tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-70245862905668153482024-03-13T22:57:52.888-06:00Pragzie's BlogPragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.comBlogger11125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-41734841938653782702011-04-18T07:00:00.000-06:002011-04-18T07:00:41.954-06:00Cuz Baby Tonight-Chapter 11<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali wondered where Rahul was after the dance he had completely disappeared.She couldn’t help but feel worried and insecure.There was something in Rahul’s eye that disturbed her,troubled her but yet she didn’t know what that was or the reason behind it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">The gate opened and she saw some of Rahul’s friends from Australia entering the lounge.She suddenly felt very nervous she had never met them she had just seen their pictures on Facebook.She wished Rahul was there with her as she knew for that they didn’t know that Rahul was getting married to her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">One of Rahul friend’s-Where’s Rahul?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Hey..i think he is over there in the corner<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Another friend of Rahul’s-What’s he doing there?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-I think Trisha is there<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul’s friend-No wonder he is there(All of his friends start laughing)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul’s friend-I wonder what the bride and groom are doing all alone in the corner<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali could feel her cheeks redden with embarrassment and humiliation.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Uh guys,Rahul’s bride is Anjali(pointing to her) not Trisha<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">There was an uncomfortable and awkward moment of silence .Rahul’s friends were looking at each other bewildered that Rahul and Trisha were not getting married<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul’s friend(Rohan)-Oh we are so sorry Anjali when we heard that Rahul was getting married to uh..Trisha<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali(with a forced smile)-Its absolutely fine.Don’t worry.Hi I am Anjali<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan-Congratulations<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul and Trisha entered the scene.Rahul’s expression almost frantic and Trisha’s eye were red from all the crying.As soon as she saw their old friends from Australia her lips turned into a genuine smile<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Well Well Well..look what the wind blew in<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan-Look Look Look..what the cat dragged in<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Rohan and company<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan-Trisha Modi<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha laughed and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>hearing her laugh Rahul’s frown turned into a smile.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha gave a side-hug to Rohan .<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">It almost felt like a reunion to Rahul.Rahul,Trisha and Rohan and company(which included Sid,Naman,Jesse and Arjun).<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul –Everybody this is Anjali and Anjali this is everybody.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan rolling his eyes-Hi I am Rohan,this is Sid,Naman,Jesse and Arjun(pointing to each one of them)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-It was so good to meet you all after so long but I need to go<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan-Aww Trish we just came you cant leave<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Arjun-Yup.Trish-Pish you cant leave<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Firstly,Arjun stop calling me Trish-Pish or Trishy-Pishy .Secondly,grow up and thirdly,I really need to go<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Good bye guys<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali could feel Rahul tense beside her.She looked up at him and saw his jaw muscles clenched his hands stretched out as if to stop Trisha .His eyes and face contorted with pain<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan knew why Trisha was leaving it was so obvious she loved Rahul-Ok then By(He was interrupted by a frantically waving Kanika who as usual had some plan up her sleeve)Trish you cant go.You are my date for tonight and<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>you cant just ditch me<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Since when I am your date?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rohan-Since now<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali felt a surge of irritation towards Trisha.she didn’t want to but she couldn’t help it.</span></b><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">If she wants to go then why doesn’t she go?<b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><o:p></o:p></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Bro since you are the “Man” tonight why don’t you start the Karaoke?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-Fine.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">He climbed up the stage.The DJ gave a thumbs up sign to Kanika.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Dj-Sing the song that comes on the screen and dance with the person who you relate the song with.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul read the name of the song on the screen and ofcourse it reminded him of Trisha .<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;">Anjali looked at him, her cheeks red with anticipation . Her hands were already stretched out<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>as she was sure that Rahul will asks her for a dance. To her utmost shock Rahul didn’t even look in her direction . He just walked towards Trisha . Anjali’s heart broke . It was like Trisha had some unexplainable hold on Rahul . She saw the surprise and embarrassment on Trisha’s face . She remembered Rohan’s words<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif";">Oh we are so sorry Anjali when we heard that Rahul was getting married to uh..Trisha<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal">Was some thing going on between Rahul and Trisha but Rahul was not a person who would cheat on his partner . But then, boys are boys . Or maybe they had some thing in the past and it looked like their flame was still burning . When Rahul and Trisha looked at each other even strangers can feel the love . She felt unwanted in her own party . She didn’t want to create a scene so she chose not to interrupt Rahul and Trisha . A lump formed in her throat as she remembered the song lyrics . The song spoke of regret . Regret of leaving the partner .<i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"> Could Rahul possibly be regretting the fact that he left Trisha ? <o:p></o:p></i></div><div class="MsoNormal">She didn’t even know if Rahul and Trisha shared<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>some thing . </div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan-You are going to hell . I hope you know that Kanu </div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika groaned “ I know I know .I am a horrible person for hurting Anjali but I just cant stand and watch 3 lives getting ruined . You and me perfectly know that Anjali and Rahul will never be happy together”</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan-Can’t you atleast think of a better method </div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika(biting her lips )-Unfortunately I can’t. </div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika( this time her tone was soft )-Are you I mean when are you going back to Australia ?