Chapter 4
Crossed my legs and leaning on the wall I have been stupid really STUPID in capital to wait for her.
You know why?
I have been staring at her for the whole lecture. She wasn't at all needed in the class neither was she concentrating. She was day dreaming all the time while the wide tooth and glasses bigger than his face adorn professor was yelling at other students.
Yet she was in a hurry to come to the college.
Wherein she could have spent the entire day with Hot and cool guy like me.
Now don't take me wrong.
I did notice hot girls in the corridor gawking and drooling at me. I am handsome but still the girl who is supposed to be my fiancé doesn't even glance in my direction.
Instead she is face down as she walks out of the classroom and rushes to another wing.
No I am not a stalker but still I followed her earning quick appreciative glances from the girls around enjoying every bit of it
Who wouldn't?
When I found her standing a queue in the cafeteria asking for a cup of coffee I couldn't hold myself.
The white tunic, white again with a touch of red and she looks elegant in that simple outfit with blue denims below.
True Indian beauty....
I did not resist the urge to get close to her and swoon at the floral scent emanating from her and simply placed my arm on her shoulder from behind trying to surprise her.
However there is thin line between surprise and shock.
She jumped in the air and then turned around in a flicker lifting her leg right enough to hit me EXACTLY where the sun doesn't shine.
"What the F##K" I yelled holding my crotch.
Yes damn it! You find it funny while I was embarrassed holding my crotch in front of around 65 students all staring back at me as if I was a psycho rapist.
"You are one hell of a feisty." I shouted angrily obviously in pain.
"I.. I am sorry. I did not realize it was you." She came closer bending a little to assess the damage.
Shit who wouldn't love a girl's face to face with that part of his masculinity?
I know the answer..
One whose been hit at the same masculine glory by the same girl.
"You came all of a sudden and touched me. I am not used to." She said, genuinely sorry. "You are one hell of a stalker" she finished angrily
"Its okay. I never knew you'd be scared." I tried to make her feel less apologetic and a little calmer too.
"Scared my foot." She snapped back, "It was sudden and you are not allowed to touch me like this."
I stood on my foot feeling better after the little caressing my cupping of hand could give to my delicate organ and asked "Why do I intimidate you?" getting too close to her liking.
As expected she turned uncomfortable "No I am not intimidated by some lover boy who is fattu (coward) enough to not be able to confess to his parents about his love.
"Ouuuccch" that hurt.
"Whoa so my miss goody two shoes is not fattu and brave enough to admit to her parents that she doesn't want to marry a guy who already admits that he loves someone else. Why? May I ask so" I asked equally annoyed.
