THE BELL RANG:
ringring...ringring.... "Hello"
"Hi Himanshu"
"Ohh!! Rupal, how r u??"
"Hey u ... now u don't even recognize my voice??" she shouted.
"Oh!! sorry, Rini... u knw.. ur voice sounded like Rupal's in telephone" I said.
"Oh my God!!! I think I shud talk to u later. Right now dere r some other people more concerned to u!!" She said in rage.
So she's neither Rupal nor Rini. Then who else is she?? Actually dere were only 2 gals in this world who used to call me, and dat too only when there is some genuine need for it.
"Hey... Naina... I m sorry.. So how r u??" I jumped as soon as I realised she was Naina.
"Oh comeon!! does it matter to u??" Her rage continued.
"Hey what's the matter???" I normalized my tone, my excitement ended as I realised that she was seriously angry.
"Nothing, I'll talk to u later. Bye"
"Hey come on Naina, u r behaving like a 10 yr child. I m sorry, I cudn't recognized ur voice at once, u knw.... it was first time u called me". I said in a heavy tone.
"Ohh!! so u've got such a nice opinion for me... I see."
"HEy naaaah... how can u think like dat".
I realised the things have gone wrong this time. So I decided to end up this conversation.
"Ohkies.. if u wanna hang up.. surely u can!!" I said in a firm voice and a nanosecond later I heard beeps of disconnection.
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AT TUTION:
"How can she b so short-tempered??" Rupal whooped and took out her physics book."Hey.. don't say anything about her, its all my fault" I replied instantly, although I knew Rupal was saying right.
"Ohh!! my lover boy!!" she imitated voice of a 5 year old girl and both Rupal and Rini started laughing. I must say girls have an awkward sense of humour.
"Hey comeon u two!! If u don't wanna help, den at least stop teasing me!!" I shouted in a firm tone.
"Ohh!! sry, we were just trying to lighten ur mood. Ohkies, so if u really wannna solve this problem then I've an idea!" Rini said wid an expression of a professional love counsellor.
"Ok, tell me what is it??" I asked trying to sound less interested.
"You've to meet her and apologise for ur rudeness. I think dat will do." she said.
"Nah!! Never!! I'll never do dat. Its against my self esteem." I spoke.
"Hey comeon!! What it has to do wid ur self esteem??" Rupal interrupted, "Its only like saying sorry dear!!".
"Ohkies, I'll think abt it. I need some time. Anyways, thnx for ur beautiful suggestions..." I said rudely. Rini flinched and turned her face away.
****************************************************************************AT DINSHAW'S:
Someone had told me once dat girls love flower everytime. I really don't remember who told me dis, but he must be very intelligent for he found out a way to deal wid a girl 'cheaply'. Anyways, I brought some white flowers and arrived at the destination where we decided to meet. Oh sorry! I forgot you to tell about this. Actually, finally I called up Naina, apologised and requested her to meet me.
Dinshaw's Icecream Parlour was an ideal place for meeting because of two reasons:Firstly, icecreams are relatively cheap. And secondly, its not a very popular venue, so private conversations can be safely entertained. Although I was more concerned for the first reason.
I reached there and to my surprise she was already sitting there. She stood up as she saw me. Oh my god!! only males can understand why your heart starts beating fast when a sexy girl stares you. I controlled my eyes to look into her eyes only, although there were much better things to see. This time her beautiful body was inside an orange top and a blue capry. The top was so tight on her body that a perfect outline of her bra was visible to me. I must say she had sexy legs which I noticed for the first time as she wore a capry. Anyways, we sat. I adjusted myself as I was already uncomfortable.
"So, Hi!!" I said slowly surely to start the conversation while she was staring the flowers in my hand.
..............................continued in Chapter 3.
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