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Part 2

He just stared at her. And she giggled.  They then had a formal conversation and headed towards her vehicle.  He was sitting beside her, so close.  They went to a café wanting to spend time alone. She was drawn to him by the way he looked at her and how solid and genuine he was. He was taken by surprise by her energy, her sensuality, most important her friendliness.  Even though it was their first meeting, she felt adored and safe with him.

They talked of here and there. They talked of that every promise, every chat.  They couldn’t even fill their stomach in excitement. Just a thing they did, looking in each other’s eyes.

Time was for him to return. He wished time stopped there. It felt as if he was leaving his most precious thing and returning to his home. But he hoped that there will be many more reasons to come and meet her.

She stood holding his hand, never wanted him to return.  Finally he left her hand and gave her a tight hug, promising her to return. She just smiled as she lacked words. And he headed towards his home. He didn’t look back or he would never be able to go. Returning to his place, he recapped the meeting.  

They are still best friends. Still know each other from just 90 days. Too early it is to fall in love. Let us wait to see where the fate takes them. Both of them are yet to realize that ‘Are they made for each other or jus they are mad after each other?’ Confused they are. Hope both of them realize soon that is it just friendship or more than that? J


P.S. Readers, this is not my story. Stop imaging her as “Pranjali”. It doesn’t suit. I have added moments which I have heard and seen of many of my friends including mine spent time with my best friends. It is purely a work of fiction. No girl or boy in any way is related to the story.


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  1. Unknown5 June 2014 at 03:09

    Pranjali@ U have given christopher nolan effect in this frndship &/OR lovestory....waiting for upcoming part..again..:D

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  2. Unknown19 December 2016 at 00:38

    That's a lie! That's you

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