A Girl's World...

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It's always a joy to meet the loved ones after a long time...

Specially if it's the one you love the most. Kirti was undeniably and indefinably happy. Naman was coming to meet her today.
She was unable to concentrate in office. The work that otherwise she loved to do, today she was finding it as a burden to her. No offences, she loved the people around her..the ambiance..her desk...her work, she loved everything. But today was different, today her heart was fluttering. it was a day when she will be seeing him after a year. the distance between both of them was painful yes, but it was a thing that could not be helped. their career was important and tough this was definitely frustrating at times, she believed it made their love stronger.

Kirti was in constant contact with Naman through calls and messages, she was super excited!
every half-an-hour she would go to the restroom and check herself, looking at the mirror and thinking of how to look proper in front of him. For Kirti, Naman was the most good looking guy, so much so that she felt awkward at times as she had never really liked herself much. how could he love her when she did not love herself.
office ended and Naman was scheduled to reach in about 2 hrs. her heartbeat kept on rising every moment. now her itinerary was to take a bus from her office to the place where he was supposed to get down.

it was 5.30, he had already reached. she was getting late. she hated the bus driver, the traffic, the signal lights...everything.she wanted to fly..fly and reach to Naman. it seemed that the bus was not moving, the signals were given for eternity. uuuggghhh!!! she hated herself some more for getting late and making him wait for her.

after reaching the stoppage, she hastily got down and as usual stumbled down in nervousness. she combed and managed her tangled hair, applied a light colored lipstick on her dry,chapped lips and cleaned the spoilt kohl from the corner of her eyes. just then she saw Naman standing. he was waiting for her with a big rucksack on his back. momentarily the time halted. her heart missed beats. there...there he was.

she loved his everything.
she loved his smile..his eyes..his voice..his hair..
she loved him talking..she could die for his attention..

Kirti called him up..he picked up and asked: "where are you Kirti? its a long time since i am waiting here alone. come soon na."
" just look back Naman. i am standing right here"
"hey, i can see you..you look beautiful"

and she was falling in love again......

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