Fall In Love With Memorable Meeting

“Mala!!!” He shouted.

I went running to the room leaving all kitchen work as it is.

“Yes, what happened?”

“You have not still washed my white shirt!! I had told you yesterday to wash it. I needed it for my meeting today.”

“But the other white is there. And I didn’t get time yesterday to wash clothes. Tina and Madhav had got projects to be submitted today.”

“Oh, please. Don’t start singing the same song again. You didn’t get time. Those simple projects took the whole day? You have become lazy sitting at home the whole day.”

“There is no use telling you anything. For you, I am always lazy.” I left with tears in my eyes.

“Now again you will start your cry baby drama. You don’t do anything and I can’t even say anything to you.” He shouted from the room.

I started preparing breakfast for everyone. It was a weekend. All get up late but I never have a holiday. And still I am lazy. All have different choices for lunch and dinner and I have to fulfill all their wishes and still I am lazy. Only I have to take care of kid’s homework and other requirements, and no one helps me, but I am the one who is lazy. He is going for a meeting on Sunday and thinks I don’t understand anything why he requires that particular white shirt with small blue floral print on every alternate Sunday since he brought it. I also don’t know why he has to go on business trips so frequently to Bangkok. I am the only fool here.

It’s been 8 years into our marriage and I am staying here quietly, just to keep this family together. Dinesh has lost interest in me since the birth of Tina. After her birth, he uses to tell me that my vagina is not lubricated enough. I was worried that what has happened to my body. I went to a gynaecologist who told me that there doesn’t seem to be any problem with you. But if still he feels that way, then you use lubricants. I told him but he was not interested to get that. My self-confidence started going down and I could not sleep at nights. I started getting angry so soon at children and use to shout a lot. But at the end, feel like slapping myself. Once when I went to a hospital to get some regular vaccination for Tina, I decided to meet a psychologist. I started crying there and told him everything. The doctor insisted on calling my husband there, but I refused. So, finally he gave me some medicines which included sleeping pills. It finally gave me sound sleep but still I don’t feel inner peace. I don’t have any feelings and needs?? I can’t expect love? Did I get married only to give birth to kids?

All these thoughts kept coming back to my mind, after every fight. I was totally frustrated with my life and use to cry whenever I was alone. My life could not be this meaningless. I couldn’t keep living on pills. I need to do something really meaningful, that I am capable of.

He went to his ‘meeting’ that day and after serving breakfast to everyone; I took out my laptop and started searching for jobs. I filled forms for all government jobs for which I was still eligible. It was not easy. I spent the whole day on it.

From next day, I started preparing for the exams in between the time I got during household chores. Sometimes, I had to get up early so I could study before everyone gets up. I ordered preparation books online too. I slowly stopped taking the sleeping pills as I was already too tired and use to sleep quickly.

My husband use to laugh on me whenever he saw me studying.

“This is government job baby and not a joke. People prepare for years to clear such exams and you think you can do it. Forget it and concentrate on children.”

But I had decided. I didn’t know whether I will clear this administrative exam, but I was enjoying the preparation.  Atleast it was giving me satisfaction. The exam day came and instead of wishing me luck and dropping me at the exam centre, he told me in the morning that I should not be going for it as it is wastage of time. So, I left alone. The exam went on well.

Today, the results are out and I have cleared the exam and have been called for interview in Jaipur after a week. I have made suji ka halwa for everyone even though I know no one is happy for me. But I was extremely happy.

I have come to buy new saree for my interview and have bought a new peacock green silk saree with matching dangle earrings. I prepared my file of documents at night and started preparing for the interview.

“Good morning Dinesh” I woke him up with the tray of morning tea and water.

“Good morning” he said as he got up from the bed and drank the glass of water.

“Dinesh, I have to go for interview next week to Jaipur.” I said handing him the cup of tea.

“So, what could I do?” I looked at him as he looked at his cup.

“You will not take me there?” I looked at the floor.

“I don’t have time for your stupidity. You are just mad, running after a stupid job. Why do you even need a job? And if you are posted at some far off place then who will take care of the kids. Can’t you even think of your family?” He shouted.

I wanted to tell him why not he thinks of his family when he go for long ‘business’ trips? But I just remained quiet, pick up the tray and went to the kitchen. Why can’t I ever reply back to him?

