She wanted it that way – 4

She wanted it that way – 3
She wanted it that way – 2
She wanted it that way – 1

Continued…

“Da, what’s wrong?” Vidya broke his reverie.
“Nothing Vid, just thinking…”
“Ha ha … that was a good joke…”
Vishaal smiled, he loved it when his sister made fun of him. The only earthly bond that had kept him here was his kid sister and now this mysterious girl. He knew his mother would be taken care of by her husband and Vishaal somehow hated his dad for what he was. Apart from taunting him every now and then, his father had a habit of dominating everyone because he called himself the creator. He had created what they had now. Only the pain and hatred part came to Vishaal.
“Da, you are thinking about dad again.” Vidya commented.
Vishaal could not believe that his sister could face read him so correctly, also, the anger was very evident on his face.
“Da, go and sleep in your room and please chill ok? Some day you are going to repent for all the thoughts you have about him”
“Oh yeah! Sure… you just get married soon sweetie for I need a new home … I will join you” Vishaal winked and walked to his room.
Vidya switched off the light in the balcony and walked back to her room.

The next day Vishaal woke up pretty early and was getting ready. Vidya was watching her brother comb his hair, straighten the collar, spray some perfume and he spent more than the regular time in front of the mirror.
“Da! You are in love!” Vidya exclaimed…
She was about to sing song his little secret but Vishaal pulled her inside his room and closed the door. They had a short pillow fight and signing of a pact that Vidya would keep her mouth shut and he would take her to a film.
“Who’s she?”
“None of your business”
“Mamma, Da wants to tell u something” was Vidyas’ muffled scream. Muffled because Vishaal had covered her mouth with his hand
“Ok loudspeaker, just switch yourself off” Vishaal said removing his hand and continued, “I do not know her name”
“Oh, love at first sight”, Vidya said sitting on the bed
“No, second…” Vishaal sat next to her “also, I think she hates me”
“C’mon da, no one can hate you. You are the most wonderful person I have known. You just need to change a few things in you, or may be “most” of the things in you. Had I not been your sister I would have married you”
“Oh yeah and your father would have killed both of us” Vishaal grinned and walked to the door.
“Da you are forgetting something” Vidya said picking up the packet of cigarettes from his desk and showed it to him
“Don’t you ever take that thing in your hand” Vishaal said snatching it from her grip and threw it into the waste paper basket.
Vidya was smiling as Vishaal walked out of the room.
“Da is really in love”

Vishaal walked to his regular spot but he did not talk to his friends. He stood there, looking in different direction. The silence was getting unbearable for his friends. One of his friends broke the ice, “C’mon we did not know you had soft corner for that girl” Even I did not know that Vishaal thought. “Look! We are sorry!” his other friends joined in. “It is ok” Vishaal said. One of his friends offered him a cigarette and when Vishaal said no they looked at each other and shook their head.
Vishaal was too busy to notice that. He was searching for the girl. He wanted her to see that he was not smoking. But she did not come. May be she has changed her route because of these idiots, Vishaal frowned.

…Part Five

Arti D. Honrao

She wanted it that way – 3

She wanted it that way – 2
She wanted it that way – 1

Continued…

Vishaals’ friends noticed the look on his face and started teasing him and perhaps for the first time he was angry on them. Without looking back at them he moved out of that place. Still unable to decide why he reacted like this, he was smoking furiously like a chimney as he was walking to nowhere. Why was he feeling so hurt on seeing the look on her face? He was used to this kind of behavior from his father, but why did he not like that the girl found him to be disgusting? And what was it that she found disgusting in him. The answer was there, stuck in between his fingers, moving in and out of his lips. It took some time for him to figure that out but he could not quit smoking, he was a chain smoker. He never realized that he was walking for more than an hour and had left his society far behind. He started walking back but decided against it. He walked to a bus stop and waited for the bus to take him to his favorite spot. He wanted to be alone today.