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan turned towards her ,resting his elbows on the bar-I don’t think I am </div><div class="MsoNormal">Her heart erupted with joy-Really you are not ?( she realized that she was practically screaming with joy. She changed her tone to a casual one) Oh I mean you are not . Why any special reason ?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan smiled at her obvious euphoria . Her smile tugging the strings of his heart –Yes I have a very special reason ( he leaned in and whispered in her ears) the reason is you.</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika –What?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan-I am not leaving because you are here </div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika blushed –Hmm</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan-I tell you I am leaving Australia for you and you say hmm . Great,<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>absolutely great Kanika. Aren’t you the greatest conversationalist in the world . Hmph and she calls herself an English graduate ( he muttered under his breathe )</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika-What did you say ?(she looked at him suspiciously but he just shook his head )I don’t know what to say(a strange mix of confusion and happiness lines her voice)You already know how I feel about you( she said shyly Rohan gave a smug yet soft smile) .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now shut up let me look at RaTri . They look gorgeous together,don’t they ?</div><div class="MsoNormal">Rohan-Yes they do just like us .</div><div class="MsoNormal">Kanika smiled at him and put her arms around his wait<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>leaning her head on his chest as she looked at her brother and the love of his life dance to the song which defined their situation . This was her perfect moment .<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>She glanced at Anjali<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>who was struggling to hold back her tears.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(The song Begins)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">This time, This place<br />
Misused, Mistakes<br />
Too long, Too late<br />
Who was I to make you wait<br />
Just one chance<br />
Just one breath<br />
Just in case there’s just one left<br />
Cause you know, <br />
you know, you know<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[endif]--><o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">Trisha looked at him completely bewildered as he walked past Anjali,towards her . She took a step back . “May I ?” he asked softly and even though she didn’t want to she held his outstretched arm . Inspite oh herself she felt a blush on her cheeks when after years Rahul held her wait as they danced . The lyrics of the song made her look at Rahul as he sang the song with a meaningful look in his eye. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
That I love you<br />
I have loved you all along<br />
And I miss you<br />
Been far away for far too long<br />
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me <br />
and you’ll never go<br />
Stop breathing if <br />
I don’t see you anymore<br />
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On my knees, I’ll ask<o:p></o:p></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; font-style: normal; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;">She glanced around and saw Kanika and Rohan talking to each other . She smiled finally the two of them are together . Rahul looked at Anjali’s horrified face as guilt punched him where it hurt the most. </span></b><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%;">Oh my god what am I doing ?What is wrong with me ?How could I have over looked Anjie ?.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
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Last chance for one last dance<br />
Cause with you, I’d withstand<br />
All of hell to hold your hand<br />
I’d give it all<br />
I’d give for us<br />
Give anything but I won’t give up<br />
Cause you know, <br />
you know, you know<br />
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That I love you<br />
I have loved you all along<br />
And I miss you<br />
Been far away for far too long<br />
I keep dreaming you’ll be with me <br />
and you’ll never go<br />
Stop breathing if <br />
I don’t see you anymore<br />
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So far awaY(2)<br />
Been far away for far too long<br />
So far away(2)<br />
Been far away for far too long<br />
But you know, you know, you know <br />
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I wanted<br />
I wanted you to stay<br />
˜Cause I needed<br />
I need to hear you say<br />
That I love you<br />
I have loved you all along<br />
And I forgive you<br />
For being away for far too long<br />
So keep breathing<o:p></o:p></span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #1f497d; mso-themecolor: text2;">Rahul and Trisha both knew why Rahul thought of Trisha when the song played . Flashes of the night when Trisha had waited for Rahul to return to the apartment played infront of their eyes. She had waited and waited but he hadn’t returned to stop her from leaving . Rahul had always regretted not stopping her .He wanted her to stay with him forever. As the song progressed they forgot about the watching crowd,both of them lost in the song and the memories that the song awakened. <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><span style="font-family: "Arial","sans-serif"; font-size: 12.0pt; line-height: 115%; mso-ansi-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-font-family: Calibri; mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-fareast-theme-font: minor-latin;"><br />
˜Cause I am not leaving<br />
Hold on to me and <br />
never let me go<br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[if !supportLineBreakNewLine]--><br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /> <!--[endif]--></span></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-9870541302968035752011-02-11T06:20:00.000-07:002011-02-11T06:20:26.043-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight-Chapter 10<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">As soon as the song ended Rahul excused himself and went to search for Trisha<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">He found out standing in the corner .A glass of scotch in her and tears on her face,her eyes closed.His heart ached to see her like that.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">He went up to her and quietly said-I am Sorry<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">She opened her eyes and said-For?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-You know for what Trisha.For hurting you always without meaning to<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Its not your fault.It’s mine I came over here even though I knew it would hurt me.(Taking short breaths) I thought that I could do it.(her voice breaking.Rahul moved forward and held her gently)I thought that I could really do it..see you with Anjali,see you getting married to her.