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The Beloved Traitor
(This story doesnot support any such immoral act as deceiving someone.It's a friction work and any similarities to it is mere coincidence. If you like the story please like, comment and follow ❤️❤️)
Dear Maithili, it's Gabriel Desuza, making a confession to you today.
I never expected a normal day in life of an ordinary, third year "Fine Arts " student like me;would become this special.I was sitting on a bench at the college garden and listening to music over earphones when she placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned back. Giving me a letter,she said something.Though the sound of music prevented me from hearing what it was.She looked stunning in her short yellow dress.The short curly fair falling on her face with wind,might have casted a spell on me as I was lost for some moments .When she left,I started going through the letter. The inside contents was proof that the owner of that letter was really into me.The pet name "Blossom" at the end of letter made me conclude,it was her.'I didn't kew her name real name',this thought struck my head immediately and I started panicking.
I started investigating.After few weeks I got to know from my friends and some juniors I that her name was Rachel.She was a second year student.Rachel was defamed as a bold, fearless girl who picks up fight quickly.I also got to know about you Maithili. You were described as a sweet, quite and studious girl and do perfectly matches the description.
Amusingly we were in same sculpture class but I never noticed Rachel.Ever since I saw her,I would remain absent minded all the time. I started remaining happier than usual.I was often zoned out in her thoughts . I even couldn't sleep at night for days. When her image came to my mind I smiled for no reason,even my friends started noticing.
When she directly came to me, asking about my likes-dislikes and type of woman I prefer,I realised she was different. A daring soul in crowd of all cowards.I had intended to keep my tough boy image on and confuse her in words but her eager eyes and curious face forced me to spill it up.The victorious smile on her face at the end of the enquiry made my heart skip a beat.
Days passed, until then I had become fond of her.We often made eye contacts while walking down the corridor and she used to move a particular distance and then turn back at me.I still remember that day when students are to be paired for doing group project.A group's students were to choose a folded piece of paper on which B group's students' name were written and the one who get choosen would have to pair with the one who chooses. I actually bribed my friend to exchange his paper with mine so that I could work with her.This helped me get her...
Dear Maithili, it's Gabriel Desuza, making a confession to you today.
I never expected a normal day in life of an ordinary, third year "Fine Arts " student like me;would become this special.I was sitting on a bench at the college garden and listening to music over earphones when she placed her hand on my shoulder. I turned back. Giving me a letter,she said something.Though the sound of music prevented me from hearing what it was.She looked stunning in her short yellow dress.The short curly fair falling on her face with wind,might have casted a spell on me as I was lost for some moments .When she left,I started going through the letter. The inside contents was proof that the owner of that letter was really into me.The pet name "Blossom" at the end of letter made me conclude,it was her.'I didn't kew her name real name',this thought struck my head immediately and I started panicking.
I started investigating.After few weeks I got to know from my friends and some juniors I that her name was Rachel.She was a second year student.Rachel was defamed as a bold, fearless girl who picks up fight quickly.I also got to know about you Maithili. You were described as a sweet, quite and studious girl and do perfectly matches the description.
Amusingly we were in same sculpture class but I never noticed Rachel.Ever since I saw her,I would remain absent minded all the time. I started remaining happier than usual.I was often zoned out in her thoughts . I even couldn't sleep at night for days. When her image came to my mind I smiled for no reason,even my friends started noticing.
When she directly came to me, asking about my likes-dislikes and type of woman I prefer,I realised she was different. A daring soul in crowd of all cowards.I had intended to keep my tough boy image on and confuse her in words but her eager eyes and curious face forced me to spill it up.The victorious smile on her face at the end of the enquiry made my heart skip a beat.
Days passed, until then I had become fond of her.We often made eye contacts while walking down the corridor and she used to move a particular distance and then turn back at me.I still remember that day when students are to be paired for doing group project.A group's students were to choose a folded piece of paper on which B group's students' name were written and the one who get choosen would have to pair with the one who chooses. I actually bribed my friend to exchange his paper with mine so that I could work with her.This helped me get her...
