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Crush3- The Proposal

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I was in love with her and there was no doubt about it. I was doubtful of her feeling for there is no way to know what goes on in a girl’s head. Wimp that I am I postponed proposing her. I was afraid of rejection and hence did not take the plunge.
Shreya like most girls was intuitive. I am sure she knew how I feel and she did nothing to lessen the agonizing pain. I sometimes feel she is enjoying my squirming.
Just then the phone rang
Shreya-“Hey what do you think about the dinner tonight?”
“Planning to have it”
“With me”
“I am kool with that”- I tried to sound casual but that undue emphasis on kool gave me away I think
“Lets go someplace nice”- She suggested
“CCD. McD are nice places don’t you think”
“Yes that are but chalo leave it. You meet me at 8 pm and I will decide the venue”-She said taking control..
“Okays . I have no issue”
At sharp 8 pm, I was ready and waiting for her. She reached by 8:30. Whay are they always late I was wondering to myself. Anyways our dinner as planned by her was about to start.
So as per her plan we went to someplace nice. The nice place was a formal restaurant and to say the truth I felt out of place. I am accustomed to dhabas and chaiwallas but this seemed like a place where I may need to use fork and knife to eat. That never goes well with me.
We started talking about normal things, mundane things of our life. She bought yet another “pair of shoes”. I think she says that everytime I meet her. The bitching about her girl friend and I was pretty sure tomorrow morning she will tell her about the outing we were having tonight. But its all fun so long as she is the one speaking it for I am struck by her beauty. Tonight especially she was dressed to kill.
“So when are you going to do it?”
“Do what”
“Propose me. I hope you are planning to do that and I am not wasting time with you”
Startled, I composed myself and came up with an answer of which I will be proud all my life
Hmmm. What am I saying? Say something better. It was like my mind was freezed and I sat there like an utter and total moron.
Kindly she intervened-“Lets make it formal. Would you like to enter into a relation with me?”
She made it sound like a business proposal.
I was stunned for this is not how I imagined it would go. It was all wrong. For starters, I was not proposing her but she was proposing me. I am not a sexist but there are certain domains which should be left to man only. Secondly it was not at all romantic. And I am a romantic at heart. I am the kind who see Notting Hill every alternative week.
By the end of the dinner I was slightly disoriented and in a relationship.
“So what does formal exactly mean?” I asked her when I finally was in my senses.
“It means you can change your facebook status from single to in a relationship. It also means I can call you sweetheart in public rather than in my head”
“You call me that in your head” I was genuinely surprised
“Of course I do Sweetheart.” My heart skipped a beat.
“It was a great day, memorable one”
“I cannot agree more. It certainly was memorable except the part where you surprised me and I mumbled like a retard.”
“That you did.”
“So does being formal means I will get a good night kiss.”
“Noooo. Why do boys always think of sex?”
“Sex!!I was talking about kiss.”
“You know one thing leads to another. Anyway not until you surprise me.”
“Surprise you??”
“Yes with a proposal. What do you think, is this the proposal, the great how I got proposed story, I will be telling my friends?”
“Well i will surprise you.” And with that I dropped her home and walked back to campus.
It was all surreal.

Remaining parts coming soon..

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Crush 2 -in love


Read the first part to get a better hold here

Days passed and I started getting closer to Shreya with every passing moment. We use to have lunch together, sit together and sometime study together (Well she use to study and I use to see her). At lunch, I will spend my time seeing her nibbling at chappati. I was embarrassed thinking of the way how I eat food that is like an animal she on the other hand was picture of elegance.

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We use to talk a lot well generally she use to talk and I use to listen. All the time I can feel jealous eyes on me, trying to figure what I did right to be in the company of Shreya.

I could listen to her for eternity. The mundane details, the bitching (Oh yes she does that a lot.). I have lost the count of times when she mesmerized me. It seems when I am with her, I lose the track of time. I was in altogether different world. The way she giggled, that squeaky little noise she made, would made my heart tremor so much so that I was afraid she might actually listen my heart beat.

I wanted to hold her hand, place my arm over her shoulder but never could gather the courage. It was all surreal. I was afraid that someday I will wake up from this dream and rue the fact that I woke up.

I was with her the whole day; if not physically than I was thinking about her and when not thinking about her I was singing songs for her (though not in her presence). I was in love and it seemed like all the love songs were written for us.

thinking about her

I wanted to hold her hand and take a walk on a solitary beach. I wanted to have dinner with her on the terrace under the moonlight. I finally thought I would have to propose her but there was this minor hiccup.

I do not have inkling how she feels about me and the fact scares me to death for there us chance that I might ruin this but it was not possible for me to contain my feelings any longer.

Read the next part here

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