(She let out a slow sob as she held Rahul tighter her hands clutching at his shirt,his hands automatically reaching to comfort her)I can’t Rahul I can’t watch my dreams fall anymore .I am tired…ti.red…of all thi..s pain you know?D..on’t get me wrong Rahul I am very happy for you .Happy that you have finally found the one you love,the one you want to be with it,your soulmate but I cant help be sad that I am not that girl.It hurts me that while you are my soulmate I cant be yours.It hurts that while I haven’t been able to move on and you have.It breaks my heart Rahul that we are not meant for each other.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul could feel his own eyes getting wet.He held Trisha tighter.Her sobs were making her shiver.He had managed to do the impossible.He had managed to shatter Trisha’s hopes and dreams.The dreams and hopes she had lived on since she was 11.She had loved him unrequitedly and unconditionally since she knew what was love.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-Trisha never let go of your hopes;your dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-My dream is now some one else’s dream.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-Some body’s dream shouldn’t let you go of your own dreams.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-I am sorry for spoiling your party.I was anyways just leaving.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-No.Don’t go..please<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Rahul,I hope you know that I didn’t come to this party to make you feel guilty.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-I know Trish.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha smiled as after a year Rahul called her Trish<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-Trish.Please stay<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-No Rahul it’s best that I leave.So I guess it’s goodbye(a lump forming in her throat)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-No.No..No.Just because I am getting married that doesn’t mean that we cant be friends<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Friends?Rahul that’s the problem .I am not as great as everyone thinks I am .I cannot even stand seeing you two together how will I be able to see you both after you get married<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul(His heart breaking.He didn’t want her to go but he didn’t know how to stop her either.He loved her but he didn’t know how to tell her that without sounding like an absolute jerk.He wanted to be with her but he didn’t know how to do that without breaking Anjali’s heart)-I don’t want you to go Trish.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Please Rahul don’t start this now.Please<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali wondered where Rahul was after the dance he had completely disappeared.She couldn’t help but feel worried and insecure.There was something in Rahul’s eye that disturbed her,troubled her but yet she didn’t know what that was or the reason behind it.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">The gate opened and she saw some of Rahul’s friends from Australia entering the lounge.She suddenly felt very nervous she had never met them she had just seen their pictures on Facebook.She wished Rahul was there with her as she knew for that they didn’t know that Rahul was getting married to her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">One of Rahul friend’s-Where’s Rahul?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Hey..i think he is over there in the corner<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Another friend of Rahul’s-What’s he doing there?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-I think Trisha is there<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul’s friend-No wonder he is there(All of his friends start laughing)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul’s friend-I wonder what the bride and groom are doing all alone <o:p></o:p></span></b></div></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-38285973413805124522011-02-05T06:08:00.002-07:002011-02-05T06:24:34.550-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight-Chapter 9<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"><br />
<div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">In The lounge:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Kanika-You know which song to play first right?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Dj-Yes.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Kanika-Good.Thank You<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Dj-Can we have the groom and his beautiful bride on the stage please<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul looked at Trisha whose lips were in a forced smile.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Anjali pulled him to the dance floor<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">As the song played Trisha’s heart was crippled by pain as she recognized the song.The feeling of being replaced by some one always over whelms a person.That feeling filled Trisha completely as she saw Rahul and Trisha dance on Book Of Love.She could feel Rahul’s gaze on her.His eyes unreadable .<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Fresh tears tears formed in her eyes.Six years ago,she had danced for the first time with Rahul as a “couple” on that very song.It had become “their song”The song they made a point to dance everyday at their anniversary.The song which filled Trisha’s heart with joy now filled her heart with pain.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She ran away from there.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Anjali followed Rahul’s eyes to the place where Trisha had stood just a moment ago.She looked into his eyes.His eyes were distressed and she thought she had seen traces of pain too.She brushed those thoughts aside.Its the party of their engagement why will he be in pain ? She wondered.She raise her eyes questioningly when Rahul finally locked his eyes with her.He shook his head and gave a small smile.Throughout the dance he kept searching for some one,some thing.His eyes now remorseful.It almost felt like if he had the chance he would leave her and go.The thought made her hold Rahul tighter than ever.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Anjali-Rahul,are you ok?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Yeah..why will I not be fine?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Choosing to ignore her doubts she rested her head on his chest.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: 'Bookman Old Style', serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul felt like a jerk,once again.He was so sure that he loved Anjali and that he had gotten over Trisha.But when he saw Trisha today he could no longer deny the feelings hid in his heart.When Trisha ran out of the lounge tears streaming down her face he felt the urge to reach out and to her comfort her.He almost did but that was when he remembered that he was dancing with Anjali,his fiancée,at their engagement party.He loved Anjali maybe not in the way he loved Trisha but he did love her,and it was that love that held him from running away from the dance floor to Trisha.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-40997982322850375212011-01-15T11:25:00.000-07:002011-01-15T11:25:37.656-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight-Chapter 8<div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">He ran to door and pulled it open ready to shout but what he saw filled him with sadness and fear.Trisha was standing at the door crying hysterically .She was trying to say something but her crying made her incoherent.She finally lost all her strength and was about to fall when Rahul held her and pulled her to his arms.