someone like you-chapter-1


Someone like you
Hai guys I am back with the 1st chapter. I doesn’t reply you personally sry 4 tat.
‘ALL right.It isn’t going to be that’re just getting paranoid,I tell myself for the Zillionth time and take a deep breath in and slowly let it out.Ihave always been a closet drama queen, that’s what my sister say.After all,it is just a matter of one week .That’s just seven days . How likely is it that in a mere seven day’s time, someone will find out that Iam the most socially ill-equipped and maybe, just maybe, the most boring person ever?
I have never managed to keep myself interested in myself, forgot about anybody else. Over the years, the growing disinterest that the people show towards me has turned me vengeful and I, in turn, have no interest in anybody at all . And that disinterest is etched all over my face, accompanied by the big f**k OFF signpasted on my forehead.

Seven days also means one hundred and sixty-eight hours or four thousand and sixty-two minutes. Every seconds of which, I ‘ am supposed to spend surrounded by girls.Girls who take pains to dress up and look pretty. Girls who actually know how to dress up and look pretty. Girls who have boys fawning all over them, following them around, hoping for a glimpse.
Point is, for the next one week, I am supposed to be surrounded by girls who are …… well, girls. That is not to say that Iam not a girl. Of course I am.I MEAN, IF WE GO BY THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES THAT I AM BLESSED WITH. Icould have been a little more ENDOWED at certain parts of my body, though that’s off the topic.BUT Just because Ihappen to have physical evidence, it does not make me agirl. A guy with boobs, a guy had called me once. IT was meant as asnide remark on my wretched looks. I would’ve happily done the honours of knocking his teeth off,but Istopped myself oly bcuz of 2 reason 1- the guy navoroz, I oly tlk to him. 2ly- wat he said is untrue. I doesn’t had any mannerismwhich thought I’m agirl. I does’n care abt my beauty. And more than anything else, I think I’m 2 late.. when I was young no 1 was threr to doll me up, I guess I was pretty 2. But slowly I tuned uglier by comparison. I look myself in the mirror, I get disappointed.
Look at my chiffon.No silk.Not a single dress,which I can worn for a party/a date. I does not like 2 wear sandals whose heels r more than 2 inch.I still end up wearing my sneakers. I doesnot hve a bf(boy friend).I only dated was piyushmehra.Bastard of the highest order.

Iwas pretty good at studies.when iwas in 10th std I stufied hard to get nice mark.Then the piyush happened.Piyush,the wide-eyed rich guy noticed me.He looks gud in srounded with many frds.the wayhe held my hand in the last bench and said ihave the prettist eyes in the world.Int tat my hrt melted. In 3 mnths I understood the redponsinility of a girl friend.not dating-waiting,helping in studieds.
After 1 mnth he held some ones hand said the samethin to her.
Iwas broken,iclosed myself in a room n cried lot. Started to watch sad movies,songs………….
Idid bad in boad exam n as expted I got less mark. My father came to my room along wiyh ice cream n hug me n said I hve full faith on u ragini n I knew its not ur bst mrk. Ur meant 4 bigger things. It touched my heart n I moved 2 tears. When the other children’s were beaten up 4 not getting nice marks.

Precap: to be continued.

Guys I no it is getting bored when it get into climax it will be superb.
If there is any mistake please for give me as I write it so fastly b’cauz easter n gud Friday is here. I’ve 2 prepare 4 it n go to church. I doesn’t no when I’ll post next part. Tanq guys 4 supporting me. Next part is also the remaing introduction. Bye….

Credit to: Neena Raichel

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  1. Spr dea…..??

  2. very nice episode…….the way u expressed ragini’s pov was juz fantastic…. real one…..
    loved it…..
    plzzz try to update soon…..
    Happy Easter….

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