A day before, I went to my parent’s place with my children. My brother dropped me at Dhaula Kuan and I boarded a late night sleeper bus for Jaipur. My father was very happy for me, he always wanted me to be self-dependent. And I was happy too.

I reached there early morning and took an auto for Civil Lines, where I had to appear for the interview. As I had to reach the interview spot at 10 am, so I asked the driver to please suggest some restaurant or hotel nearby where I can change and freshen up. He dropped me at Hotel Sai Kripa, which had affordable prices. I took a room, freshen up, changed, had breakfast and left for the interview spot.

“I just want to leave my bag and will pick up in the evening after my interview. Hope it is ok?”

“Yes mam, sure. The rent is applicable till tomorrow morning, so you can take it anytime you want before that”, said the receptionist.

I reached the interview spot. All the candidates had reached and waiting for the interviews to get started. Most of them were carrying bags. I was just looking around when I saw Mihir, my class-mate from college. He looks more mature. I had never seen him in formals. His personality is more appealing now.

Mihir is 6 feets, with broad shoulders and a well-built body. He used to be too thin during college days. But now he looks more handsome. We were good friends during college. My marriage got fixed when I was in the third year and lost touch with all my friends after that. All were busy making careers and I was busy making a family, which was still not mine.

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Omg! The Best Love In Lockdown Ever! - 1

My life was going so perfect. I had a perfect job, perfect boyfriend and a perfect family, that support me always. I was born and brought up in Kolkata. My family is very broad minded. Despite of all relatives with traditional thinking, my family never stopped me from doing anything that I wanted to do. I am the most spoiled child among my cousins, atleast this is what my relatives feel. I was taught Bharatnatyam against the wishes of my grandmother. I was taught Guitar against the wishes of my dad’s elder brother.

As I grew up, my mother’s sister got her daughter into MBBS, whereas I joined creative writing. No-one in the family approved of it. I always wanted to do something more interesting. Whatever I did, it never satisfied me. As if, there is something missing. My life revolved around Pranjal.

Pranjal was my next door neighbour.  He was my childhood friend. We went to same school. We were very close to each other and so were our families.

“Hey, Mishti. See, I have brought your favourite pizza today.” Pranjal came running to my room.

“Oh, wow. I was really feeling hungry. You always know what I want.”

We started enjoying our Chicken Pepperoni with extra cheese. I looked at Pranjal.

“You had a hair-cut?” I had just noticed him.

“Yes” He said taking a bite.

“Umm. Why don’t you keep hair long? I love long hair.”

“You never like anything I do.” He seem annoyed.

“Now you have passed class 12^th. You are not in school anymore. Why do you want to still look like an obedient school boy?”

“So, your parents would also like me.”

“And what about their daughter?” I winked and smiled playfully.

“Their daughter already loves me” He came closer.

I smiled and looked into his eyes.

He slowly stroked my hair and gave a peck on my cheeks. I pulled him closer from his collar and launched myself on him. I pinned him down on the couch. He held me by my waist. My lips mashed against his as if I was trying to flatten and destroy his mouth. I hungrily pushed him back, made his mouth open, tongue pushing past his clenched teeth to the moist space within. I rolled my tongue around his tongue and sucked it. His fingers touched my soft belly. I felt excited. I stroked his hair and bit his lip.

“Mishtiiii!!!”

I heard my mother, but didn’t stop. Pranjal was scared. He pushed me aside. I combed my hair with my hands and winked at him.

“What happened to you Mishti? You bit me so hard. It’s paining.”

I laughed, gave him a flying kiss and went out to listen to my mom.

The time ran fast. We both did our graduation with plans of getting married after that. Then he got his first job offer from Mumbai in one of the known multi-national company. I was left alone and he went to make his career.

I got that time to introspect. I can’t just get married, have kids and sit at home. I need to think about my career too. I need to do something big. One of my cousins, Promila, was living in Bangalore and so I convinced my parents to move to Bangalore and do a job. My parents agreed because they trusted her and took a promise that I will stay with her and call them every day. I got my job instantly as a creative designer of a magazine. I started living my own life; the life that I wanted.

All was going great. Pranjal used to come to meet me on every weekend. Again everything became perfect, but I think I don’t like the perfect.

