(Pre-script : Not for 'matured' people)
She unwittingly flashed her pallid skin, which caught his attention on her. And as he started staring at her, the skin suddenly became transparent; he could see the flesh and later the soul underneath. It was in the most tragical shape - scarred, bruised and torn all over. Traumatized, he stood there for a minute, and as soon as he got back to his senses, calmly approached her. She, as normal as anyone can ever appear, looked at him surprisingly. Another closer look, she found the curative with him, that could possibly extricate her soul. Silence built up, followed by smiles and then laughter.
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She loves talking to him. About everything under the sun. And to be naughty at times, and blabber like a kid - only to him. And mostly, she leaves notes - on his table, inside his diary, above the television, under his pillow. Tissue papers, napkins, newspapers - everything serves the purpose. And he, gives her a chocolate every time they meet - the next thing she loves the most, after him. He reads the notes, never questions the material that has been used, says nothing and keeps them safe. And she, gives him a piece of chocolate, eats the rest and saves the wrappers. Never ask them why, they wouldn't tell you, coz they wouldn't really have a reason. Though, they ask each other, every other day, couple of times, pull each other's legs, call 'cheesy' and smile at the end. They both know, this would be the cheesiest thing they would have ever done, but, all that matters to him is her beautifully framed words, and to her, those unsaid words behind the chocolates.
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Something or the other would drive him crazy, every now and then. He would walk around the room like a mad man. She would follow him, ask him what's wrong. He would shout at her; she would listen, without saying anything, with a smile on her face and heart instead. And then, she would go stand next to him, hold his hand first and would give him a hug from behind. She would then tell him, 'everything's gonna be alright'. He would lose his temper, throw her arms away from his shoulders, turn around and shout all over again. He would then say, ' Leave me alone; I don't want this; in fact, I'm not interested at all! I don't need you here; just leave!' She would stay there stunned for a second, eyes filled and without saying a word, would walk past him. She wouldn't know what had actually happened to him - them, and why she had been deserted; tears would roll down and she would let herself cry her heart out like never before. The next day, she would leave a note on his table, telling him her condition. And later, he would come to her, say sorry and hand over a bar of chocolate or two she was craving for, the past whole weekend. A smile on his face, and one on hers... Something would remain unsaid, yet understood - 'I'd never let you fall'; 'I'd never let you go'
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He cares - She knows. She matters - she knows. He loves - She knows. Everything is surreal. She picked a flower, started plucking the petals and said to herself - 'He loves me', and then a smile; 'He loves me not' takes a deep breath and continues. One by one, the petals fell on the ground and whenever the last petal says 'loves me not' she picks another and the massacre continues. No doubt on his love; she just loves to be cheesy sometimes, to keep that surreal feeling going, and he joins her too; they love to be crazy!
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She loses her mind sometimes... he does, too... And when they both lose their minds together, destruction follows. Glasses, plates, beer bottles... these would be flying inside the room. And if something doesn't break, she picks it up, bangs it on the floor all over again, until it is shattered into pieces. And then, the first person who started it off, takes a break and cools down, followed by the other. Silence, a smile right after and the cleaning up starts. She cries for breaking his favorite coffee mug, he gives her that tough look and the tears dries off. The next day, everything will be replaced, and they make sure, they have bought something that is not unbreakable.
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'17!' She counts the number of grey hair on her head and suddenly runs towards him and checks all over his head to find if he has any. '5? Arrgrhhh' she screams... He smiles at her. Next day, comes home with a salt n pepper look. She looks amused, goes near him, catches his wrist and plays with it like a shy kid. And then tells him, 'Salt n pepper... Is so frigging hot' and winks. He smiles, gives her a branded hair dye pack and winks back. ;) ;) ;) Too many winks all together, followed by laughter.
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He loves flowers - only in the garden, alive. But, she loves receiving them, as gift, once in a while. Not necessarily roses; her favorites are carnations and gerbera.Sometimes, only sometimes, he comes home with a bunch of pink carnations, or yellow gerberas or even roses - the red ones. Or whichever color he finds at the florist, he takes them home, gives one to her, keeps the rest in a flower vase. She takes that single flower and keeps it in another vase with dry flowers - those he had gifted earlier just like the one she has with her now.