He spent almost the entire day amidst the nature. After getting down from the bus he walked some distance to this place, which was far from the main road. This place gave him peace of mind when he needed it. Standing there on the cliff he pulled out a cigarette and began smoking. He was deep in thoughts and never realized when he finished all the cigarettes from his packet. He threw the packet down the cliff and thought to himself, someday may be I will throw myself like this. He had done his M.com and was looking for a decent job but soon he gave up his search as he was refused wherever he went. He loathed being rejected. The reason for the rejection was almost always money that they asked from him to be selected and the other reason was that he did not have any influence. He had uploaded his resume on one of the sites offering job opportunities but other than that he was not trying. Day by day his fathers taunts were getting unbearable and he wanted to end his life. He had no objective in his life, no dream to achieve till he saw this girl. He had accepted that he was a loser but seeing the same views in the girls’ eyes had hurt him to the core. Deep inside he wanted to prove himself to her. The sun was moving closer to the horizon and it was time to return home. Reluctantly he walked back to the nearest bus stop and coming back to the society the first thing he did was buy a new packet of cigarettes and an extra one to smoke before returning home and yes he did not forget the mint. Everyone at home knew that he smoked and he was not worried about it. He took the mint on Vidya’s i.e. his sisters’ request, who hated that smell in his breath while he spent time with her in the balcony taking her lessons. Today was supposed to be her tuition day. That was the only thing he loved being at home for. When he returned home after finishing his cigarette and the mint, Vidya was waiting for him, as usual. His parents had already gone to bed. He walked directly to the balcony and after some time Vidya joined him with the plate of food. The first bite of dinner was always from the hand of his sister and then he finished the rest of the dinner while Vidya continued studying. Vishaal loved watching her study. He was meant to be there for her in case she had any doubts but almost always she did it on her own. His father did not know that he was worried about her future too but he was helpless. Sitting there in the balcony, unknowingly his thoughts drifted back to the incident that had upset him. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, as if he had made a decision.

…Part Four

Arti D. Honrao

The eight things tag

Well! This post comes in between the story parts but I had to get done with it asap so that I could concentrate in writing the story further…
So here is “the eight things tag”

This is the first time I have been shot … I mean tagged by Crazy doll. It asks me to write 8 points about my perfect lover so here are the eight points. [Guys who are 28+ and fulfill the requirements can apply for the position ]

Rules of the game are …
1. The tagged victim has to come up with 8 different points of their perfect lover.
2. Need to mention the sex of the target.
3. Tag 8 victims to join this game & leave a comment on their comments saying they’ve been tagged.
4. If tagged the 2nd time, there’s no need to post again.

Sex of the target : Male

Qualifications required …

1. He should be loving, caring and compatible with me.
2. He should do those little things for me, which would add a smile to my face like giving gifts [not so expensive would do] and roses or take me to a candlelight dinner. Not ever forget my birthday or our anniversary etc. Take me for a long drive on full moon day … I mean night.
3. He should be able to handle my bouts of anger and know that the only way to cool me down is to understand my point of view. [He can tell me that I am wrong, but better not do that during such times]
4. I can tolerate a debate on some issues but he should not be a bag of complaints and not be adamant telling me that he wants things his ways.
5. It goes without saying that he should be loyal to me [in front of me, behind my back, to my right or to my left]
6. He should be able to make me smile when I am depressed and be willing to give me a hug when I need one [even if it means hugging me in the middle of the crowded market]
7. He should be able to trust me and know that I would be there for him whenever he needs me. [I would hate if he kept secrets from me and ask for help from others without approaching me first.]
8. Last but not the least he should accept me as I am and love me for what I am and not try to change me. [It does not mean that I would not change myself for him, I would, but not only because he wants me to.]

If me, then why not you? [Humka maafi daido :p]