Pranjal was so good. All my friends liked him. He was a sweet, handsome, fair complexion guy. He was never into fitness or exercise and loves to live a simple life.  But still I stopped feeling that attachment. Why he has to be so picture perfect all the time? Our physical relationship was not satisfying. It was so normal and boring. I could not feel anything but could not say this to him so he didn’t get hurt.

And then the world faced coronavirus. Pranjal stopped travelling as Mumbai was the most affected. My company gave me work from home from 19^th March 2020. And then on 24^th of March 2020, something happened that changed everything. My cousin had gone to a friend’s home nearby. I just sat down in the balcony with my cup of coffee, when the bell rang. It was our neighbour Sanyog.

“Hi”

I had seen him earlier on many occasions. He was a tall guy with muscular built and whitish complexion. When he smiles, you can see dimples on his cheeks. It was killing. He had long shoulder length hairs and a well-trimmed beard and moustache. His eyes were too sexy. I use to stare at him from my balcony, when he use to go to gym every morning, in his tight fight jogger pants and body fit t-shirt. He had a black gym bag with a pic of hulk on it. Black must be his favourite colour as he was always wearing black. I had told Promila on many occasions, that I had a crush on him and she use to laugh on me.

“Are you mad Mishti? You have one of the cutest boy-friend that any girl would die for. And here you are, crushing on this dark Malayali guy?”

“Don’t say like that. He is not dark. He is not fair like Pranjal but is just whitish. And anyways girls should be fair, boys looks handsome when they are dark.” I laughed.

“Oh my, my. What are you thinking madam? Are you planning to leave Pranjal?”

“No, I have not thought of it yet” I winked. We both laughed.

But I had also never thought of it that Sanyog will come to my door one day. Life gives you lots of surprises when you are not thinking about them. The whole world was under lockdown, and here I am standing at the door to welcome a change in my life.

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You, Me And Love Is All I Need: The Truth - 2

We should never say no to our happiness, you never know when it knocks your door.

 

Days passed by. I tried to keep focused on my work. But her beauty was something you can’t ignore. I could not still avoid looking at her when she goes out of the main gate. On Friday nights, especially, when she used to dress up in some short body hugging dress. I knew all her dresses by now –

1.   The short black one made of leather that gave perfect shape to her boobs and hips with black pencil heels.
2. The brown jumpsuit that had a big diamond shape cut in the back, which revealed the tips of her shoulder blades, the whole back bone and a part of her tempting lower waist
3. Short black skirt with baby pink halter neck top that shows her tantalizing shoulder blades. She had broad shoulders that made her all the more alluring.

4. 

     Many more, but my favourite one was the little red dress that made her look all the more seductive. Her pencil heels dig into my heart. The matching red lipstick made me want her all         the more.

Whenever I closed my eyes, I felt those red lips over mine and her in my arms. Her choice of dangling was superb. They were always perfectly matched and it seems that she had one for each dress and she didn’t almost repeat a dress for atleast a month. And after she leaves with that guy on his bike, I stayed back till late and fantasize her. She was not getting out of my head.

This was her weekly routine. But then suddenly for 3 weeks I noticed that ‘the guy’ was not coming to pick her. She was also not her usual lively self as she uses to be. I could not see her usual smile. A person, who is always cheerful, was getting angry for everything. There was something, I can sense.

It was Friday. Late in the evening, both of us were still in the office, preparing for an important meeting on Monday. All had left as it was raining heavily outside. Poorvi had stayed back to help me complete the work. I asked her to leave if she wants but she said she would stay and help.

It was already 9 at night. I was tired. I stretched back on my chair. I looked at Poorvi, working at a desk opposite me. She was also totally engrossed in her files. I kept on staring at her for some time but she did not noticed. I stood up and went to the coffee machine and started making coffee for both of us. She stood up suddenly.

“Oh, sir. You should have told me. Let me make coffee for you.”

“It’s ok Poorvi. You do your work. Please let me make some good coffee for you. Anyways, you only make it for me every day.”

She smiled. I handed her the coffee mug.

“Do let me know how the coffee is? Atleast the coffee mug is successful in bringing back some smile to your face.” I sat on the table beside her.

She looked at me confused. I smiled.

“I am noticing since almost a month, you are not your usual self. You are quite, always working and get angry too often.”

“Oh, is that so? Sorry, I will take care next time.”

