Hii!!! Friends this the simple but complicated love story of Indian teens SIDDHI AND AARAV. Who are madly in love with eachother. They both have completely different prospective in life but we all are familiar with law of nature that”opposite attract” this what happened with them. And soon became inseparable.
My first writing in public platform.please give your views
“First day I met you , you soothed me;
You calmed me down when I was at haste;
You held me like a cardle does to baby;
You were there through my thick and thins;
You held me tighter in my hardships;
You accepted my flaws with no complains;
You loved me without any conditions and gave me conditions to grow;
I can’t imagine a single day without you;”
Hey!! Remember I told you “we will make it.”
“You are my world
My beginning,my end;
You are my family
My mother,my dad;
You are my God
My worship,my faith;
You are my happiness
My smile,my madness;
You are my poetry
My phrases,my words;
You are my love
My life,my girl;”
Yes I believed you “we will make it”
20 December 2016
Hii!!! Kitti everyone is very hectic and all things appeared to be in choas. But I see my life is all set,universe would be also the small term to describe my happiness. He he I know I m using exaggeration but it’s necessary kitti. Me and Aarav will get tied in bond in next 12 hours. A bond of marriage world will accept our relationship and offically I can have sex with him. No kitty it’s not only for sex but I can live with that cute idiot 24/7 under same roof.
I can’t explain how happy I am. It just started from friendship and now we are getting married. It is just like a dream for me . I am pinching every now and then to make me realise that it is actually ki happening to me. Ohh someone is on the door …so bye kitti will meet you after turning from miss to mrs 🙂 🙂
Your loving Siddhi …….
……..AND HERE WE MET
* Siddhi Sharma*
Almost 8 years back on 20th June. 2008, suddenly alarm rang and my world of dreams came to an end. “Oh! God it’s 6 A.M”, I yawned and reminded myself. I woke up with great jerk forcing my body to come out of rest. I sat on the bed thinking deeply about today’s day at my school. It was not at all an ordinary day for me. As elections for school representative were going to be held and I was going to compete in those elections. It was the moment of prestige as only few students get chance to stand in school elections and luckily I was eligible for it.
For me it was once in life time opportunity and I didn’t want to miss it at any cost. After a while I heard my mom yelling and this led to full stop to my chain of taughts. I got up quickly from my bed and rushed towards the washroom for brush.
While I was brushing my mom came to bathroom to enquire about my bag is packed or not. She always used to enquire with strain on her face like police examining the criminals. Brush in my mouth and my mouth full of toothpaste foam I could not answer properly but then too I tried ” yesh Aai did.” I replied her but my words were not clear but clear enough to understand.
“I have made puris and fried potatoes,so before taking bath have breakfast ,it taste better when served hot.”she said, moreover she informed and by her expression it was clear that she expected me to follow.
“Yep,thanks for the favourite breakfast Mumma.”I spit out the foam and agreed to follow her instruction. She didn’t replied I think she was busy in frying puri. I continued brushing and my thinking process switched on. “My day is already good,after all my mom made 400 calories breakfast just because it’s my favourite and my elections,huh I know I will win after all I am famous in school .” I boasted in taughts and winning the election bought a smile on my face. After rinsing my mouth I directly landed on dining table and there I saw my younger brother Rahul was already having his puris and potatoes.”yum,looks tasty” I taught by salivating. But after staring for 6 seconds on puris my eyes felt on 12 year boy My brother Rahul. He is 2 years younger than me. In those time we hardly used to talk about anything peacefully. Our every talk gets converted into argument it may be because of middle teen age period or insecurity like something. I never communicated with him directly just because to avoid my vocal cords to turn in loud-speaker.
I took my sit on chair just opposite to him. He was looking at his plate and eating in hurry without chewing each morsel properly. I think he just swallow his every bite and leaves the work of all of digestion on Hydrochloric acid in stomach. He just glanced at me once by his eyes,neck still down on plate,but I didn’t react as I too have my ego. Just waited for my share of puris.
“So today elections,will you make it or not?”Rahul broke the awkward silence. But I stared at him as he was having wicked smile and it showed that he strongly belived that I won’t make it. Anyways it was not new for me he have always questioned my ability and jest my failures. “Let’s see” I answered his taunt . I don’t want argue with him in early morning and spoile my mood. Even it would not sound better that dining table in Sharma family turned to argument table. Just after this small gesture of argument my mom served me with three puris and fried potatoes and asked if I want more but I clearly denied. It’s true I like fatty things but I hate being fat.
After completing my breakfast,I rushed towards the bathroom for bath it was already 6:45 and I would be late if I waste my another minute.
My bathroom was most beautiful of all. It had blue tiles which gave transparent water a blue colour. The tiles on the walls have barbies print it was designed in way of Cinderella animated movie. I liked spending hours in it. On one wall it had three glass shelves on which I have kept numbers of face washes and soaps and just side of it was a big silver ring on which I hung my towel. As there was shortage of time so that day I didn’t play with water. I grabbed a face wash which protects skin from tanning and I actually need it that day due to elections I have to be out for long time. I opened the nozel and squeezed the tube the semi liquid white substance Fe on my palm and I went and stood near the mirror. My eyes fell of my clear image in mirror, I must say I indeed look beautiful in morning that too without any external things which make you look attractive -called make up. It was perfect morning face, eye lids were little swollen and the white cornea of eyes had reddish shade. Hmm. Eyes are beautiful most people have complimented me that my eyes were the most beautiful in me and it can drive anyone crazy. This craziness thing was told by a boy in my class who had crush on me. He said for creating impression, but he was not my type. It was big as the size of almond, bulging towards the centre and getting narrow towards the periphery. Moreover I feel that it represents the convex lenses which we used to draw in physics while learning refraction. Eye lashes were in perfect shape as painted by an artist. I had perfectly oval shape and a bit of chubby cheeks. I get dimples when I used to smile on my edges of lips. And my pink lips had increased my beauty to many folds. I had straight,black and shiny hairs and just 4 inches longer than the shoulders.
“Pretty, I look pretty and my husband would be luckiest to have me.” I taught and yeah it’s quite interesting that a 9th grade girl thinking how lucky would be her husband. “Am I so girly?” This created again a confusion . We teens always stay in confusion we actually don’t have clarity. After admiring my beauty which was actually a waste of time but teens usually do in bathroom I rinsed my face and washed my body. After a little quick bath due to shortage of time I wrapped my body in towel and steped in my room.