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If this was Love?
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The evening was growing pink and the rain showers had made the path all wet, Rashmi paced towards girl's hostel that was a few yards from her college. Rashmi was a reserved girl, full of dreams and a great body. She walked in a beauty and was aware of her beauty! The path was always very calm and relaxed during spring and winters when the trees were covered with bunches of colorful flowers which made the long path just very beautiful. Rashmi Utkarsh liked to sit on iron benches placed at the roadside and was in complete love with the nature!
The warden of the girl's hostel was a strict old woman with spectacles and she wanted all 40 girls to be at the hostel by 8 PM. Since childhood Rashmi was an individual child as her mother was very supportive towards her successful career. Hailing from a small town, she always had the feeling of a distinct awareness about her surroundings and she adapted well. Being in love with nature was an absolute blessing and she loved watching stars and moon from her balcony.
The love was evident, she loved being her own self until the destiny wanted something more from her.
She had broken her heels and was sitting at one of the benches when he approached towards her in his jogging shorts and t-shirt. He was very handsome and was in late twenties.
"Hi,.." he put the Walkman headset away and looked at her.
"hello." she tried to ease her pain by smiling back.
He was very amused to see a beautiful lady in larkspur colored chiffon dress that was flowy and was constantly showing her long legs as she was trying to protect herself from the harsh wind. The flowers were showering on both young people due to the wind and he took her sandles and placed it in her bag.
"Come with me ,miss I will help you."
He was an Australian guy .
She smiled.
"Where do you live?"
She smiled.
"I come here for jogging every other day, I'm an entrepreneur. "
"I see, ok, thanks." The walk was over as "Mary Girl's Hostel " signboard was visible from a distant.
"I'm going..?"
"Ruth Clark , call me Rudy".
"Bye Rudy".
That night she couldnot sleep. who was that Ruth Clark?
Ruth went back to his car and accelerated towards his apartment. He wondered if that beautiful damsel knew him or was trying to be smart!
He was Ruth Clark, the founder of a famous youth website and everybody knew him.
He was tall, blonde and Australian!He was moderately rich and famous. He was looking for love but he had found girls after his fame and riches.
He was still single but engaged to Amanda West, the famous model. Though there was something different about this Indian girl,.simple yet magnificent, the way she looked,the way she blushed,the way she walked, a juvenile, a woman in making, untouched, young, ready to know what he wanted to show her.
He suddenly wanted to know more about her. He felt a sudden protectiveness towards her, her brown shoulder length hair tucked in a small lime hairpin and her pink lips were like ocean of love he wanted to immerse. He saw her dream that night.
Was it love? Was it lust? Was it happening? Then he saw beautiful Amanda West, her seductive moves.
He wanted to know what he exactly wants. He wanted to see the girl again!
The fresh smell of cherries and breathtaking view of the path reminded her smiles again.
"Will she accept me,she dont even know me!"
Back at the hostel, Rashmi was thinking of him,...
"Forget him, accidents do happen, he must be married or engaged or rich, I should focus on my studies, ".
She smiled to herself on bed,."What if I will see him again?"
She saw him on the morning TV interview. Ruth Clark looked handsome talking to the reporter.
The evening was growing pink and the rain showers had made the path all wet, Rashmi paced towards girl's hostel that was a few yards from her college. Rashmi was a reserved girl, full of dreams and a great body. She walked in a beauty and was aware of her beauty! The path was always very calm and relaxed during spring and winters when the trees were covered with bunches of colorful flowers which made the long path just very beautiful. Rashmi Utkarsh liked to sit on iron benches placed at the roadside and was in complete love with the nature!
The warden of the girl's hostel was a strict old woman with spectacles and she wanted all 40 girls to be at the hostel by 8 PM. Since childhood Rashmi was an individual child as her mother was very supportive towards her successful career. Hailing from a small town, she always had the feeling of a distinct awareness about her surroundings and she adapted well. Being in love with nature was an absolute blessing and she loved watching stars and moon from her balcony.
The love was evident, she loved being her own self until the destiny wanted something more from her.
She had broken her heels and was sitting at one of the benches when he approached towards her in his jogging shorts and t-shirt. He was very handsome and was in late twenties.
"Hi,.." he put the Walkman headset away and looked at her.
"hello." she tried to ease her pain by smiling back.
He was very amused to see a beautiful lady in larkspur colored chiffon dress that was flowy and was constantly showing her long legs as she was trying to protect herself from the harsh wind. The flowers were showering on both young people due to the wind and he took her sandles and placed it in her bag.
"Come with me ,miss I will help you."
He was an Australian guy .
She smiled.
"Where do you live?"
She smiled.
"I come here for jogging every other day, I'm an entrepreneur. "
"I see, ok, thanks." The walk was over as "Mary Girl's Hostel " signboard was visible from a distant.
"I'm going..?"
"Ruth Clark , call me Rudy".
"Bye Rudy".
That night she couldnot sleep. who was that Ruth Clark?
Ruth went back to his car and accelerated towards his apartment. He wondered if that beautiful damsel knew him or was trying to be smart!
He was Ruth Clark, the founder of a famous youth website and everybody knew him.
He was tall, blonde and Australian!He was moderately rich and famous. He was looking for love but he had found girls after his fame and riches.
He was still single but engaged to Amanda West, the famous model. Though there was something different about this Indian girl,.simple yet magnificent, the way she looked,the way she blushed,the way she walked, a juvenile, a woman in making, untouched, young, ready to know what he wanted to show her.
He suddenly wanted to know more about her. He felt a sudden protectiveness towards her, her brown shoulder length hair tucked in a small lime hairpin and her pink lips were like ocean of love he wanted to immerse. He saw her dream that night.
Was it love? Was it lust? Was it happening? Then he saw beautiful Amanda West, her seductive moves.
He wanted to know what he exactly wants. He wanted to see the girl again!
The fresh smell of cherries and breathtaking view of the path reminded her smiles again.
"Will she accept me,she dont even know me!"
Back at the hostel, Rashmi was thinking of him,...
"Forget him, accidents do happen, he must be married or engaged or rich, I should focus on my studies, ".
She smiled to herself on bed,."What if I will see him again?"
She saw him on the morning TV interview. Ruth Clark looked handsome talking to the reporter.
