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I have a best friend
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I've a best friend, her name is SANY
I've a best friend, she's one in many.
I've a best friend, she has beautiful eyes
I've a best friend, in whom my happiness lies.
I've a best friend, she never lets me cry
I've a best friend, she keeps my well of sadness dry.
I've a best friend, who understands what I say
I've a best friend, who gives my dreams a way.
I've a best friend, who calls me stupid
I've a best friend, who herself behaves like a kid.
I've a best friend, who's always ready to break bones for me
I've a best friend, without whom I'm incomplete.
I've a best friend, whose smile makes my day
I've a best friend, it hurts when she's away.
I've a best friend, what else do I need?
I've a best friend, she's the result of my good deeds.
I've a best friend, she's like my treasure
I've a best friend, having her is a pleasure
I've a best friend, I call her PIPPO
I've a best friend, obviously I love her more🖤
#Nojoto #A_CrAZy_GaL

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Happy Birthday My Love 

{READ CAPTION} #NojotoQuote

written by: harsha
Yesterday was your birthday happy birthday my love,i am not good to expressing my self.. But I m trying coz when I heard about ur surgery,i was shattered and mind stop working for few minutes, that time I felt how much I love you and how mean u r for me. I wish you a speedy recovery from your recent surgery and hope to see you back on your feet soon. Have a blissful stay in the hospital, and get good rest!
We look forward to seeing you back to your usual self soon. All the best to you as you start the journey to a complete recovery. You are in my thoughts and prayers.
Your family, friends, and colleagues are thinking of you during this time of recovery from the operation. We love you and we want to see you get better soon so you can enjoy what you love to doing most!
Thank God that your surgery went successfully. Here’s wishing you all the best on your way to a full and quick recovery from surgery.
Sending good wishes to you to brighten your day. May you enjoy the best health possible today and for many years to come. I love you and wish you well!

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As always, everyone in this story is eighteen years or older. This is a completely standalone story totally apart from my intricately related other ones.

A heads-up for those with short attention spans: this is long. Look elsewhere for a quick fix. I won't judge you for looking for something shorter and please don't judge me.

A heads-up for the squeamish types too: there are equal parts incest and anal here. Hope that's your cup of tea.

Enjoy.

Words on Skin: A little sister can't say some things out loud

*~*~* Part I *~*~*

Lizzie watched as her best friend Jessica brushed past her brother again on her way through their kitchen. The house was packed full of people and there was plenty to eat and drink in every room but Jess still managed to find a reason to swing through the kitchen every fifteen minutes to flirt with her brother.

"Heya stud," Jessica smiled, "it really is nice to see you back around these parts again. I kinda missed you." She winked, nodded at Lizzie and wandered off again with a few gratuitous wiggles of her curvy hips.

Lizzie's brother leaned into her with the question she saw coming, "Okay, what's with Jess? Does she like me now or something?"

Lizzie smirked and waited until Jessica turned a corner out of earshot. "Let's just say she likes the kinds of things she could do with you."

"And what kinds of things might they be?"

"You're the dumbest smart guy I know but even you're not that dumb. Either take that frisky cheerleader friend of mine upstairs and find out for yourself or stay down here and hang out with your adorable kid sister. Sounds like a close one. Want me to get a coin for you to flip, Scooter?"

"Don't bother dog-girl, I'm going with plan A."

Lizzie watched her brother toddle after Jessica. As consolation, she took a long swig of her beer, swallowed, and howled softly to herself, "Bawoo."

Her brother Richard was a year older and actually was the dumbest smart guy she knew. Sometimes she swore he couldn't see the nose in front of his face. He was pure book smarts from head to toe. He'd steamrolled through high school - racking up the highest GPA in the school's history then nailed a perfect SAT. He'd even be finishing up his undergraduate ahead of schedule. Less than three years for a physics degree at one of the best programs in the country? Who the hell could compete with that?

Lizzie sighed. She was proud of her big brother but sometimes he made her feel small. All she could do was run. Ba-frickin'-woo.

The "dog-girl" and "bawoo" thing? That started when her middle school track coach came to visit their house after school eight years ago. Lizzie and her brother snuck to the top of the stairs to listen to the grown-ups talking down in the kitchen.

"You have a lovely home, Miss Robbins, and I appreciate your agreeing to see me. I know you're a busy woman so I won't take up too much of your time. I'm happy to tell you that you have a very gifted child."

"I'm quite proud of Richard, but I thought..."

"I'm not here to talk about your son. I'm here to talk about Elizabeth. I'm her track coach. I thought you should know that Liz is an excellent runner. In fact, she may just be the best I've ever seen."

"Really? I mean, I guess she has always been quick on her little feet. If I look away for a second she's gone."

Lizzie remembered beaming proudly at Richard upstairs. She took this as a big compliment.

"It's more than just that, Miss Robbins. Look, middle school kids? Even the fast ones? They're a mess when they run, all of them pushing and shoving to get up front, to lead right from the beginning. It's complete chaos. None of them have the maturity or the patience to pace themselves. To hang back and wait for the right time to make their move. Hell, most of them won't even figure that out in high school. But not Lizzie. She's... she's very special."

"How so?"

"You need to come to our track meets. To support her and see what I mean at the same time. Lizzie doesn't run. She... well... she chases." The coach's voice grew more excited, "She does it every race. It's a beautiful thing to watch. Less than halfway through, Lizzie falls in a few yards behind the lead girl. She tracks her. She... she drives her. Heck, she even baits her. Then at the very end, Lizzie simply runs her down. Honestly, I don't think I'd even call what Liz does 'cross-country.' She's not just running. She's hunting. Like a... like a little dingo."

