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Heya friends, here goes the eighth chapter of my ff and I must say I’m overwhelmed with the amazing comments I’m getting every day. Thank you so much for all your support and keep reading and writing comments.
Here are the links to the previous chapter:
Hope you all would like it.
I ain’t sorry for loving you:
CHAPTER 8 – Her present, my confession:
I couldn’t believe that she gave me one of her deceased father’s favourite belongings. I have seen people fight for such things selfishly. I had lost all the doubts I had of her not feeling for me. But it could be that I’m just a special friend. That’s it. I was in great turmoil again, sinking in deep sadness.
“Hey Bhaiyaa, give it to me once.” Rudra asked me for the Brooch. It was the only thing I couldn’t give him.
“Bhaiyaa, come on, just a look.” I couldn’t fight his curiosity and gave up.
“My goodness, it has diamonds!” Om’s eyes went round.
“No wonder that person had the same tastes as you” Rudra exclaimed, referring to me.
“That is why she gave it to me,”
“And you are taking a good care of it.” Rudra gave it back to me. They patted at my back and went off.
I looked at the giant Ruby, the centrepiece of the whole jewel. It reflected my face on it and suddenly some sad tears clouded my vision, remembering her words. “Special” I said, smiling at my reflection.
I thought of telling her whatever I had in my mind. Om had been pestering on me for days. He was so hell-bent on convincing me. Rudy had turned totally hopeless. He knew me better. So he never talked to me about it. OmRu had said-“It has to be Special” and I had asked mindfully “What?” They had said angrily- “The confession, you Duffer!” But I would be a duffer thinking of ways to make it ‘Special’. I knew she hated Grand surprises and that too, those cheesy rose-petalled-bollywood-type-candlelight dinners, were definitely not her type. She would straight away take a U-turn if I thought of anything like this. So I thought of keeping it simple. “What to do now?” My mind asked me. Practical Question – “Where would I propose her?” “What say of the office?” “Nah, she would better kill me than saying yes.” So I thought of her house, “Yeah, a good place” my heart chirped.
Author’s note: I know I might have disappointed you people with a really small chapter, but believe me I just can’t help it, I’m going according to the storyline. The IMPORTANT NOTE: CONFESSION AHEAD…… I know the confession is going to be super-duper ___________…Ha ha… I want you all to fill in the Blank and tell me who’s going to confess before, my Prince or his Princess……..Keep guessing and……mmm…..wait for the surprise!
(Be unique, be original, be you).
So how’s it my sweeties? Drop down the comments below and don’t forget to comment and definitely read the confession…….I know the suspense gets on nerves…….. But still stay tuned……
Lots of Bhalobasha,