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Rahul-Shh!Trisha !Baby(cupping her face,his voice soothing)What happened?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha-S..a..m..<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Rahul-What happened to Sam?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha-I..i ..we..nt to his apartment to stay but when I entered I found him ..(her sobs grew luder and she clutched Rahul)I found lying on the floor and a bottle of sleeping pills in his hand<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Rhul hugged her tighter-How is he?Trisha-He..<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">She fainted but Rahul knew the answer.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Back to present:<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha finally averted her eyes from Rahul’s.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-Hi Trisha!I love your dress too.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">She forced a smile-“Thank You Rahul”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul smiled he loved the way she said his name.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul”How are you?Its been a really long time since we met or talked”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-“Hmm..its been one or two years.I am fine .(at that moment Anjali joins them)Congratulations to you both.”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul’s smile faded.He couldn’t understand why she had to come.He knew it was killing her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Anjali-Thank You*linking her arms with Rahul)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Excuse me.(she lowered her voice so only Kanika could hear)while I go and puke..<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika smirked.Rahul looked questioningly at her.She shaked her head.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Times New Roman","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika liked Anjali but she was no Trisha.Her oaf of an brother loved Trisha but he was still marrying Anjali because of his ego that Trisha had wounded.Trisha loved <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Rahul but she thought he loved Anjali and she didn’t want her love to come in between.Typical RaTri(that was the name Kanika had invented for them while they were going around).It was time to play Cupid!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha stood at the bar looking at the “IT”couple of the moment<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika- having a good time?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Oh absolutely.Nothing like watching the person you love with his trophy fiancée.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika rolls her eyes-Then why did you come?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Because I had too see it to believe it<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Believe what?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-Believe that he is going to marry some one else.Anyways I need a drink.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Tell him you love him<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Trisha-No.I don’t want him to feel like he’s breaking<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>my heart<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">After some-time<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Bro<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-Behna<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-This aprty is getting boring..lets go to the lounge nearby.It has karaoke and soft music my head is spinning due to this cacophony of rock music<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-You do realize its my wedding party I just cant shift it<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Please Bhaiyya(giving him an innocent distressed look)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-ok!fine..only if you tell me what Trisha told you<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-When?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-when Anjali joined us<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-Oh!she said “Excuse me while I go and puke”<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul laughed-So Trisha to say that.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-She loves you..you know?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul-I don’t know<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Kanika-She does..It’s killing her to be here to see you with Anjali but she’s still here as she knows that it will mean a lot for you if she’s here<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoQuote" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #95b3d7; font-family: "Bookman Old Style","serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent1; mso-themetint: 153;">Rahul(Drinking his beer in one go)-Let’s go to the lounge.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-72255419930792356532011-01-01T08:44:00.001-07:002011-01-01T08:44:40.302-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight-Chapter 7<div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b>In those rare day,Rahul and Trisha fought,Rahul generally stormed out of their apartment and Trisha would sit in the corner of her room with her knees pulled up to her chest and her hands encircled around her knees.So when Rahul entered the apartment he went straight to Trisha's room.But to his surprise..Trisha was not in her room nor was she in the apartment.He was beginning to get worried.Rahul saw a letter on Trisha's bed .Instinctively he opened her cupboards and sure enough it was empty he frantically searched all the drawers and they all were empty too.He tore open the envelope and inhaled the smell of Trisha's perfume .Trisha always sprayed her envelopes and letter pads with her favorite perfume.</b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i>Rahul<b>,</b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i>I am so sorry I left without telling you.I Love You Rahul and that's why I had to leave.I am not strong enough to stay here in this apartment,where we have so many memories,after our breakup and I am sorry for that.I waited for you but you never came. It was not meant to end like this ,was it?It wasn't supposed to be our last anniversary but it is our last one.The time we spent together is the time I will cherish for the rest of my life.If we are meant to be Rahul,I know that we are I still feel it we will end up together someday sometime when fate wants us to but I don't think we are supposed to be together right now. .I tried to make our relationship strong and build up the trust every relationship needs but I evidently failed. I tried hard Rahul,I really did,I don't know where I went wrong and what was the mistake I made.It hurts that I could never get you to trust me.Someone once said that there can be no true love without trust and I agree.You trust only those whom you love.You trust only those who you know love you and wont hurt you.It breaks my heart Rahul that even after all these years you still didn't trust me or believe in my love for you.Thats why I broke up with you,because I cant stay with some body who doesn't trust me and will be suspicious of my every move;I cant stay with somebody who even after 5 years doesn't believe in me or in my love.I am Sorry Rahul.<b></b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i>Love You,<b></b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i>Trisha<b></b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i>P.s-I know it doesn't make any sense,but it was important for me and for you to know why I broke up<b>.</b>Maybe some would this a stupid reason to break up however for me trust is important and maybe you will tell me that you do trust me but you sure have got a funny way to show it.Bye Rahul..take care of yourself and the apartment .I know you already know where I am going but please dont try and contact me atleast for a few days.Sorry.<b></b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b>The paper fell out of Rahuls hands .His legs gave away and he fell on the floor.He pulled his knees to his chest and his arms around his knees and his head on his arms.He cried like he had never cried before.His sobs shook his body.He had never wanted for her to feel unwanted or unloved as he loved her and he wanted her more than wanted he needed her.How could he have been so stupid?so insensitive?<i></i></b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i><b>Hoo jo bhi mila, woh kho gaya</b><br />
