My stupid and unbroken belief in love made me say yes to
him. My conscious reprimanded me about my decision the whole time. We had
decided to meet after a week. It was holiday seasons and our respective colleges
were closing down. The week passed like hours. It was already Monday-the start
of new week. I didn’t want to meet him. I had all the excuses ready in the back
of my head. I wanted to fall sick or get busy with my non functional blog.
Nothing such happened. I was as fit as ever. I was lazy to
login into my blog. So I got dressed up and set myself to the mission-how to
impress my sister in 10 days. Trust me! My sister was tough enough to be
impressed by a guy like him.
It was already 15 minutes past our planned time. I waited
for him impatiently. God! Why do people not understand the importance of time management?
He came after the little bit patience
that I had, was gone. I gave him the
fakest smile you would find in this world. As if this was not enough, he was in
the worst attire. Where was that charming guy who I saw yesterday?
Argghhh! What’s with the boys and their
dressing sense?
I wanted to smack my face. Well! I signed for it. So I had
big responsibility of transforming him. “Hey, what are you thinking so much?” ,
he asked. “You majorly require transformation. We have loads to do. Nishi (my
sister) is difficult to be impressed. You! Like this! She will never even look
at you.” I said. He was sad and quiet. He looked down at the floor like an
innocent boy. This melted my heart. “Don’t worry! I am there for you. I have
promised you and I don’t break my promises.”I said.
“So when do we start?” he asked innocently. “ Hmmm..From tomorrow.
I bet she will fall for you within 10 days. Just follow my instructions.” I
said. “One more thing- Girls love guys who are punctual. Come on time.” I
added. We prepared one hour schedule and it mainly focused on grooming him.
Day-1-I was on time at the café next to the cricket ground
he played often. He was as usual late. He came running and almost banged
himself on the glass door of the café. I turned my face away when I saw him. He
was an hour late from our schedule.
I got up and was ready to leave. “I am sorry. Don’t leave. I
was caught up with my friends and the match. Don’t leave.” he pleaded. “You
have something called your cell. You could have called me if you were going to
be late. I think you are not serious for my sister or anything. You are just
wasting my time. I AM LEAVING.” I screamed my lungs out. Everyone stared at us
to understand the commotion. As I stomped towards the entrance, he blocked my
way. He got down his knees and begged for my mercy.
(To be continued)
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