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The Phone Call

She hated it that she had no control over herself every time she was around him. She could not help but stare and when he looked back at her and their eyes met, she felt her inner core self being thrown around like a paper boat in the sea.

His smile was genial and naughty, and his behaviour caring and confounding and yet she felt powerless in his presence. When his hand grazed hers, it was electric for her. She swallowed hard to avoid blurting out her feelings in front of the crowd and her friends wondered what happened to her chirpy persona.

She took deep breaths to control her physical and mental reactions and excused herself to go freshen up. All she could do was try to get control of her ragged breathing. Her heart was palpitating and she prayed no one hears it when she goes back. She had to hold back herself in the midst of friends as all she wanted to do was go and hug him tight and never let go.

She joined the party and all she wanted was to drown the noise of the world by pushing her head into his chest but that could not happen right now with all friends watching.

Just then his hand grazed her hand and the shock was enough to knock her off her feet. She held on to find a chair and he walked up to her; her heart pounded and hands shook in anticipation.

“Are you ok?” he asked and she just nodded. Her voice lost, she held on. She felt him looking right into her very soul. She felt naked and disarmed. She could not understand why she felt the way she felt, it was a school girl fear and anticipation, far enhanced than her very first furtive kiss.

They were friends and she knew all about him and yet she found it very difficult to express herself or control herself.

She collected herself with great strength and walked out for some fresh air as he turned away. She was trying to forget him when her phone broke her train of thoughts. She saw his name flash and her throat went dry and croaked out a hello.

His playful voice tickled her ears and made her blush as he asked, “How about a date this Saturday?”

She managed to croak a yes and dropped the phone.

He observed her from afar, her twinkling eyes, flush cheeks and the way she crinkled her nose when she was trying to hide her thoughts. It was a useless attempt as he enjoyed making her feel uncomfortable. Her face could not hide her emotions.

He smiled and went back to the party. He realized, there was no fighting love especially when a woman truly loves a man.

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  1. Dagny
    May 26, 2013 at 4:22 pm

    Smug, wasn’t he? So sure of her love… 🙂

    • July 3, 2013 at 2:20 am

      Sometimes you know and sometimes its a gamble but then its best to take a chance and be wrong than never try :).

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