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When He Prepared Food- The Beginning Of A Love Story

When He Prepared Food- The Beginning Of A Love Story

Love & Relationship, Serendipity Call
'Should we order food?' he asked. 'Hmmm....' she said. 'But the internet isn't working. I don't have any number.' He said, in a confused tone. 'You can cook.' she suggested. She was unsure about the idea. He had just returned from his office. 'Hmm... Should I cook?' He asked. It seemed he was questioning himself. 'Yes. I think I should cook.' He continued after a minute. He went to the kitchen. She followed him. The kitchen wasn't in that good condition. The sink was filled with unwashed utensils. 'Room of a bachelor.' He said as if he had read the thoughts in her mind. 'You love peanut chocolate?' She asked when she spotted a bottle of peanut. A few months ago, he also handed her few peanut chocolates. 'Yeah.' he said. 'These are the stuff that I take.' He said, showing few...
A Shade Of Your Love- 1

A Shade Of Your Love- 1

Love & Relationship, Serendipity Call
I waved my hand to bid farewell to my mom. My brothers were still asleep. I closed my eyes to recall the happy moments that I have shared with this place. Leaving the place where you have spent your childhood is difficult. It makes you sad but still you can't ignore the feeling of excitement for starting a new life in a new place. I was keen to begin my fabulous new life. I sat down with my head pressed on the glass window of the car. I was watching the world beyond the glass, pass by. 'Have you checked everything?' enquired my dad. 'Yes.' I said with a weak smile. Finally, I was going to a place that will help me to understand what I really wanted from life. I was heading towards Delhi, the heart of our India. After around twenty minutes, we arrived at the railway station. The...
What Was That?

What Was That?

Love & Relationship, Serendipity Call, Uncategorized
I met Vivaan on 24 January at around 4:30 pm. He is the guy with whom I want to make an emotional attachment. To be honest, I wanted to risk my feelings again. There, near the gate, he was on his bike in a blue shirt. On seeing him, I felt awkward, uneasy but still I pretended to be okay. I was nervous for no apparent reason. I led him to my room. An awkward silence was present. I wanted it to end. He was hungry. He wanted to go out. I was not in a mood to go outside. I wanted to talk. I asked him to stay inside.I told him that I tried to make rajma but failed. He smiled and didn't say anything. None of us were able to start a proper conversation. He asked me to get ready. "Should I go outside and wait?" He asked. "No, I shall change in the kitchen," I said. I collected my clothes and c...
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