Just Some short stories. It's just an attempt to write down the random scenes that come into my mind...
Most of the stories will be based in India, and some colloquial language will be used.
Ready for some Indian romance?
After mumbling something under his breath, something I didn't get, he said, "Come on, just get over with it."
Soon enough I found a shop selling kurtas for men, I chose a white one and a yellow one. I turned to Aviroop, and asked him which one he thought looked better.
"How am I supposed to know which one would look better on your Ryan?" he replied in a tired tone. Ugh! What is his problem, I just don't get it.
"Tui bol na, toke besi bhabte boleche keo?" I replied. (Translation: Just tell me)
"Yellow one looks good," he replied. I sort of had guessed what he would choose, but wanted some confirmation. Holding the yellow one towards him, I replied –
"Take this, it's for you," I said and paid for the kurtas.
"What made you think that I like wearing kurtas," he said raising an eyebrow. Surprised, I was about to pull back my hand and look for something else for him, when Aviroop snatched the kurta back from me and said, "But I'll take it."
Though weirded out I did not say anything. We took our path back to the hotel. Don't overthink people, we were staying in two different rooms. On the way, I saw a group of tribal people doing the Shantali dance. When one of them made a gesture to call me, I did not hesitate to join them. Afterall I loved dancing.
Aviroop's P.O.V.
When she suddenly went over to dance, I wasn't surprised. She is an extrovert, and she loves dancing, so I almost saw it coming. Watching her small figure of 5 6' in the yellow kurta and jeans, with the shoulder length wavy hair, I understood I had helplessly fallen for her. When she suddenly looked back at me, I lost my breath. Even though I knew she would never like me back. But my feelings for her had been there from 8th Grade. Call me pathetic for all I care, but haven't moved on, and am still holding onto this unrequited crush.
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I took out my phone and took a video of her dancing. When she walked back to me, I told her, "Hoyeche tor? Can we now go back to the hotel?" Not letting her know that I loved seeing her dance. (translation: Are you done?)
"If you were so annoyed, then why did you take my video? Didn't think I would notice?" She said smugly.
"You want to know?" I whispered under my breath.
"What?" she questioned.
"Nothing, please let's go back to the hotel now?" I said. We had almost reached the end of the market and were proceeding towards our hotel, which was a five-minute walk from there. Ankita stopped there, looking at some bauls, one-stringed instrument,
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