tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-45560346490168712482011-04-22T05:40:50.621+05:30A story about love, faith, deception and hope.... story of AvniChhayanoreply@blogger.comBlogger91100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4556034649016871248.post-32966913013918136752008-01-22T07:51:00.000+05:302008-01-22T07:55:12.516+05:30

“Can we have another cup please? I really liked the coffee!” she looked up to him. She looked almost like a child. In fact Avni was so mesmerized with everything that it felt like a dream she didn’t want to wake up from. The fact that it might have been first and last time in this new world had Avni almost panicked. Ranveer looked down at her from his towering height. He was surprised to see

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“OK” He said something to the waiter and they picked up both the cups and came out of the shop with Avni. There was a small staircase of a shop which was closed and was up for rent. They sat down there. It was getting dark slowly. Avni had no experience of sitting on stairs and drinking coffee in cheap cups. But she felt so alive. So free. She was surprised to realize that she was actually

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‘May be he was just joking. I wish he doesn’t come’. She was yet to accept that she was actually looking forward to meeting him. Suddenly she felt her heart sinking. ‘He hasn’t even given me a time!’ She didn’t even have his number. Avni was now sure that he was just trying to flirt with her and impress her. Brushing those thoughts aside she buried herself in the book. As the clock inched

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“I don’t know. I will think about it.” She replied, trying to hide the fact that she wanted to stay with him for some more time and didn’t want to go home just yet! It was as if Ranveer had almost an intoxicating effect on him.“Do you have a vehicle? How are you returning home?” he asked, with a hint of concern in his voice.“I have a car, don’t worry” Avni replied.Ranveer tucked a lock of stray

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“MBA, and I am taking German language classes. I like to learn languages” She felt surprised that she was actually volunteering information. Ranveer was different from her other friends, still she felt a sense of ease with him. She even went ahead and told him her college’s name before she realized.“No boyfriend?” Ranveer asked.“That’s none of you business!” Avni snapped. Her usual short temper

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She couldn’t help but notice that he gave her a once over look, taking her whole appearance from head to toe. Avni was suddenly aware of her off shoulder, knee length dress. She wished she had brought a stole or a shawl.“Too hot to feel cold haan!” he said, looking on his right side, directly in her eyes. He seemed to be making fun of her. No one had ever dared to tease her. She felt very

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“So, where is Shekhar? I haven’t seen him for so many days. Has he returned from Mumbai?” Sonia asked about Avni’s now on- now off ‘kind of’ boy friend as they drove to the venue.“I don’t know. I was caught up in exams, hardly had any time to think or contact him”. After 20-25 minutes, they reached Amit’s home. His parents had a bungalow on the outskirts of Delhi. Music could be heard even

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“Avni, are you ready? We are getting late”It was Sonia, shouting from downstairs. She was her childhood friend. They had been to school together and now they were in the same college, though Avni was doing MBA whereas Sonia had opted for master’s degree in science.“Yes, almost. Come up!” Avni shouted back. She was combing her silky straight hair as Sonia entered her room.She was a tall girl who

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‘There has to be something wrong. Some misunderstanding somewhere’ Avni tried to calm herself down to a position where she could think properly. ‘Sonia must have made a mistake. There is no way Ranveer could do something like that.’They had been so happy together. Always. 10 years of marriage. They had virtually grown up together being married at such a young age.‘I was only 21’ she remembered

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