Can Miss India fall for Mr. England?

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(A/N: Hey you all wonderful, lovely people you guys like it!! Here’s a new story I request you all to read the introduction first and then proceed reading the story. I promise its not a cliché story, you'd love it. The beginning is a bit boring but next parts are interesting. Dedicated to my dearest friend for her amazing support!! Thanks a lot!! <3 <3)

INTRODUCTION:

 ~“I am good, but not an angel. I do sin, but I am not the devil. I am just a small girl in a big world trying to find someone to love.”~

 Have you ever thought something unexpected can ever happen to you? Something you never ever in your whole freaking life believed it? Something that would make you laugh your guts out if anyone ever mentions that it can happen to you too? Something that....Ok, the list could just go on and on and on.

But thats exactly what happened to me. It did.

Oh! Sorry! I apologise for my rambling when I haven't even introduced myself to anyone of you. So here comes the introduction,

Hey everyone . I'm Priya. That's right people, I'm an Indian. And I'm proud to be one. Living in those traffic jammed streets of Pune, hanging out with my friends in the nearby park, teasing teachers behind their back, completing my assignments at the last minute, studying for exam on the eleventh hour was what you call 'life' for me.

But........

Of course, I never expected this to happen with me. I never wanted this to happen. I wish that this didn't happen!

I know, you must be wondering, "what?"

Have some patience guys, I will tell you.

I FELL IN LOVE!

Well, it would be an overstatement. Because I don't believe in the crap called 'Love' I know, its just a teeny tiny crush.

But I don't know why my heart beat quickens at just his memory. There, my heart is racing a marathon when I think of him. His touch makes hundreds of sparks generate in my body that can easily light a whole wide city. His soft, smooth buttery voice makes my knees go weak. Immediately, my lips turn into a smile when I look at him. When he's not there with me, I get this uncanny incomplete feeling within me. He's the first thing I think about in the morning, and the last thing I think about before going to bed. I'm never ever tired of talking to him. I don't care even if its three in the morning!

He's like an angel to me, who stepped into my life and made it more and more beautiful. I feel sad when he's not with me. Practically everything reminds me of him. And when it does, I can't help but have that stupid grin on my face.

Seeing him flirting with millions of girls breaks my heart into zillion pieces, every single time. Still I can't live without him. No matter how much he has hurt me knowlingly and unknowingly, I will never turn a deaf ear to him. 

I spend sleepless nights making up scenerios which I thought would sometime happen in reality. Yeah right! like he'd fall for a girl like me when he has millions worshipping him like a Greek God.

 But anyways, I can't stop thinking about him no matter what day it is. Its like an involuntary action, like digestion. I can't help it! I know lame comparison. But you get my point? Is  all this supposed to happen when its just a crush? This cannot be called love right?

Right?

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"Priya, I want your fucking ass here in three minutes or we're off!" My brother Nikhil shouted from downstairs.