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you sure, you want to watch this movie?”
“Yes, let’s buy the tickets.”
3:45pm Tajmahal screen 2.
I wondered what these girls think. Maybe they just want to spend some quality time with us. Some private time. But Tajmahal was too much. We went into the theatre.
“Stand up for national anthem”
I hate it. I really did. Not because I hated the national anthem but because few people never respected it. They just sit on their chairs eating popcorn. Moreover, the national anthem should never be played in a closed room. The movie started. It showed some king Khurram, Mumtaaz and Shahjaan. I ignored them all. I was just glancing at the innocence in Riya’s eyes. They were charming.
“How much do you love me” she asked
“A lot (ati)” I said
“I love you more than that (ati peksha ati)”
It was so sweet. I kissed her hand. She gave me a smile. We just looked at each other. This was the first time I touched her. I could clearly tell there was definitely a connection. I felt many butterflies in my stomach but when I touched her, they all flew away and we actually had to stop because both of us were smiling so much. I just couldn't stop smiling. Throughout the movie we were engrossed in cosy moments. I never thought my first date with her will take us into a deep passionate relationship. I could sense the fear and excitement in her. She was bold. She was sweet too. Very rarely does a girl have both qualitites. I was lucky to have them in Riya. We did not exchange a single word but our eyes said it all. As the lights were on, we realised the movie was over. I just knew the few characters of the movie. Apart from that I knew nothing.
“What will you tell your friends? We watched Taj Mahal. And if you say so dear, what story are you going to tell.” I teased her.
“Shut up.” she had a blush on her face.
“Tell them that it was a silent movie with all passion in it. The actress was rather bold and the actor feared her boldness. The actress had sharp teeth too.” I again continued teasing her.
“ Stop it aadi. You are very naughty. Lets leave. Its late.”
“ I am like this from childhood. But I really love you a lot now. Always be with me.”
We smiled and as I left the mall, I realized I had left the folder in the rickshaw. Those moments were so intimate that I totally forgot that I had kept the folder behind the seat.
“Jaan, I left the folder in the rickshaw” somehow, I managed to tell Riya.
“What? Are you serious? You are so dumb yaar. Now what?”
“I don’t know. We have lost it. I can not think what we will do now” I was worried.
“You screwed it man; you should have realized it earlier at least.” She adjusted her bag and looked furiously at me.
“Now what?”
“We have to write it again and submissions are 6 days away. When will we complete so many write ups? How could you forget it?” she was almost in tears.
“Leave it jaan, I will write everything. I will write for you also. Dont worry. You are such a passionate kisser that I forgot everything. I could only feel your lips.”
“Be serious Aadi. Some times at least.”
“Ok fine, seriously I am telling you I will handle it. Trust me.”
Even I was worried. How will I be able to write so much? If I had shown that, even I was nervous she would have started crying. I did not want to end the day crying. I just consoled her. But what next? Each subject has almost 7 to 8 write-ups and 5 subjects. It means almost 35. Moreover I said I would write Riya’s write up also.That made it 70.Impossible.I was screwed. Why on the earth did I have to keep it behind the seat?
I went with her to drop her home by bus. She was worried and I could see it. I tried to make her laugh and smile by re-collecting all our memories from the day we met. She smiled finally. Now my day was made.
We got down from the bus. Walking together
“Yes, let’s buy the tickets.”
3:45pm Tajmahal screen 2.
I wondered what these girls think. Maybe they just want to spend some quality time with us. Some private time. But Tajmahal was too much. We went into the theatre.
“Stand up for national anthem”
I hate it. I really did. Not because I hated the national anthem but because few people never respected it. They just sit on their chairs eating popcorn. Moreover, the national anthem should never be played in a closed room. The movie started. It showed some king Khurram, Mumtaaz and Shahjaan. I ignored them all. I was just glancing at the innocence in Riya’s eyes. They were charming.
“How much do you love me” she asked
“A lot (ati)” I said
“I love you more than that (ati peksha ati)”
It was so sweet. I kissed her hand. She gave me a smile. We just looked at each other. This was the first time I touched her. I could clearly tell there was definitely a connection. I felt many butterflies in my stomach but when I touched her, they all flew away and we actually had to stop because both of us were smiling so much. I just couldn't stop smiling. Throughout the movie we were engrossed in cosy moments. I never thought my first date with her will take us into a deep passionate relationship. I could sense the fear and excitement in her. She was bold. She was sweet too. Very rarely does a girl have both qualitites. I was lucky to have them in Riya. We did not exchange a single word but our eyes said it all. As the lights were on, we realised the movie was over. I just knew the few characters of the movie. Apart from that I knew nothing.
“What will you tell your friends? We watched Taj Mahal. And if you say so dear, what story are you going to tell.” I teased her.
“Shut up.” she had a blush on her face.
“Tell them that it was a silent movie with all passion in it. The actress was rather bold and the actor feared her boldness. The actress had sharp teeth too.” I again continued teasing her.
“ Stop it aadi. You are very naughty. Lets leave. Its late.”
“ I am like this from childhood. But I really love you a lot now. Always be with me.”
We smiled and as I left the mall, I realized I had left the folder in the rickshaw. Those moments were so intimate that I totally forgot that I had kept the folder behind the seat.
“Jaan, I left the folder in the rickshaw” somehow, I managed to tell Riya.
“What? Are you serious? You are so dumb yaar. Now what?”
“I don’t know. We have lost it. I can not think what we will do now” I was worried.
“You screwed it man; you should have realized it earlier at least.” She adjusted her bag and looked furiously at me.
“Now what?”
“We have to write it again and submissions are 6 days away. When will we complete so many write ups? How could you forget it?” she was almost in tears.
“Leave it jaan, I will write everything. I will write for you also. Dont worry. You are such a passionate kisser that I forgot everything. I could only feel your lips.”
“Be serious Aadi. Some times at least.”
“Ok fine, seriously I am telling you I will handle it. Trust me.”
Even I was worried. How will I be able to write so much? If I had shown that, even I was nervous she would have started crying. I did not want to end the day crying. I just consoled her. But what next? Each subject has almost 7 to 8 write-ups and 5 subjects. It means almost 35. Moreover I said I would write Riya’s write up also.That made it 70.Impossible.I was screwed. Why on the earth did I have to keep it behind the seat?
I went with her to drop her home by bus. She was worried and I could see it. I tried to make her laugh and smile by re-collecting all our memories from the day we met. She smiled finally. Now my day was made.
We got down from the bus. Walking together
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