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Weekends, off days, Wednesday mornings, Monday nights - Whenever they can, they drink together. And she doesn't have a personal favorite; she drinks whatever he chooses to drink. A peg or two can get her high, and horny sometimes. Her naughtiness crosses the limits certain times. But, he tolerates it all; in fact enjoys the way she behaves when she's sloshed. Sometimes, she gets emotional too. She cries over breaking his favorite coffee mug the last time they fought. Or how the kitten next door got stolen. Or why she denied to give his lil brother that T-shirt he asked for. She cries out loud, like how a kid cries over his broken toy. Sometimes she lies on his shoulder and tells him, 'I'm not beautiful; nor perfect' 'no one is', he interrupts. 'Shhhhhh'. She cuts him and continues, 'So, I'm not beautiful nor perfect. But the feeling I've for you is the best you can ever get. I love you and will always do, I know you love me too, but not as much as I do. And I'm never gonna leave you, don't you dare think even once about leaving me.' Looks into his eyes for a while, and asks disappointed, 'You also think I'm not beautiful?' pauses and before he could tell something, dozes off. And he knows, whatever she says wasn't out of the influence of alcohol. He caresses her face, kisses her forehead and dozes off too.
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She's extremely romantic; he's not. He's hard working; she's laid back. She would die for pizza; he prefers Salads. He's a learner; she's absent minded. Anything can get her high; it takes 8 pegs to get him there. He's practical; she's into fantasy.He's very particular about things; she doesn't even understand what that means. They've nothing in common - except for a smile. They both love being happy; moreover, they back each other up when things go wrong. 'Coz their smiles depend on each other.
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Sometimes, amidst piles of work, she takes a break and lets her thoughts wander. They reach to a single point all the time and that's him. She keeps wondering about how once-a-total-stranger became the most important part of her life; how his absence haunts her; how uneasy life becomes when he is not around; how lonely she feels even amongst her best of friends when she misses him; how this one random stranger could turn her part of world upside down and leave her breathless. Certain thoughts about him make her want to slap him right on his face, but she could control it all considering how well he treats her, certain other times. His transformation from a stranger to a friend, then to the best friend and finally to her love interest is indeed the best thing happened to her and that very thought makes her smile, at the end of the thought process.
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The most intriguing thing about her that haunted him was not the way she looked with those artificiality on her face, or how casually she smiled at a stranger, but how effortlessly she could pick the pieces of her heart each time it broke, and fix it, like nothing could ever destroy her.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
During one of his most vulnerable moments, as she hugged him tight without asking what went wrong, he asked, 'Why do you love me so much? No one did, when I badly wanted to be loved. May be I don't need it anymore. Please don't make things hard for me'.... She gently stroked his forehead and replied, 'I know how it feels to be unloved!'
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She unwittingly flashed her pallid skin, which caught his attention on her. And as he started staring at her, the skin suddenly became transparent; he could see the flesh and later the soul underneath. It was in the most tragical shape - scarred, bruised and torn all over. Traumatized, he stood there for a minute, and as soon as he got back to his senses, calmly approached her. She, as normal as anyone can ever appear, looked at him surprisingly. Another closer look, she found the curative with him, that could possibly extricate her soul. Silence built up, followed by smiles and then laughter.
----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
She loves talking to him. About everything under the sun. And to be naughty at times, and blabber like a kid - only to him. And mostly, she leaves notes - on his table, inside his diary, above the television, under his pillow. Tissue papers, napkins, newspapers - everything serves the purpose. And he, gives her a chocolate every time they meet - the next thing she loves the most, after him. He reads the notes, never questions the material that has been used, says nothing and keeps them safe. And she, gives him a piece of chocolate, eats the rest and saves the wrappers. Never ask them why, they wouldn't tell you, coz they wouldn't really have a reason. Though, they ask each other, every other day, couple of times, pull each other's legs, call 'cheesy' and smile at the end. They both know, this would be the cheesiest thing they would have ever done, but, all that matters to him is her beautifully framed words, and to her, those unsaid words behind the chocolates.
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Something or the other would drive him crazy, every now and then. He would walk around the room like a mad man. She would follow him, ask him what's wrong. He would shout at her; she would listen, without saying anything, with a smile on her face and heart instead. And then, she would go stand next to him, hold his hand first and would give him a hug from behind. She would then tell him, 'everything's gonna be alright'. He would lose his temper, throw her arms away from his shoulders, turn around and shout all over again. He would then say, ' Leave me alone; I don't want this; in fact, I'm not interested at all! I don't need you here; just leave!' She would stay there stunned for a second, eyes filled and without saying a word, would walk past him. She wouldn't know what had actually happened to him - them, and why she had been deserted; tears would roll down and she would let herself cry her heart out like never before. The next day, she would leave a note on his table, telling him her condition. And later, he would come to her, say sorry and hand over a bar of chocolate or two she was craving for, the past whole weekend. A smile on his face, and one on hers... Something would remain unsaid, yet understood - 'I'd never let you fall'; 'I'd never let you go'
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He cares - She knows. She matters - she knows. He loves - She knows. Everything is surreal. She picked a flower, started plucking the petals and said to herself - 'He loves me', and then a smile; 'He loves me not' takes a deep breath and continues. One by one, the petals fell on the ground and whenever the last petal says 'loves me not' she picks another and the massacre continues. No doubt on his love; she just loves to be cheesy sometimes, to keep that surreal feeling going, and he joins her too; they love to be crazy!