“Oh, no, no. Don’t be sorry. I am just saying that something is bothering you and I am feeling bad.”

“No, sir there..”

“You can call me Kunal” She smiled.

“No, Kunal there is nothing. But why you were feeling bad?”

“Because I can’t see your smile.” She looked at me with a surprise.

“Here give me your mug, I will keep that.”

“N, its fine. I will keep.” She stood up from her chair. As I took mug from her hands, I touch her fingers, she feel shy. That touch of 2 souls touching each other created a vibe of emotions, love and lust in both of us. 

She smiled and said, “A boss is a boss! I have to obey him, isn’t it. Now, let me make another coffee for you.”

She went to the coffee machine. I keep looking at her. She was wearing a black knee length skirt that tightly fits her body with a black netted stocking and a white coloured shirt. I noticed, the black bra she was wearing under it was clearly visible. She came back with one mug.

“This is the last coffee in that stupid machine, would you like to share.”

Me, Um yeah, of course. I don't have a straw though. Maybe you finish first? 

 

She put her red glossy lips on the cup and leave a mark ... and give to me...  

There is something happening, what ... not sure. Suddenly it started raining heavily to just top up with the romantic situation. 

 "Kunal, here is your share of coffee. Sorry I left the lip mark. "

 I looked at it and said, “Lip marks are good.” And put my lips on it and started sipping coffee, looking at her.

 

I went close to her, and started feeling the hotness of her body. 

 

“When are we going home? It's a little late, I won’t get any taxi.” 

 

“I don’t think you are going home today”

 

“I will have to stay here in that case.” she said, looking into my eyes.

 I took off my tie and opened collar button, “I guess we are going to do some extra work. Will you help?”

 “What extra work?”

I went to her desk and shut down her mac.

“Some non-official work, but if you are okay with it.”

She smiled.

I give my hand to her, “Let’s dance?”

 

She gave her hand to me, and I escort her from her desk. I put my hands around her waist, she put her hand on my shoulders and we started dancing on the music provided by rain. I looked into her eyes. She felt shy.

 

“This evening is something going to make us remember. No one in office and we are dancing here. Oh, my gosh! Kunal, you are crazy!”

 

“Not just crazy, but super crazy to make you go crazy and there are chances that you might end up moaning, but only if, you want.”

 

She paused for a while. “Wait-What? Moaning?”

 

I say, “Oh Yes. Got any doubts.”

 

“I never doubt my boss and his capabilities.”

I came close to her. 

I push her towards the wall and started kissing her. She put her hands on my head, caressing my hairs and started kissing passionately.

My hands were locked around her hips and I pulled her even close to me.. 

 

My tongue was licking her tongue, deep and we both closed our eyes, and we were passing the vibes of love, lust and romantics and whatever you call it.

 

I started caressing her boobs…. 

 

I was able to feel her tight nipples on top of her white crisp formal shirt… I pinched a little bit and she said, Kunal you’re turning naughty.

 

“Kunal is Naughty - You never noticed, Darling”

 

I started kissing her neck and my rough hands were moving on her thighs,, I was able to feel her stocking and its thread.

 

“Love me Kunal. Let me break in your arms. I’m all yours today - an obedient girl of my boss”

 

“I won’t let you break my sweetheart.” She turned.

 

I started kissing the back of her sexy neck and her fragrances were making me lose my sense, a Madhoshi that was taking over me.

I hugged her from the back, and squeezed her boobs. They were soft and firm. She moaned! 

 

“Ahhh, Ahhh” she started breathing fast and fast. I started to push myself on her and put my hands in her shirt. I rolled my hands on her nipples and pinched it with my fingers and gently pulled it. She moaned again. She moved her face on the left and started kissing. “Oh Kunal, pinch it harder.”

I pinched her nipple between my index and thumb finger and started rolling it.

She turned. She was breathing fast and started kissing. Suddenly, she stopped and kneeled down.

She kneeled down and pulled her hair and tied a knot.

She started rolling her hand on my pant and thighs and then with a sudden movement opened my zip…. 

She put her hands in my boxer and got the hold of my tool, pull it out which was already a soft erect. She hold it straight, moved the fore-skin back and look into my eyes.. 

 

She took her tongue out and started rolling on my dick. The pinkish head of my dick turned red, with a little pre-cum. She touched it with her lips and took the dick deep in her mouth. I could feel the warmness in her mouth, she was sucking it deep. She moved her head front and back, holding my balls. It was my first time and I was moaning. I closed my eyes.