<b>Tujhko pataa hai aisa hi sadaa hota hai<br />
Jaana hi tha woh jo gaya, dil tu akela aise kyun bhala rota hai</b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b><i><br />
</i></b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><i><b>He made the one girl who loved him with all her heart unloved and unwanted.What can be worse than that?Surely nothing.It was in his nature to get insecure easily.He had never felt he deserved Trisha's unconditional love.So he had always felt that someday Trisha would move on to a better guy.His insecurity had only worsened .He knew he was overreacting but still he couldn't stop worrying about Trisha and Sam.His intention was never to hurt Trisha or drive away Trisha.It just happened.</b></i></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b><i>His sobs only seemed to get worse .He hated himself for hurting Trisha.He felt even worse that Trisha was blaming herself for all this.</i></b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b><i>Before he could think more about this the bell rang .He went to the washroom to wash his face.The person who was at the door was beginning to annoy him .The bell had rung 10 times in 30 seconds.</i></b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b><i>Rahul(yelling)-I am coming!Give me a second!</i></b></div><div align="center" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 2px;"><b><i>He ran to door and pulled it open ready to shout but what he saw filled him with sadness and fear.Trisha was standing at the door crying hysterically .She was tr</i>ying to say something but her crying made her incoherent.She finally lost all her strength and was about to fall when Rahul held her and pulled her to his arms.</b></div><div><b><br />
</b></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-70913378987649005732010-12-18T06:10:00.001-07:002010-12-18T07:50:22.233-07:00Cuz Baby Tonigh-Chapter 6<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-She is my friend why will she lie to me?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-And I am not your anything right?that’s why I will cheat on you and lie to you.This hurts much more than you doubting me…you believe Michelle and not me.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-That’s not what I meant<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-That’s exactly what you meant<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She ran to her apartment which was just a few blocks away tears streaming down her face .Her heart breaking with a deafening sound and numbing pain.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">As soon as she reached their apartment she tore the present she had made for Rahul into a thousand pieces just like her heart .<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.0pt; border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She packed her bags and left the apartment leaving a letter for Rahul.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She met Michelle in the staircase she stopped and gave her an angelic smile<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-You Bitch<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext .75pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She slapped Michelle hard on her smug face and left.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He didn’t know the reason why he didn’t follow her to their apartment<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He was too shocked to think about anything.He had roamed in the streets of Surfer’s Paradise, Gold Coast for ages not knowing what to do.He knew what he did was wrong and he shouldn’t have mistrusted Trisha;The girl who had loved him since she was 11 .The girl who had never dated anyone else even when they were not together because she loved him even when he didn’t.He felt like kicking himself hard.Most people in the world spend their entire life waiting/searching for some one who loves them with all their heart without any selfish reason he had a person who loved him in the most selfless way possible and he hurt her ,he made her cry.He was a perfect arse.He reached the beach .He sat on the sand remembering all the moment he and Trisha shared on this beach.It broke his heart to think that they may not be the couple they used to be and it was all his fault.At sunrise he finally decided to go back to the apartment<o:p></o:p></span></b></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-66494398460252042692010-12-12T07:03:00.000-07:002010-12-12T07:03:10.243-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight The DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again-Chapter 5<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"><b></b></span></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She saw him waiting on of the table.He looked a tad bit irritated as she was (checks her watch)1 our later.<o:p></o:p></span></b></b></span></div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: medium;"><b> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-I am so sorry baby!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">All signs of boredom and irritation left his face and only a smile was left.A smile that made Trisha’s heart stop for a moment.A smile only for her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He let out a slow whistle she winked and twirled showing off the dress and shoes.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Wow!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha’s smile broadened .He pulled her into his arms and she gave hima small peck.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul(softly whispering into her ears)-Happy anniversary .I love You!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">You are the most beautiful woman I have ever seen .<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha’s blush deepened and she whispered back-Happy Anniversary to you too.I love you more than you can imagine.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-So where’s my gift?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-At home.It’s nothing compared to your gift though<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-You brought it na?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-No<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-You made it?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha nodded<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Then it’s definitely better than my gift.I cannot wait to see it.What is it?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div style="border-bottom-color: windowtext; border-bottom-style: solid; border-bottom-width: 1.5pt; border-color: initial; border-left-style: none; border-right-style: none; border-top-style: none; border-width: initial; padding-bottom: 1pt; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"> <div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-You will see.Right now let’s eat as I am starving.