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The story of me falling madly in love didn't actually go as I had expected. My throat never got dry, ever. But then, I liked a girl. Of course, it wasn't 'love'.
Actually speaking, it wasn't even 'like'. As a matter of fact, I have no idea what I felt. I spend my evenings at a café, next to a huge television display they've now acquired, and whether I like it or not, I end up spending my time staring at it. And it bloody hell annoys me! Can't they just junk it?
Well, and just like me, there was this cute girl who would come to the same café, and stare at the same display every day. Well, sometimes she read a book.
Or sometimes, she used to light a cigarette and look at her fumes take shape, and then disappear into non-existence. She was fascinating and pretty.
But there was one difference between both of us. I came to the café with a couple of friends. She came alone. I have never seen any girl do that. Who has?
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My 'Lonely' Girl
FanfictionShort love stories are all about that skip in the heart, but could you actually have been in a romantic love story all along, and not know it ? Shivaay Singh Oberoi reminisces about his walk into the world of love with a girl who didn't even want t...
