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The Knowing

Hey folks,,
What's up with you guys? As of me I'm super busy with the assignments and home-works !! No matter how much effort I put....there's always another pile of assignments to complete! (sighs)
Anyways.....this time I'm going to post a story I wrote ....Immature you may tell me but I seriously am improving day by day... :) ....Here's goes the story...


Aryaa looked stunning in the red gown. Her face was gleaming. He couldn’t help watching her. She was moving so abruptly and graciously towards him that he nearly fainted. She looked ravishing and the pretty girl was now standing by his side. She looked at him with her big sparkly eyes. Her alluring fragrance was lifting him off his feet. She gestured him to tell him something in his ear. He absent-mindedly moved towards her. “Wake Up, Rahul” was what she said. For once he couldn’t make out what she was referring to and the next moment he opened his eyes.

Rahul was already so late for college yet his mom insisted him on eating off everything on his plate. “Mom, please let me go…they won’t let me in if I’m late”, Rahul exclaimed in anxiety. “That’s not my problem. You are the one who slept till late. And what were you dreaming about? You were babbling in your sleep. And you were smiling all along. What is up with you, Rahul? What’s happening to you these days?” his mom said. Rahul tried a lot to hide his embarrassment but he terribly failed at it. He tried to explain but he ran out of excuses.

He’d been dreaming about Aryaa a lot lately. And he was unable to explain it to himself. ‘Why Aryaa?’ he screamed in his head. Aryaa was a girl at his college. She was cute and all but so were the other girls. But like any other day, he had no proper answer. They had not even talked once but no matter how many times he told himself these things, the dreams wouldn't stop.

After remaining quiet and idle for some time, he again became conscious. On realizing that his mom was now staring at him, he made an attempt to drive away his flustered face. This time he somehow managed. He was already very late for college and without wasting a second he sped off to college.

He was in such hurry that he nearly crashed his bike on a lamp post. He was moving on until he saw, his classmate, Riya. She looked as if she was waiting for a bus. Even though, Rahul was already late for college, he decided to take her with him. “You want a ride? You look like you do!”, he said.  Riya looked both amused and delighted all at the same time. “You know, Rahul, you are a life saver!! I was so late for college! Thanks a lot”, she said.

Due to god’s grace, they arrived right on time. Looking blissful Riya said, “Thank god, we’re not late. If it were not for you, I’d not be here”. She smiled her brightest smile. But that was nothing compared to what he saw in his dreams. “No problem”, he replied, composing himself.

But it certainly wasn’t for long as Aryaa appeared in front of him,out of nowhere. She was just coming to college, he assumed. Aryaa looked at him. She looked troubled and kept on moving forward but suddenly she came to an abrupt halt. She turned back and looked directly into his eyes. The world around him dissolved. Only Aryaa was evident. The 18years-old-guy in him got triggered. One flickering moment and the eye-contact was all over. He stood bemused; happy maybe. And he thought of his dreams; how she came to him by herself. Well, most of the times she did ,anyway. Then, all of a sudden the bell rang and he gulped down the bitter reality.

All day long he kept thinking about Aryaa; how she looked directly into his eyes; how he forgot about everything once he saw her. She drove him crazy. Rahul couldn’t think about anything else beside Aryaa. She absolutely ruled him that day.

The day passed swiftly without much of doing. After the final bell, Rahul was ready to go home. He picked up his bag and moved towards the parking. He saw his bike and a girl standing by its side.  It was Riya. He got near her and she saw him. “Umm… Rahul do you mind giving me your notes? You see I was absent for a whole week, last month”, said Riya. “Okay…alright. Here you go “. Rahul took out his notes and handed it over to her. “Thanks a lot. You are a life saver!”, she said and hugged Rahul cheerfully. He just smiled and stood there completely bewildered.

 In the meantime, Aryaa magically appeared out of the blue. She saw them. There was no eye contact this time. She suddenly looked distressed and moved quickly through the crowd. Rahul grasped the grounds behind the wary eyes. It was his stroke that bothered her, he realized.

 This was it. He rushed towards her. He found her in the cafeteria, crying. Though, they had not confronted each other till that moment, Rahul didn’t even sense a slightest hint of intricacy. Even though, the reason behind the tears was him, he wanted to make every possible thing right for her. He wanted to look after her and care for her. He wanted to comfort her and make her happy. Yeah, he loved her.


My take at writing stories :)
Do tell me on how it went...
Thank you!

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  1. apeeJuly 25, 2012 at 9:56 AM

    awww... well done mate!! lyk how it ends..:)

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  2. UnknownJuly 25, 2012 at 10:17 AM

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  3. apeeJuly 26, 2012 at 7:43 AM

    tara sunna.. tyo last part ajha clear banana... taie ali dramatic thing banauna khojeki hos.. tara it seems imperceptible.. just abit of clarification.. :) i hope uh'll consider it..:)neways aru ta.... our anusha has been 4ever awesome!!

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    1. Anusha NeupaneJuly 26, 2012 at 9:21 AM

      sure darling :)

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    2. Babu SahebJanuary 16, 2013 at 11:04 PM

      The story along with its plot and description is good but for the ending part i agree with "Apee Regmi", it should have been a bit more clear to make the story even better. But nonetheless your effort is praise worthy,keep it up. :D

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