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha(her eyes closed as she savored her favorite dessert Mud cake) -Oh My Gosh!this is heavenly <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul laughed and wiped the chocolate sauce from the corners of her lips.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-I know you are enjoying the cake but your cell is ringing since te past 5 minutes<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-What?Oh sorry!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She picked up her phone<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-Hey Sam..What’s up?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul’s smile turned into a frown<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-Sam don’t irritate me I am out ..Bye!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">(After Trisha switches off her mobile)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Was That Sameer?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha(smiling)-Yeah!<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Is he the reason you stay so late in office every night?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha(raising her eyebrows)-Excuse Me?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Is something going on between you two?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-How could you even think that?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-I have my reasons you spend so much of time with him and you are so close to him<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-I cannot believe you Rahul.On our 5<sup>th</sup> anniversary you are asking me if I am cheating on you?(Rahul was about to interrupt her but she stopped him)I have loved you since I was 11 years old.I loved you when you didn’t love me back.I held onto you for all these years because I knew we would be together someday I waited for you for 8 years and you are still questioning my ability to remain faithful?Do you even know how hard it is to love someone who doesn’t love you back?Do you know how much it makes your heart aches?But I still never moved on from you because I believed in us and you are asking me if I am cheating on you?(tears running down her cheeks)and I have had enough of your inability to trust me Rahul.I am tired.Sam is a friend who is going through a tough time if I wont be there for him who will?When you spied on me and Sam I did not tell you anything when you questioned me about this the first time I kept quiet but Rahul this is the 100<sup>th</sup> time you are asking me and I am so fed up .You know what(choking back a sob as a lump formed in her throat)Love is important in a relationship but it is not the only thing …trust is also a very big part of a relationship and if our relationship doesn’t have that then I don’t want to be in it.(She gets up from her chair .Rahul tried to stop her by holding her hand..tears streaming down both their faces)Come back to me when you can trust me.(her heart was breaking but she knew what she was doing was correct)<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She ran out of the restaurant her heart wrenching ..Rahul ran after her.<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Trisha I am so sorry for doubting you I Love You<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha stopped-Don’t say that!please don’t say that<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Michelle told me that she saw you and Sam together in each <o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-That’s enough Rahul..and seriously Michelle?you believe her and not me?<o:p></o:p></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-She is my friend why will she lie to me?<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #943634;"><o:p></o:p></span></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #943634; text-align: center;"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><br />
</span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="color: #943634; text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: verdana, helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; font-weight: normal;"><i>I could feel a hot one taking me down<br style="clear: left;" />For a moment, I could feel the force<br style="clear: left;" />Veiny to the point of tears<br style="clear: left;" />And you were holding on to make a point<br style="clear: left;" />What's the point?</i></span></span></b></div></b></span>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-74414074148444954532010-12-10T11:28:00.001-07:002010-12-10T11:30:13.926-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight The DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again-Chapter 4<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha broke into sobs<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Trish..why are you crying?I am so sorry I didn’t know proposing you would make you cry..am I so bad?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-No idiot I am crying because I am happy!i am so overwhelmed by happiness that i did not know how to control it.I have been wanting you since so long..for 8 years I have loved you and now I have got you..!I have got what I wanted the most..your love!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She hugged him !<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Let’s dance ..<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-what?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-Don’t you rememeber this restaurant?We came here once and laughed at all couples who were dancing to ridiculously slow songs?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha looked around –Oh yeah!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Rahul-So what say ?Do you want to dance to a ridiculously slow song?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha-Yes!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">He held her hand and pulled her close to him.His hands on her waist and her hands placed delicately on his shoulder and her head on his chest<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span"><i>The book of love is long and boring</i></span><i><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">No one can lift the damn thing</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">It's full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But I</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I love it when you read to me</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You can read me anything</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The book of love has music in it</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">In fact that's where music comes from</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Some of it is just transcendental</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Some of it is just really dumb</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But I</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I love it when you sing to me</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You can sing me anything</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The book of love is long and boring</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And written very long ago</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">It's full of flowers and heart-shaped boxes</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And things we're all too young to know</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But I</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I love it when you give me things</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You ought to give me wedding rings</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And I</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I love it when you give me things</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You ought to give me wedding rings</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And I</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">I love it when you give me things</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">And you</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You ought to give me wedding rings</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You ought to give me wedding rings<o:p></o:p></span></i></span></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><br />