She pulled me towards her and kept her hands on my waist. The fountains of love were traversing between both of us. There was a deep current flowing in my body.

She took out my dick and spit on it, made it wet and took it back again. I was going ooh la la with her, and all sense lost.

 

It was intense. I moved myself away, bent down and holding her chin, I started kissing deep.

I took her in my arms and on to the table.

Now, it was my chance, and I was going to pay it back.

I opened her shirt buttons and took off her skirt, removed the stocking and the black netted thong, which was a little wet. Then, opened her front open, black lacy bra.

 

I started kissing her white, smooth, clean legs. I kissed it slowly while she was caressing my hair.

 

I started biting her thighs, moving slowly upside. The toned thighs made me mad.

She spreads her legs, I pulled her towards me, and started licking her clits. I pulled her pussy lips with my lips.

 

She started moaning louder.

“Ahhh Kunal… Love me…. Don’t leave, do it. Love me more” 

 

I started licking her clit and rubbing my tongue on her pussy lips left and right and on the top part. She was all wet, the white water gushing out. I pushed my tongue inside her; it was all juicy and wet.

 

Took it out and then shoved it again inside. She was looking at me and then resting her head back.

I came close to her, and started rubbing my dick on her pussy.

“Pls Kunal put it inside, I cannot wait I want you right now. Come close.

 

I put it inside her deep, while rubbing her clits while I started moving myself slowly and gently.

 

“Oh Kunal, ahh. Come close, sweetheart, more close.”

Her moans and the loving words were making me go mad. I pushed myself on her and started sucking her boobs.

 

Her tight nipples were in my mouth. I started biting her nipples and she went mad. She holds me tight to her boobs.

 She hugged her legs around my waist. I was in her and she was in my arms. I feel being in love. I started kissing her boobs, her armpits and then it was time to shoot!!

We both were on the verge of finishing. I started moving fast.

“Poorvi … Ahhh.. You are too hot.. and beautiful, you touched my soul today… aaahhh….” I pulled her close very close.

“Kunal, can you shoot it in my mouth pls.”

 

“Sure, anything for you.” In fraction of second, I pulled out and she kneeled down again and started licking and sucking me.

“Oh Poorvi suck it hard. Ahh it's coming out… Ahh shit… Ahh!! Poorvi… Ahhhhh”

And all my cum was out, that she took on her face and in mouth and smiled.

 

She gulped and said, “It’s yummy. You want to taste your cum.?”

I licked it from her lips and gave her a deep kiss.

 

We did half a dozen rounds that night - full of intimacy, lust, sex, romance and everything. We slept in the morning on the office couch hugging each other. As it was a weekend off so no one could disturb us in our personal moments for next two days. She was in my arms and I loved her. I will never let her go.

 

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You, Me And Love Is All I Need: The Truth - 1

Hi. I am Kunal Patel. I have seen many ups and downs in my life. Since childhood, I was the best student of my school. All teachers loved me. My principal knew me well because of my grades. My parents were so much proud of me. 

But because I was the favourite of my teachers, I could not make good friends. Other students did not want to talk to me. Even after being the best student of my school, I could not make a girlfriend. All other guys use to take away every girl that I had a crush on. There could be various reasons, which I kept on thinking about those days: 

• May be because I wear specs?
• May be because I wear loose pants?
• May be because I was always busy in keeping my teachers happy?
• May be I had so much to study and so little time to concentrate on the girls?
• May be because my father was a strict army man?

I use to believe in all the above points and console myself. But the point was nobody likes the teacher’s favorite in school. I further joined BBA and then MBA because my father wanted me to take care of his business empire. I was made to join office during free time in my college days. So, I could not go on outings with friends and enjoy like my classmates. 

Being a Gujarati, people feel that I was money minded. But I had no other option. Being disciplined and respecting elders was in my blood. They had everything planned for me. But the only thing they had not planned was which way my heart will go. When will I fall in love? When will I had a crush on someone? When will I start masturbating by just thinking about her? When will I finally get her? But believe me; I had also not planned it. 

It just happened. As, heart have its own ways. 

When I finally joined my dad’s office full time, after my MBA, I was still a virgin. I was just taking care of myself with masturbation. After all I had no other option. 

