"Ektu aste katha bol", Rita spoke in a very serious tone.
Amit, who had gone to room 101 for collecting income-tax forms, was a little taken aback. Sure, he was asking in high decibels whether anyone in that room had access to the forms, yet something in Rita's tone seemed amiss. Yes, she was talking on the landline but the room was a large one! Someone standing at the door would have to shout so that the everyone could hear him. On learning that the forms were not in 101, Amit closed the door and headed back to his room. He was constantly plagued by her tone.
What is she thinking? Maharani naki?
He felt a little bad for himself. He had been wooing Rita for a couple of days and she had nicely adjusted herself on thin wire of giving in and not yielding. This was exactly the best thing Amit liked about romance. Any answer away from the wire meant the romance was over. But Rita's tone today was a little off-beat. In his head all he could see was Rita viewing him as just another preme pora admirer.
To hell with re-kindling romance with you!
He felt he must have lifted her a little too far from the ground in the last few days.
You are beautiful only if I write so about you.
He wanted to feel light. Rita had always been interested in him. He liked her too. But he could never fall for anyone who had already fallen for him. Thus he had always kept turning her down. Now it seemed that the wheel had turned.
No way! I haven't fallen for you.
He came back to his office and turned on Whole Lotta Love . Higher the notes reached, farther the heaviness went away.
Nah! I'm alright.
Amit lit a cigarette. What if all we needed was nicotine!
Amit, who had gone to room 101 for collecting income-tax forms, was a little taken aback. Sure, he was asking in high decibels whether anyone in that room had access to the forms, yet something in Rita's tone seemed amiss. Yes, she was talking on the landline but the room was a large one! Someone standing at the door would have to shout so that the everyone could hear him. On learning that the forms were not in 101, Amit closed the door and headed back to his room. He was constantly plagued by her tone.
What is she thinking? Maharani naki?
He felt a little bad for himself. He had been wooing Rita for a couple of days and she had nicely adjusted herself on thin wire of giving in and not yielding. This was exactly the best thing Amit liked about romance. Any answer away from the wire meant the romance was over. But Rita's tone today was a little off-beat. In his head all he could see was Rita viewing him as just another preme pora admirer.
To hell with re-kindling romance with you!
He felt he must have lifted her a little too far from the ground in the last few days.
You are beautiful only if I write so about you.
He wanted to feel light. Rita had always been interested in him. He liked her too. But he could never fall for anyone who had already fallen for him. Thus he had always kept turning her down. Now it seemed that the wheel had turned.
No way! I haven't fallen for you.
He came back to his office and turned on Whole Lotta Love . Higher the notes reached, farther the heaviness went away.
Nah! I'm alright.
Amit lit a cigarette. What if all we needed was nicotine!
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