</span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">Trisha gave a small sigh.How is one supposed to react when all their dreams come true?How is one supposed to react when they get everything they have ever wanted?How is one supposed to react when the person they have loved for 8 years finally proposes to them?<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">All these 8 years her friends had asked her why did she love rahul even when he didn’t..sometimes even she had asked herself that question..Somewhere deep in her heart she knew Rahul and her were meant to be together.She had waited all these 8 years for this moment..this feeling.This moment was worth all the pain she had ever felt ..the sadness which engulfed her frequently as the person she loves didn’t love her.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">What is meant to happen happens and she was always sure one day or the other they would happen and she was glad she had waited for him and had never given her heart to anyone else .She had always believed that her love was enough for both of them and that her l0ve was strong enough to overcome the moments where she felt she should move on.If you want something from all your heart .if you really wish for something..if you really believe in something then there is no reason as to why it can’t happen!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">She always told everyone to believe in their dreams in their love in themselves.Without Hope and belief no person can be truly happy.Those are the things which makes a person strong enough to overcome all their troubles.If there is no hope in a person there is no will to live inside a person and that’s the saddest thing ever.People who dream but don’t believe in it people who love but don’t believe in it people who are talented but don’t believe it.What could be worse?The most beautiful thing about hope was that it appears when you have lost all the hope in the world.Her favorite story had been The Pandora’s Box .It had a beautiful message about hope.The “hope fairy “ had come with all the troubles in the world to help ease it and she(hope)is always there for us.Some times we may not think so and loose our will to live but when you want to live again that is when you see hope again!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #a64d79;"><span class="apple-style-span"><b><i><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">(Make a wish and place it in your heart. Anything you want. Everything you want.</span></i></b></span><b><i><span style="font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Do you have it? Good. Now believe it can come true. You never know where the next miracle is going to come from, the next smile. The next wish come true.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">But if you believe that it is right around the corner. And you open your heart and mind to the possibility of it. To the certainty of it.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">You just might get the thing you're wishing for.</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">The world is full of magic. You just have to believe in it. So make your wish. Do you have it?</span><br />
<span class="apple-style-span">Good. Now believe in it. With all your heart.</span><span class="apple-converted-space"> <o:p></o:p></span></span></i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">-<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><span class="apple-converted-space"><b><i><span style="color: #a64d79; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;">One Tree Hill)</span></i></b></span><span class="apple-style-span"><b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #244061; font-family: Corbel, sans-serif; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%;"><o:p></o:p></span></i></b></span></div><div style="border-bottom: solid windowtext 1.5pt; border: none; mso-element: para-border-div; padding: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in;"><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="border: none; mso-border-bottom-alt: solid windowtext 1.5pt; mso-padding-alt: 0in 0in 1.0pt 0in; padding: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-61081766265760795522010-12-08T03:02:00.001-07:002010-12-08T03:02:46.773-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight The DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again-Chapter 3<div class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">As she entered the restaurant where Rahul had proposed her 5 years ago she could not help but remember that night!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">She did not know why she was here….rahul had called her and had told her to come here….she was so angry with Rahul he called her a jealous stalker.Ok!she did stalk Rahul and Naina for a while as she was a teeny weeny bit jealous and afraid to loose Rahul to Naina.Maybe he had called her to apologize .<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">As soon as she entered the restaurant she heard Rahul’s voice..she searched for him in vain.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Suddenly everything went dark ..and there were two spot lights one on her and one on rahul who seemed to have magically appeared.Rahul took a step and sang :<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">“Tu Jaan Hai Armaan Hai Mere Pyaar ki Pehchan Hai<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Par Thodi Thodi Tu nadaan Hai”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha looked at him questioningly he smiled and took a step closer to her <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">“Tu Jo Kahegi Mein Vaisa Karoonga <o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Teri har zidd ko Pura Karoonga”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha smiled on the inside but put a fake frown on her face as she was still annoyed at him for calling her a jealous stalker and tears formed in her eyes and she took a step closer to him<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">“Chalo Baba Maaf Karo Hans Bhi Do<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Maine Dil Saaf Keh Bhi Do”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Rahul held is ears and then he folded his hands .Trisha now could not help but smile and they both took a step closer to each other<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">“Roothna Maanana Hai Pyaar Ki Ada<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">Kaise Jeeyonga mein tumse hoke juda ?”<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #5f497a; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent4; mso-themeshade: 191;">They took one more step and they finally reached their destination-each other’s arms!