Tuesday, July 7, 2015

ROUGH DRAFT- A moment of love...

 Chapter 1

THE WEDDING BELLS


She slept there in silence and tried opening her eyes with great efforts. It was eight in the morning. She felt a little lazy, wanting not to get up. She stared at the window for few seconds. It was hazy and foggy. She got up tying her hair with a clutch and opened the drawer that was placed on the right side of the bed. After few seconds, she was holding a card – ‘Her Wedding card’. In excitement while reading the card she moved her butts and danced on the tune of love. The BIG day was almost here. Thinking about the life she would live after her wedding, she moved towards the bed and started setting it up. She was nervous and excited, both, at the same time. She was already waiting for this day! After she was done with her morning thoughts, she took the card again in her hands, dreaming again. She has always thought that wedding is not her cup of tea, but after meeting Karan she went through a transformation. She changed herself just to be with him. Few minutes passed by there were a knock at the door. She got up to get that.

Aisha, it’s you? She jumped off the floor, and stared at her for few minutes. That surprise made her day.

Yes, yes it’s me! Aisha replied. ‘Will you allow me in'?, she teased.

‘Oh come on in Aisha’ she exclaimed with joy. Finally you are here! I missed you so much.

I missed you too love. I missed you so much.

They both giggled and did their patent hand shake or more appropriate hand hug. Grabbing each other’s hand and hugging each other tight. They have spent their best days together back in the college.

‘Come on, sit’ she said. How was your travel? Hope you had no issues? The taxi driver knew the house, right or you had to guide him? I was really worried. You should have told me that you were coming I would have asked father to send a car to pick you up at the airport. I thought of calling you but…I got busy…and…you know… I will ask Raghu to send you some tea-coffee and yes get ready soon we need to grab breakfast and head to the parlour. 

Hey, relax! I am absolutely fine and as you can see, I am safe, and sitting in front of you. So please, now go and have a shower. You stink!
‘What?’
‘Yes, you stink!
‘I am going to kill you right here’ and believe me you are dead Aisha and she ran behind her.

Aisha ran ahead and she tried to catch hold of her. Aisha teased her saying ‘you can’t catch me’. And she replied saying ‘I will’.

‘Catch me if you can’ Aisha said.

You stinker I will catch you and chop you into small pieces. And will fry it and eat it for my dinner. She still ran behind her.
After few minutes both of them were breathless. They saw each other and hugged again. This time tight!
Oh I missed you Aisha!
Do I need to say I missed you too?
You idiot!  You need to say it.
You idiot!

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10:30 AM.  They already kept their ass on the dining table. ‘Damn hungry’ Aisha said. She asked Raghu what’s there for breakfast. He replied in the typical tone:
‘Madam Tea is ready. We have Parathas and butter, butter milk and homemade stuffs.’
‘OMG, I can’t eat this’ she thought.
Do you have cornflakes?
Yes Madam, we have that. Should I bring it for you?
Yes please!
Madam, should I include milk and clotted cream in it?
NO! Only milk and no clotted cream, Raghu.
Okay Madam. I will be right back. He said and rushed towards the kitchen.

Aisha was working as a Brand Manager in one of the Multinational Company. She was tall, Not that fair, sharp features, nose a little longer than usual but straight and inclined exactly to her jawline. Her eyebrows were a little upward and eyes were big. Not that long, but quite long hair. She coloured her hair and so they were a little brownish compared to her natural black hair. She was a little modernised for Indian culture. She mostly wore short dresses and one piece. A girl, who was worth dying for, and she was hot!

She stayed in Mumbai and basically belonged to Nagpur. Aisha Chauhan was her full name. She always stressed on the word Chauhan when someone does not call it correct. She used to get irritated and felt like hitting hard when someone called her with wrong name.

It’s Aisha Chauhan and not chohan!

It’s CHOUHAN, making it clearer. Aisha’s father was in Indian Army and her mom was a house wife. Her mom has taken complete care of her and her brother. She moved out of her house for higher studies and things change from then. 

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