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She loses her mind sometimes... he does, too... And when they both lose their minds together, destruction follows. Glasses, plates, beer bottles... these would be flying inside the room. And if something doesn't break, she picks it up, bangs it on the floor all over again, until it is shattered into pieces. And then, the first person who started it off, takes a break and cools down, followed by the other. Silence, a smile right after and the cleaning up starts. She cries for breaking his favorite coffee mug, he gives her that tough look and the tears dries off. The next day, everything will be replaced, and they make sure, they have bought something that is not unbreakable.
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'17!' She counts the number of grey hair on her head and suddenly runs towards him and checks all over his head to find if he has any. '5? Arrgrhhh' she screams... He smiles at her. Next day, comes home with a salt n pepper look. She looks amused, goes near him, catches his wrist and plays with it like a shy kid. And then tells him, 'Salt n pepper... Is so frigging hot' and winks. He smiles, gives her a branded hair dye pack and winks back. ;) ;) ;) Too many winks all together, followed by laughter.
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He loves flowers - only in the garden, alive. But, she loves receiving them, as gift, once in a while. Not necessarily roses; her favorites are carnations and gerbera.Sometimes, only sometimes, he comes home with a bunch of pink carnations, or yellow gerberas or even roses - the red ones. Or whichever color he finds at the florist, he takes them home, gives one to her, keeps the rest in a flower vase. She takes that single flower and keeps it in another vase with dry flowers - those he had gifted earlier just like the one she has with her now.
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Weekends, off days, Wednesday mornings, Monday nights - Whenever they can, they drink together. And she doesn't have a personal favorite; she drinks whatever he chooses to drink. A peg or two can get her high, and horny sometimes. Her naughtiness crosses the limits certain times. But, he tolerates it all; in fact enjoys the way she behaves when she's sloshed. Sometimes, she gets emotional too. She cries over breaking his favorite coffee mug the last time they fought. Or how the kitten next door got stolen. Or why she denied to give his lil brother that T-shirt he asked for. She cries out loud, like how a kid cries over his broken toy. Sometimes she lies on his shoulder and tells him, 'I'm not beautiful; nor perfect' 'no one is', he interrupts. 'Shhhhhh'. She cuts him and continues, 'So, I'm not beautiful nor perfect. But the feeling I've for you is the best you can ever get. I love you and will always do, I know you love me too, but not as much as I do. And I'm never gonna leave you, don't you dare think even once about leaving me.' Looks into his eyes for a while, and asks disappointed, 'You also think I'm not beautiful?' pauses and before he could tell something, dozes off. And he knows, whatever she says wasn't out of the influence of alcohol. He caresses her face, kisses her forehead and dozes off too.
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She's extremely romantic; he's not. He's hard working; she's laid back. She would die for pizza; he prefers Salads. He's a learner; she's absent minded. Anything can get her high; it takes 8 pegs to get him there. He's practical; she's into fantasy.He's very particular about things; she doesn't even understand what that means. They've nothing in common - except for a smile. They both love being happy; moreover, they back each other up when things go wrong. 'Coz their smiles depend on each other.
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Sometimes, amidst piles of work, she takes a break and lets her thoughts wander. They reach to a single point all the time and that's him. She keeps wondering about how once-a-total-stranger became the most important part of her life; how his absence haunts her; how uneasy life becomes when he is not around; how lonely she feels even amongst her best of friends when she misses him; how this one random stranger could turn her part of world upside down and leave her breathless. Certain thoughts about him make her want to slap him right on his face, but she could control it all considering how well he treats her, certain other times. His transformation from a stranger to a friend, then to the best friend and finally to her love interest is indeed the best thing happened to her and that very thought makes her smile, at the end of the thought process.
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The most intriguing thing about her that haunted him was not the way she looked with those artificiality on her face, or how casually she smiled at a stranger, but how effortlessly she could pick the pieces of her heart each time it broke, and fix it, like nothing could ever destroy her.----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
During one of his most vulnerable moments, as she hugged him tight without asking what went wrong, he asked, 'Why do you love me so much? No one did, when I badly wanted to be loved. May be I don't need it anymore. Please don't make things hard for me'.... She gently stroked his forehead and replied, 'I know how it feels to be unloved!'
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