1. Amrit
2. Tarni
3. Rockus
4. Emotions
5. Manish Chauhan
6. Sanyukta
7. Ammey Kesarkar
8. Neetika

All the best
Arti D. Honrao

She wanted it that way – 2

She wanted it that way – 1

Continued…

Thanks to this stranger, Vishaal could not sleep peacefully at night. Whenever he closed his eyes he saw that girl standing at her balcony and then his heart beat so fast and loud that it was impossible to sleep. As a result of this it was really late when he woke up. When he looked at the bedside watch he knew that today was one of those dreaded days when he would have to listen to the babbling of his father about the job hunt. The moment he stepped out of his room to go to the washroom he heard his fathers voice echo in the entire house. He was taking to Vishaals’ mother but the words were meant for him. “Why don’t you tell your son that it is high time he starts earning? When I was of his age I had the responsibility of 3 sisters and parents and I was fulfilling my duty to the best. He has finished his education at the expense of his fathers’ funds and now he is running away from his responsibilities.” Vishaal ignored the comments and finished his morning routines. He was seated at the dining table waiting for his mother to arrange the breakfast. His sister was already seated there with a textbook covering her face. When the breakfast was served and Vishaal was about to start eating he heard his father saying, “When would he understand that it takes so much efforts to earn the money to eat the kind of breakfast he is eating?”
That was it. He kept the spoon back in the dish and got up from his chair. His mother tried to hold him back but seeing the look on Vishaals’ face she let him go.

Vishaal put on his slippers and walked out of the house. Once he reached the corner of the street he pulled out the packet of cigarette from his jeans pocket, placed a cigarette in between his lips and lit it. He reached his regular spot where he spent most of his time with his friends. They were already seated there waiting for him. For some time he did not speak anything and his friends knew that he was frustrated. They left him alone with his cigarettes. One after another he puffed some 3-4 cigarettes and then he was back to normal chattering with his friends and cracking jokes. Unknowingly his eyes were searching for the girl as if knowing that she would pass by from there like she had done yesterday. She was new in the society because he knew almost every girl around and none had touched his heart as this one had. As if his request being granted by the almighty, he saw her approaching the corner. She was clad in a perfect fitting blue salwar-kameez and the ends of her duppatta were softly lifted every now and then because of the breeze. Vishaal was almost ready to feel the duppatta again. Holding his cigarette in his lips and breathing through it he kept staring at her without realizing that the girl was looking at him too. She cast a disgusted look at him and walked away making sure that her duppatta was out of his reach. The effervescence of Vishaals’ hope died the moment she walked past and got into an auto-rickshaw.

Part three

Arti D. Honrao

Finally!

Finally the 11th vote is here thanks to emotions …
The poll is [obviously] no longer open. You can view the results here. [I was stuck on 5-5 yesterday and did not get the 11th vote and today! I get two votes instead of one, luckily for the same option ]

The next part would be posted today, perhaps by afternoon or at the most … by evening

Happy reading!

Arti D. Honrao

Still undecided…

“I CANNOT BELIEVE THIS! I AM STUCK ON 5-5 SINCE YESTERDAY!”

Yeh kya ho raha hai? Kuch lete kyun nahi … I mean kuch karte kyun nahi?
My brother wanted to vote yesterday but I did not allow him to vote because he is my brother

Isn’t there a rule in most of the contests that the relatives are not allowed to participate?
I wonder whether people setting those rules get a kick on their asses just like I did yesterday …ouch!

I am still waiting for the final deciding vote…

Arti D. Honrao

Story poll

What would you prefer? Reading the story in parts maintaining the suspense what would happen next or as whole, read it once and get over with it

The choice, which gets majority of votes would be followed.
If “as whole” wins then I would [perhaps] need a two or three days to complete the story

I am talking about the story I started writing just before taking this poll…
“She wanted it that way”

Just in case you want to know how this story idea came to me…
I was relaxing in my chair and as I closed my eyes I saw a guy standing over a cliff. It was raining and he was enjoying getting wet in the rain. Then my mind began exploring … who is this guy and what is he doing here? Not all guys enjoy doing this, then why is he enjoying it? I felt as if I am a part of the scene and the guy turned around to tell me his story …

I opened my eyes, switched on the puter and began composing in microsoft word. The story is not yet complete as this guy is still speaking to me and somewhere behind my daily activities, I am listening to him.
Am a weird kinda girl, ain’t I?

Read the story

In partsAs whole

Voting will be valid only till the total votes of 10. If both the options get equal number of votes I would need one more “deciding” vote

DECIDING VOTE PLEASE … THE PERSON WHO VOTES SHOULD LEAVE HIS / HER NAME IN COMMENTS.

Arti D. Honrao