It was just another day in my office while I was busy in my work, when my desk phone rang. 

“Hello, Mr. Patel”, said Ms Sujata, our receptionist. She was a woman in her late fifties, who has been in our company since long. 

“Yes, Sujata ji.” I answered.

“Mr. Patel, Ms. Poorvi have come for the interview. Should I send her in?” 

“Oh yes, Sujata ji. I have checked her resume. Let me finish up some work. Please send her in, in 10 minutes” 

“Okay, Mr Patel” I hanged up and started winding up and emptied my desk.

After around 15 minutes, a lady walked into my room. She was looking confident in her black business suit and white shirt. Her thick wavy, long, black hairs were tied in a ponytail, with few flicks falling on her face. Her long dangling earrings touched her cheeks, when she walked. I kept looking at her from my glass door while she walked towards my room. Her long heels made tik-tok sound as she walked into my room. 

“Good morning Sir.” She had a beautiful, dulcet voice. 

“Good morning Poorvi. Please have a seat.” I smiled. She smiled back, put her file on the table and sat down. 

“Poorvi I have checked your CV, it was quite impressive.” As I look at her CV kept on my desk. 

“Thank you, sir.” Oh, that voice. It’s so melodic and attractive. I can’t control myself from looking up on her. 

“Just one question, why do you think you is the best for this job?”

“Sir, I am hard working and always ready to learn. May be I would do some mistakes, but I assure you, those mistakes would not be repeated. I can manage any work given to me and good at time management. You will never hear a ‘No’ from me for anything.” She replied very confidently. There was something special about her.

“Great Poorvi. I am impressed. We will see how you fulfil all these things you have promised to me. Please meet Ms Sujata at the reception and she will explain your job profile. You can join from tomorrow.” 

“Thank you sir” She smiled again. 

There was so much self-reassurance and confidence in her smile. She left the cabin but my eyes were still fixed on her until she went out the door. I could feel her fragrance all around my room. Next day, I came early to office. She had to join as my secretary. I could not take her face out of my eyes and can hear her melodious voice, the whole night. There was something special about her eyes and her voice. They can attract anyone. 

Next day, I saw her coming from the main entrance with Sujata ji. She was wearing a black trouser and a white collared shirt with the same hair style. Her seat was just opposite my cabin. I saw Sujata ji explaining her work and also handing over some files. The whole day I could not concentrate on my work. Every time she came in my room to get my signature on some papers or talk about my appointments, I was spell bound. 

I could not help staring at her beautiful blue eyes. Her smile takes away my breath This became a routine for almost every day. A golden suntan usually brings out her smooth, clear complexion and high cheek bones. Her slightly arched chestnut brown eyebrows highlight her emotions by moving up and down as she reacts to her world around her. Her large deep blue eyes, remind me of a lake on a stormy day. Her curved nose gives her, a little girl look that makes me want to smile when she talks. And her mouth is a small mouth outlined by puffy lips that she often accentuates with glossy pink lipstick. 

She was also very hard working. She had a go getter attitude. She always stayed until all work is over. There was no pending job on any day. All my meetings were well scheduled. There was so much positivity in her words. I use to look outside my window, every day she leave the office and smile. But had no idea, how I am going to tell her my feelings for her. Also, I didn’t know whether she had any feelings for me or not. I could not help observing her more and more as I saw her every day.

But that day, she was looking extra beautiful. Her thick, wavy long black hair gracefully falls down to her shoulders and encircles her diamond shaped face. Her face was glowing unusually. 

That day, when I looked outside the window, I noticed that she had changed her usual office wear. She was wearing a short mango colour dress that sticks to her body. Her voluptuous body was looking more mesmerizing in that dress. I saw her walking towards the main gate. The swing of her well rounded hips muddled my heart. The body hugging dress make them more noticeable. 

But suddenly I saw a guy who came close and hugged her. She smiled and hugged back and kissed him. They both sat on his sports bike and left. And with them left all my dreams. I felt dejected. Actually I had no right to be sad because obviously she would love someone handsome and why a person like me, who is always behind files and had no social life. 

So, I tried to avoid looking at her and thinking about her from that day. But the more I tried to forget her, the more I use to think about her. I don’t think I can forget her, and on top of that, she would be sitting in front of me everyday.

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