworthy of you,” I speak slowly, communicating all my worries.
“Shut up i***t. You are worth all my love because I simply love Jessica. Don't ever speak lowly of her again. She is the most beautiful girl in my eyes and I love her. Now let's go to the college. I don't guess my inner Bookworm wants to miss his chance of reading books..."
I giggle and intertwine our fingers, riding on his bike towards our college. I am really very happy... My love is reciprocated by my Gaurav. He is mine. I love you too Gaurav, I love you too...
We reach the college on time, thanks to Gaurav's punctuality that we daily get here half an hour earlier than our first lecture, but today we have only ten minutes extra.
I bid my love a bye and a small peck on his cheek, surprising him... I go to the class only to find time reeling so slowly, I want to go and meet my new boyfriend and my old friend, of course both the people are the same. ;-)
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