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-69995188152059329552010-12-06T05:54:00.002-07:002010-12-06T05:54:43.840-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight The DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again-Chapter 2<div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">2 years Ago:<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha grumbled as she entered her apartment.Furious that she ad to work on her anniversary.She had wanted to spend the special day with Rahul.She searched for Rahul in his room but he was not there<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha(muttering)-Great now even Rahul is not there!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">She slammed open her bedroom door.As she dumped her bags on her bed her eye fell on a note.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trishy,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Firstly calm down.It’ ok that you had to work on our anniversary ..it’s not like it’s our last one!(</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha blushed reading this)<b>anyways this day is too precious..let us not waste this day by being sad or angry .I only want you to smile today and think about me :P..us and how special you are to me!This day is still not over!<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">I am waiting for you :)you know where!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Love,<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Rahul!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">P.s-You might want to check your room properly!<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Trisha squealed excitedly.She loved surprises especially when they came from Rahul.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">After searching a lot she found her present .<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">Her eyes gleamed seeing the Gucci bag and 5 roses-one for each year they were together.<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">She opened the Gucci bag and saw a little black dress and a red heels<o:p></o:p></span></i></b></div><div align="center" class="MsoNormal" style="line-height: normal; margin-bottom: .0001pt; margin-bottom: 0in; text-align: center;"><b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">She almost hugged the red heels.</span></i></b><i style="mso-bidi-font-style: normal;"><span style="color: #943634; font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif"; font-size: 13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt; mso-bidi-font-weight: bold; mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman"; mso-themecolor: accent2; mso-themeshade: 191;">So Rahul was not oblivious of her fetish for red shoes after all<b>!She thought happily .<o:p></o:p></b></span></i></div>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7024586290566815348.post-49001262232773572222010-12-04T05:04:00.000-07:002010-12-04T05:05:03.313-07:00Cuz Baby Tonight The DJ Got Us Falling In Love Again-Chapter 1<p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><i><span style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#3333FF">Cuz baby tonight</span></i></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><i><span style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#3333FF">the DJ got us falling in love again</span></i></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><i><span style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#3333FF">Yeah baby tonight </span></i></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><i><span style="font-size:10.0pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#3333FF">the DJ got us falling in love again</span></i></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt; font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Trisha lip-synced the song as she entered the snazzy disco trying to calm herself.</span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">She was extremely confused</span></b><b><i><span style="font-size:10.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">.</span></i></b><b><i><span style="font-size:13.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif"; mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; color:#993399">How is one supposed to behave in the pre-wedding party of the person she loves?</span></i></b><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt;mso-bidi-font-size: 11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">She wondered .Taking a deep breath and putting on a fake smile on her face she opened the doors.She hated herself for being so bitter on his special day.All she wanted was for him to be happy.Isnt that what love about?Its not selfish..it's more about doing everything you can to see a smile on the face of the person of you love than being with them.But then for her the question-what is love?was always rhetorical it had no real definition everyone had different versions about what love is.She hit herself on her head...this was not the correct time to think about the definition of love..<i>Focus Trish Focus..</i>she mumbled to herself this was not the time to think about the definition of love..There was a time when he loved her but now he was marrying Anjali.She knew she had to move on .Falling in love is easy its the falling out part which is always difficult and he was Rahul the person she had loved since she was 11 years old.</span></b><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family: "Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family: "Times New Roman";color:black"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">She spotted Rahul and Anjali on the dance floor.Maybe it was only her but Rahul seemed unhappy <span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>and uncomfortable.Before she had time to think about it more rahul’s sister Kanika hugged her tightly<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Kanika-Trish..you came!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Trish-I cant believe I did..but I wanted to be there with him on his special day ..i know it will mean a lot to him<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Kanika-Mad you are!you still love him na?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Trisha(a sad smile on her face) -How can I not?<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Kanika-He doesn’t deserve it<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Trisha-Shut up!(she slapped Kanika lightly)<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Kanika shook her head in amazement!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Kanika Pulled Trisha to the dance floor!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Kanika-I love your dress!especially the color ..a little black dress with<span style="mso-spacerun:yes"> </span>red heels..hot!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Trisha-Thank You!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">At that moment Rahul turned and he saw Trisha.<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">She could have sworn that his eyes lit up when he saw her but maybe it was just a trick of light!<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399">Their eyes met and she knew they both were thinking about the same thing<o:p></o:p></span></b></p> <p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="margin-bottom:0in;margin-bottom:.0001pt; text-align:center;line-height:normal"><b><span style="font-size:13.5pt; mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt;font-family:"Corbel","sans-serif";mso-fareast-font-family: "Times New Roman";mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman";color:#993399"><o:p> </o:p></span></b></p>Pragziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08511726422750644003noreply@blogger.com5