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Previous Navigation:  Chapter 7: It’s not the end, It’s a new beginning _______________________________ “ What! You are writing out love story! That too on your blog! Are you gone nuts Ansh!! ” Naina screamed as soon as Niki called her to tell my latest hit! “ Hmm but I have told everyone that it’s a fiction, don’t worry, aur waise bhi no one reads my blog so don’t worry” I replied while digging even deeper in screen of my laptop. “ But what’s the need? You want to tell everyone how we mate? I mean already half of the city knows how we met, now whom you want to tell?” she asked again with little irritation in her voice. “ I am writing because I want you to what I felt when I fall in love with you” I replied while my fingers were still on keyboard. “ Okay but do you think the people who will read your blog will believe that It’s a Fiction Not REAL? My name is there, Your Name is there and Niki told me that everything you wrote till now is sounding so real. How will you m

Previous Navigation :  Chapter 6: Dream v/s reality _____________________________ I always thought loneliness is a hallucination which I will never feel but I proved wrong. I never felt lonelier than I felt that night. I had no one with whom I can share my feelings; I wasn’t even talking to myself. “ Hi Anjit, how are you feeling now?” Dr. Bhatnagar’s voice brought me back to reality. “ You okay?” He asked when I didn’t answer. “ Hmm” I answered in very low voice. “ Ansh, I am like your elder brother if not brother you can consider me as your friend. I know what are feeling now and I very well know how does it feels. You can talk to me” I guess Riddhi told him about my situation hence he was trying to make things normal for me. “ What do you think Dr. Shashank; you might be thinking that I am a dumb guy, who thinks that a girl can love him only because he loves her?” I asked. “ No I don’t think so, because as far as I know you waited till now and you can’t fall in love unless you wan

Previous Navigation :  Chapter 5:Love is Pain, Really? _________________________________ Sometimes it’s really hard to make a distinction between dream and reality especially when you just have lost your senses. Last time when I closed my eyes everything went dark, and as I opened my eyes I saw a bright light, which was hurting my eyes. I always heard that when one dies, the soul travels to the other world where according to one’s characteristics in life the decision of heaven and hell is made and its path goes through a dark tunnel, which is full of obstacles, and after walking endlessly for so many hours one sees a bright white light which is told to be gate of the other world. What! I am dead! Damn! My love story just started and I am dead! Great! But why I am unable to budge even for an inch! “ Dr. patient is coming back to his senses” I heard a familiar male voice. “ See I told you, it wasn’t a big deal at all. It usually happens when patient is in trauma of accident. However we

Previous Navigation :  Chapter 4: No Facebook Only Love, Real Love ♥ _______________________ Close your eyes, Think of someone, Dream of them, Open your eyes, She’s here!! I rubbed my eyes thrice just to ensure that if I am still dreaming or she’s here in REAL. “ Good Morning…Oops Good Afternoon Ansh. How are you? I thought you woke quite a long ago but you are still sleeping lazy boy”, and she sat on chair spreading bubbles of  fragrance  all around. It took a few moments to decide that whether I should believe that she is here and feel her presence first or stop behaving like a nerd and greet her. “Hey good morning Naina” I missed you a lot lot lot I replied, keeping the important part in heart. “ How are you? ”  She asked again. Why her smile is so beautiful? why can’t she stop smiling; I am getting lost her smile with every passing moment. “ All good All Okay” I just came out from coma when you entered the room, I replied while leaving the important part unsaid. She scanned the

Previous navigation :  Chapter 3:Love is beautiful, isn’t it? __________________________ Stuck in a room with dimensions 14x16 of ICU ward and not supposed to play much with phone as if anyone will see they will either throw it away or keep it till I get discharge, is not at all a happy situation  and I am supposed to live with it for next 14 days. However Naina’s thoughts were keeping me away from the dreads. Another knock on door and before I could response a middle aged man came in. “ Hello I am Dr. Swamy, Hospital’s owner” and sat on the chair next to the bed. Why hospital’s owner came to see me, maybe he used to do a regular visit in all wards to ensure proper functioning of hospital or maybe to keep an eye on everyone but soon I realized it wasn’t. My one status update plus front page story on paper created a buzz around my social circle and they all have gathered in hospital’s lobby and hospital’s management stopped them to come up as according to rules they can allows only 4 p

Previous Navigation :  Chapter 2: You saved me, I saved you, but it’s not over! _______________________________ Even after being a frequent visitor of hospitals I never understood why the hell all hospitals smells exactly the same!  I wonder if they all have same phenol supplier who gives them a huge discount to buy that disgusted smelling phenol. Why don’t they use something which can make people feel good?? Anyways I should get used to of it, looking at my history I think I will be here soon again. A clumsy looking ward boy broke my grinding thoughts and helped to get my morning chores done without any trouble. However during it all he stood right in the right of me, to hold the drip stand as I am not supposed to be without the drips even for fraction of a second, and it wasn’t comfortable at all, but no option... Soon clock ticked 8 and news bulletin started. I tried locating the radio but surprisingly I couldn’t find it. I guess they’ve put it in all wards. Why news bulletin. T

Previous navigation : Chapter 1: Ahh I am in Love ♥ ________________________ “ An apple a day keeps the doctor away, So moral of the story is Kidnap all the fruit sellers and don’t starve the doctors “ “ Good morning Riddhi, so finally you have your own original PJ of the day exactly after 298 days” Dr. Bhatnagar‘s sleepy voice was close enough to make me wide awake, however I wasn’t sleeping at all. “ Hey it’s not 298 its only 297 :P ”, that could be Riddhi, I assumed. “ Okay okay, I am leaving now; give this cell to Mr. Superman. He probably would wake little late ” I imagined him winking.  “ Superman! Really! ok ok, bye, will catch you up for lunch, I made aaloo ke parathe” and she pulled the curtain to get in. I was wondering why doctors don’t feel like knocking sometimes. “ I heard superman is here…is that you Mr.…….Anjit?”  She smilingly said while reading my name on Reading chart. Her beautiful smile accompanied by the sunrise made a perfect combination to make me start rubbing

Previous navigation:  Introduction __________________________________ “ Congratulations my boy...You did it again successfully for the unbeatable 23 rd time!! You are the Superman! ”  Zoheb almost scared three fourth of the oldies and the kids who were wondering from past half an hour that WHO IS HERE! And they may have the hope that Superman is here! Now they are safe from the Bad people. Before Zoheb could say anything else the Nurse shouted “ It’s not your college canteen, its hospital and especially ICU of this hospital, wait over there and no more than two people are allowed to enter at once… who you are a celebrity huh? So many visitors and all are ill mannered…this generation…..” and she left us all in a shock. Yes I am in hospital, in I.C.U. ward and the number 23 is my accident count that I escaped successfully and yet again there was no fault of mine. How on earth you can imagine a guy sitting on the saddle of his ultra safe, extremely robust and the ‘Above all’ Karizma