It was the year of 2014. The spring had just struck; the greenness found space, and emotions in both were impatient to meet.
Emotion develops instantly and the story starts with an accident by looking a second at him, that was in notice because she was fond of everyone. Fair face, long hair, traditional get up and the height more than average was enough to allure all.
That was her shyness which limited the moment of transferring vehemence through eyes. It is said that when a man in love, his eyes indicate and it gets its recognisance by eyes and travels trough to heart.
In the beginning, eye-catching is a game. Whether it is boy or girl plays heartly and with some hesitation that barricades the going of both's sensation to other. When eyes strike, it seems that someone is calling you by the internal language of love. To catch the each one's eyes is initially fun, due to its durability of micro second. Micro-second matures in second, and second in seconds. It happens once in an hour, then twice and the frequency gets hike and captures the minute. It is the real feeling: the feeling of love, sentiment and care.
It had all happened with her, but the hesitation obstructed the way of merging into one. As saint says that the merging in one is the real name of love. But, how it was possible for that moment. Her gesture had created a room for vultures in the circumstances and her traditional look was nothing except a fillet of flesh. These vultures were gazing her every time, due to it, her feeling to him started boiling like a pressure cooker.
It was the crucial moment of the unexpected love story. Having got the situation, he approached her talking, because the same was happening in his side. On his calling, she stepped out with him in the hope of an expected fortune. Vultures began gathering around him and her. They were murmuring mischiefly. The courage, he acquired before a few moment, had washed out and the story went on halt for the next day.
The night was full of excitement. They were waiting for the dawn. He was assuming how to say his feeling; and, she was presuming how to groom herself for him. Slumber was frequent. Sleep had low intensity. Turning aside was all about, but to feel each-one's presence in the conscious pretended to be real. She felt the every circle of the table-fan's blades revolving, and the sound created by the crickets, beetles and other creatures added lyrics to it. As always, that night broke in an inception of being something new for the both.
The meeting point had been assumed. No doubt, that day was about to be witness of merging into one from two. He was shocked that an imaginary love, as he believed, was to be real. She came in the overwhelmed transformed portrait of a fairy. One who knew about what happened previous day, cuts one's fingers. Gossips related to them was overloaded in the campus. Whispering, murmuring and mumbling were on the top priority.
"What a girl!" , Someone murmures.
"It seemed she just got off from beauty parlour." , Other mumbled.
"No, she could groom herself at home." , The third one even just muttered that he appeared.
He had no words of description for her metamorphose. Tight fit Salwar and Kameez shaped her figure; the bust paced up the slimness, and its exhibition was on forefront. Vulture's eyes gazed on it, but they were unable to get it because the veil of Dupatta worked as the gate-keeper. This proper get up was indicating she was a perfect indian woman, a mixture of traditional and modernity.
High heel Sandle fixed the attraction, and the long outward curls with one side tucked behind ear, hair, was special one, that was never seen before with her. He liked more, was her covering style of Dupatta and the well-shaped bust. God was plotting the merging, and the nature was subordinating.
But, an unexpected incident scared, discouraged and panicked the both. All the plot, subordination and the way of merging broke up in a single instinct. After that, he lost many so called friends and she went for another to balance her feeling. The self-proclaimed great and holy love story ended without beginning; the dawn was still in wait, and the city became haunted for him.
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