THE CLOSENESS THAT REACHED IT'S EXTREMITY
First, she passed very close to him. It was that level of closeness that the nailpaint of her fingers strike with his shirt's button. Then, her intensified smell of perfume strike hard his heart. But, he was astound because she was so busy in herself that she could not at all felt that level of closeness. He stood still for a considerable time of about 1000 nano seconds and losing almost all his senses. Somewhere in his heart, he was really willing to return the spark she left with him but he could not. He travelled back to his home feeling his brain a bit heavier due to the memories he made just few minutes ago.
After a good sleep he woke up the next morning. His eyes, ears and brain were now working properly. His brain became lighter but his heart was pumping the memory of yesterday with each stroke of blood to his brain.
At 9 am, his third recent girlfriend knocked the door and they both began their romantic travel to the city. He was travelling with his girlfriend however his heart, with the girl he got closed last day. Suddenly, a cab passed by their car smelling the same smell he had yeasterday. His heart desired to stop but then the next moment he saw a beautiful face smiling at him next to his seat. So, he continued travelling with his girlfriend.
Their first stop was the Restaurant Bluebells. Second was Theatre Russell Key and the third was Park Avenue Mall. At all these places he got his nose pinched by the same particular smell. But, as he turned his face to look at, he simultaneously turned it back. Also, the amount of desperation and grief in turning the face used to be the same.
At the Park Avenue, first he paid the bills then his girlfriend paid him a kiss over his thick lips in a public. Then she said goodbye at 8 in the evening. He wanted her to be with him for some more time but he couldn't ask for.
Now, when he was alone driving, her heart was again and again travelling through the thoughts of smell and that closeness. When he returned back to his home, he again got struck by the same smell. He saw a girl sitting at his stairs and sobbing hard. He knelt down and took her face in his hands and caressed her hair and consoled her. She hugged her tight and now he felt like both of them has mingled up like sugar in water. It was the extremity of their closeness. She told him,"You are my first choice. But, I forgot that I'm not your first choice. I know you were having a girlfriend. But still, I don't know why I followed you? And, I think that's why I'm paying for it. I'm dying after watching your kiss. " Before she could say anything else he kissed her on her lips for a long time. When the girl got her senses, she jerked him and ran away. That night he wept hugging those stairs.
An year later he published a book with coverpage writing, "THAT WAS THE FIRST INTENSE KISS."
And the very first page read,
"To, my love
You are not my first, second or third choice. YOU ARE MY BEST CHOICE. My life travels a lot hearts but has made its first stop at yours."
First, she passed very close to him. It was that level of closeness that the nailpaint of her fingers strike with his shirt's button. Then, her intensified smell of perfume strike hard his heart. But, he was astound because she was so busy in herself that she could not at all felt that level of closeness. He stood still for a considerable time of about 1000 nano seconds and losing almost all his senses. Somewhere in his heart, he was really willing to return the spark she left with him but he could not. He travelled back to his home feeling his brain a bit heavier due to the memories he made just few minutes ago.
After a good sleep he woke up the next morning. His eyes, ears and brain were now working properly. His brain became lighter but his heart was pumping the memory of yesterday with each stroke of blood to his brain.
At 9 am, his third recent girlfriend knocked the door and they both began their romantic travel to the city. He was travelling with his girlfriend however his heart, with the girl he got closed last day. Suddenly, a cab passed by their car smelling the same smell he had yeasterday. His heart desired to stop but then the next moment he saw a beautiful face smiling at him next to his seat. So, he continued travelling with his girlfriend.
Their first stop was the Restaurant Bluebells. Second was Theatre Russell Key and the third was Park Avenue Mall. At all these places he got his nose pinched by the same particular smell. But, as he turned his face to look at, he simultaneously turned it back. Also, the amount of desperation and grief in turning the face used to be the same.
At the Park Avenue, first he paid the bills then his girlfriend paid him a kiss over his thick lips in a public. Then she said goodbye at 8 in the evening. He wanted her to be with him for some more time but he couldn't ask for.
Now, when he was alone driving, her heart was again and again travelling through the thoughts of smell and that closeness. When he returned back to his home, he again got struck by the same smell. He saw a girl sitting at his stairs and sobbing hard. He knelt down and took her face in his hands and caressed her hair and consoled her. She hugged her tight and now he felt like both of them has mingled up like sugar in water. It was the extremity of their closeness. She told him,"You are my first choice. But, I forgot that I'm not your first choice. I know you were having a girlfriend. But still, I don't know why I followed you? And, I think that's why I'm paying for it. I'm dying after watching your kiss. " Before she could say anything else he kissed her on her lips for a long time. When the girl got her senses, she jerked him and ran away. That night he wept hugging those stairs.
An year later he published a book with coverpage writing, "THAT WAS THE FIRST INTENSE KISS."
And the very first page read,
"To, my love
You are not my first, second or third choice. YOU ARE MY BEST CHOICE. My life travels a lot hearts but has made its first stop at yours."
Lgta h perfume zrur Paco rabanne ka hi hoga Jo itni due se sing liya londe ne.
ReplyDeleteOk so be honest it was marvellous.
1. It would be really good if the story was a little slower.
2. Be realistic as it gives a whole scene when reading.
3. I really liked the line, the girl told him on the stairs.
Ha ha ha😝😂 thanku so much... And ur advices are loved... Will keep in mind the next time...
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