A cluster of short stories
My Top Secret: I love happy endings because I know my life won't have one, reading an imaginary character's happily ever after somehow makes me happy, as if it's me who got a happy ending.
And my writings are based on my t...
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Baano entered in a dimly lit theatre hall, curious at why Armaan has called her here.
Okay, its understandable that he is a director but it doesn't mean his whole life should be revolving around shooting set and theatre hall.
And if its really like that then why not he start living in a theatre, eating popcorn for the three meals of a day.
"Armaan... Armaan... are you here?" Her voice echoed in the hall, reminding her of a horror movie she watched a few days ago. She had to watch ten comedy movies to get over those horrific scenes.
Is Armaan going to kill her? Just like a psycho lover shown in those stupid unreal movies.
No, he won't do that. But the way she ruined his Butter Chicken moment there are possibilities.
Because if it was possible then Armaan would have surely married Butter Chicken. And his children would be Chicken Biryani, Chicken do pyaza, Chicken curry. Why don't he simply changes his name from Armaan Gill to Chicken Gill. Haha!
Switching of spotlight caught her attention. The beams directly fell on a dark figure standing in front of the wide silver screen. His shadow was thrice his size, invading the silver screen, looking like a devil. But his tall frame illuminating in the white light made him look angelic. His face had a graceful smile, not his usual silly grins.
Their eyes collided. Other times their eye contact would be cold, because his feelings weren't reciprocated by her. But at that moment it was showered with warmth, a warmth being poured from her soul to her eyes.
Is it even possible to fell in love with just a mere eye contact? That too with a person whom you considered as a psycho previously.
She was lost in him, but lights turned off and he himself got lost in the darkness. She panicked.
"Armaan!"
However, in the response the wide silver screen suddenly played a scene.
It was her, beating the Sarpanch's son with her Dadi's legendary stick. It was not just a scene. It was that beautiful moment when she unknowingly stole his heart. She looked fierce, scary and what not in that scene. She wondered what he liked in her. She clearly knew that the type of girl she is, no guy had enough courage to bear her temper for his whole life.
But obviously Armaan being Armaan had different expectations from his life. And when it comes to courage, he would happily take a selfie with Royal Bengal Tiger itself.
As the screen went black again, spotlight fell on her, making the moon hid away in the envy.
"Baano..." His voice rang amist of this darkness. "I don't know how or why, but when I saw that fierce tigress I knew I fell in love. I know I am weird, but that's the reason I loved you. Because you are different, unique and definitely not a damsel in distress. I never liked those girl who needed a man for support. I always liked those girls who were enough even if alone. You are exactly that. You are enough even if alone. Only you can complete me."
