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Hey people!
So, this story is here because of the special request from a few special people (Apee Regmi and Aayushma Khadka and so on..).I wrote this story some 2 years ago on Valentines day....so it revolves around the same thing.

When people read this story they ALWAYS ask me if it happened for real and I say 'no'. It would be fun to have a guy like him with me but NO.  This story is NOT... I'll say it one more time... It is NOT based on my experience so you can stop whatever you are planning on questioning me based on the story. Hope I'm clear about this. (sighs)

So here goes the story:

Young people are very excited as V-day turns up. Some are happy while others are anxious. on 2005 V-day, I also belonged to the anxious group because I was going to ask someone out on that very day, for the very first time in my life.

I am Samaira. I normally didn’t believe in love but after meeting him the feeling isn’t peculiar anymore. Aryan made me believe in love, in ways I could never imagine.

Aryan was in my class since the time I joined school. I didn’t like his face let alone his behavior, when I first moved there, but as we grew up, my feelings and sentiments changed for him.

I clearly remember him as well as the atmosphere in the school that day. He was in the last seat of our class with a dozen red roses in his hands, when I reached the class in the morning. His beautiful, shiny eyes were looking through at me. They were seeing through me. I blushed. He also blushed. He was tall, fair and handsome. I could look at such beautiful person my whole life let alone some minutes. But my friend called me so, I had to leave him alone. I felt sad leaving him all alone in the class and I surely saw sadness in his eyes too.

I became very anxious as many people were exchanging gifts with each other that day. I didn’t know how he would react when I opened my heart for him  but some part of me told that I wouldn’t get a chance to do so, because some other girl  would ask him out first. Like seriously, who wouldn’t want a guy like that?

All the classes flew by swiftly. I was again very worried becausse I had to share my feeling with him anyhow ar I wouldn’t get time as we were leaving school the same year. I nearly broke into tears as the realization hit me.I constantly reminded myself about that thing but I wasn't brave enough to ask him while he was surrounded by his large group of friends.

It was then, in the last period, that I realized that I had no hope at all because he always ran immediately after the bell rang, to catch his bus. When the last bell rang, I felt like crying. He didn’t even look at me when he left.

I was walking to the door, when I realized that my books, which I used to carry in my hands, were not with me. I asked my friend to wait for me near the school gate as I went back to my class to look for the books.
I went to the place that I sat that day to see if the books were there. Surprisingly, they weren’t. I literally searched for the book in every corner of the classroom but I couldn’t find my books. Thinking that it was taken by one of friends, I went for the school gate. When I was walking, suddenly someone pulled me towards the garden. It was the boy I was most bemused by, It was Aryan.

He pulled me behind a tree. He then gave me a dozen red roses and asked me with him velvety voice, “Samaira, will you be my valentine always and forever?”. I still remember the exact words.

I couldn’t utter a word. It was like a dream in every other way except the fact that I would never wake up from it realizing that it was nothing. I was feeling half- amused and half- happy as he creased his forehead and raised his eyebrow. Obviously, my happiness had no barriers and I was even astounded to know that he had chosen me over other girls and even waited till the end of the day...for me. That certainly felt special 
I blurted out ‘Yes’ as I felt thunderstruck at that time. Every part of me was celebrating the occasion and so was he. He looked equally gleeful.

He looked straight into my eyes and said “Thanks, Samaira. I’ve liked you since forever. And I absolutely love the way you smile. I always felt in high spirits when I looked at you.  But today was different, you know. I was so scared that you’d say ‘Yes’ to some other guy but you didn’t. Thank you for giving me a chance.” I felt ecstatic to hear those words from him and even more happy to know that they were for me. I was also staggered to know that the whole day we had been worrying about the same thing. I felt stupid for being anxious because he was made for me. He was my missing puzzle piece which completed me.

That day, he also gave me a pearl bracelet, which I am more than happy to wear, even now. I also gave him the watch that I planned on giving him. His eyes looked smouldered with love on receiving it. He also had my lost books, which were not really lost as it was his plan to make me late and ask me.

After the proposal, we roamed around the garden and talked about each other. We both were extremely happy. After the few strolls in the garden, we both sat down on the turf. His eyes looked big, bright and beautiful as always. I was smitten by him beauty. I smirked to myself thinking that this guy was all mine.
While sitting with him, I had totally forgotten about my friend, who was waiting for me near the school gate. So after reality struck me, I gave him a peck on a cheek and left. I felt my face burn after I did that. His face also looked reddened.

I ran towards my friend. She was furious at first but was fine after I shared ‘The story’ with her.
After that day, I have never felt lonely. No matter what goes wrong I always have that person who can make it all right for me. Like others, we also face many problems, but we ALWAYS face it with dignity and courage.

Today is also V-day and it’s our 5th year together. We are proud to be celebrate it together because we know that Aryan and Samaira are made for each other in every sense of the world 


A huge thank you to everyone who read the whole story...
And, I hope that you guys liked it :)

Au Revoir!



Comments

  1. awwww.... i was smiling in every single line... fell in love with this...
    n btw.. thank you 4 mentioning us kanchee..
    luv ya!!
    apee

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  2. awww... t0tally awes0me..
    <3 ed the st0ry...
    (Y) (Y)

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  3. a good one. nothing more to say to describe this story. Exactly to the point.

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