Upstairs, Richard hugged her with one arm and teased her softly, "Sweet, Mom's going to buy you a flea collar, sis."

"Bawoo," Lizzie howled quietly into his shoulder and giggled.

It was her very first bawoo.

Of course, the coach's offhand nickname stuck with Lizzie and "Li'l Dingo" would eventually be stitched across the back of her track uniforms.

As the years went by, Lizzie ran and ran and her body changed. By high school, the quick little blonde pixie became a sleek and slender young woman. Lizzie looked like a gazelle but she still ran like a predator. Chasing. Hunting. Winning. In fact, she would win state finals in cross country each of her four years in high school, a feat unheard of before Lizzie.

People even came to track meets to watch her. And who could blame them? She was hotter than hell in her school's skimpy little track uniforms, long, sleekly muscled legs and bobbing little breasts. Her finishes were always spectacular too. After loping along patiently at the number two spot for three miles, she'd get this crazy little grin. Then her legs would stretch, they'd quicken, and Lizzie would start her race. Without fail, she'd chase that poor last girl down like something small and tasty.

Two months ago, when Lizzie broke through the yellow tape at her last high school race, she didn't have to howl for herself. Her coaches, her family, and classmates were doing it for her, for their favorite little dingo, "Bawoo! Bawoo!"

Lizzie snapped out of her reminiscing when Richard reappeared with Jessica. The curvy, raven-haired cheerleader winked at Lizzie as she led her brother upstairs. One of Jessica's hands was already playing at the bottom of her tight tank top, obviously itching to get it off. Jessica liked to show off her body and Lizzie didn't blame her. Speaking objectively, Jessica's breasts were spectacular and she had every right to be proud of them. Of course, half the guys in their high school class could draw them from memory. Perhaps Jess was a little too proud of her boobs.

Lizzie took the next couple of minutes to finish her beer then she set it down. She chewed her lip again, pondering, then decided to follow them. She was more than a little curious and she knew her brother well. Odds were that he'd be too distracted by Jessica's charms to shut his sticky bedroom door completely.

She crept up towards his bedroom and she was right. There was a quite peekable gap left. She sat herself tipsily down on the floor for a little bit of perving. Okay, a lot of perving.

From the look of things, Richard was having one of the best nights of his life. Jessica had always been that perfect cheerleadery mix of flexibility and eagerness that drove guys crazy.

At that moment, Jessica was topless and cupping her oversized, flawless breasts in her hands with her lips wrapped around half of Richard's cock. Lizzie gaped. Her brother's erection was impressive and while Jess was working her mouth down on it steadily, she was definitely struggling. Her full lips strained to fit around his shaft. When she finally swallowed his entire length, she groaned from her chest and bobbed slightly.

Lizzie had to admit, Jess knew how to please a guy. The curvy brunette never forgot to look up and keep eye-contact with her brother even as her hands slid down from her own tits and under her skirt to quickly drag a small white thong down and off.

Yep, Jess knew what she was doing. Lizzie watched as her gal pal ditched her skirt then scooted onto the bed on her back and spread her legs. Lizzie and her brother's eyes were both drawn to the same place. Jessica was shaved completely bare. Her tiny glistening sex was a perfectly smooth and pink invitation. Scooter paused only long enough to finish getting his pants off and quickly slid on top of her.

Lizzie watched her friend's mouth fall open as Richard eased himself into her. Jess shifted and pulled her legs up very high, limberly hooking them over Richard's shoulders. Yep, flexible and eager. Damn cheerleaders.

For the next half hour, Lizzie watched her brother make love to her best friend. She was appalled and excited at the same time. Jessica shivered through three separate and very satisfying-looking orgasms before Richard groaned his own release. Lizzie assumed they were done.

But they weren't done.

Jessica slipped herself off the bed and did something Lizzie didn't expect -- not from her eighteen year-old friend. Jess stood, turned, and bent herself forward at the waist with her upper body on the bed. She swished her little cheerleadery bubble butt temptingly.

"C'mere Scooter, I've got this other hole you missed."

Out in the hallway, Lizzie's eyes slowly widened. Partly because Jessica had just used Lizzie's nickname for her brother. And partly because Jessica offered what she did - Lizzie had no idea her friend did... well... that.

Mostly though, Lizzie was astonished because her big brother, her sweet and gentle Scooter who used to read her bedtime stories when they were little, didn't hesitate. He simply stood and moved behind Jessica and then gave her just what she asked for, pressing himself into her ass with no more than a nod. Jessica whimpered at the invasion but didn't move away. Worst of all, the bastard was good at it, judging from the very happy groans Jessica made over the next ten minutes.

It was wrong and dirty and nasty and... hot.

Peering through the crack into her brother's bedroom at the gleeful sodomy scene, Lizzie's surprised face slowly spread into the same determined expression she wore at the last 100 yards of every race she'd ever run.

Lizzie would chase. And she'd win. She always did.

Bawoo.

She wandered back downstairs quietly for another beer.

*~*~* Part II -- One year later *~*~*

Twenty-years and two days old, Richard woke to the sounds of sea gulls crying and surf lapping at the beach. But it wasn't either of those things that drew him out of his sleep. It was a slender little finger that did it. That finger was tracing letters across his back. It wasn't all that odd, his kid sister Lizzie liked to wake him up this way - writing words on his skin.

They'd written messages like this for each other since they were children. It was their mother's idea. When they were young, their family went on long car rides to visit their grandparents. Little Richard and Elizabeth would get noisy in the back seat along the way -- two hours of nonstop tickling, poking, fighting, laughing and crying. Normal kid stuff, really. Unfortunately, their father was a bit high-strung and those long drives to see his in-laws only made him more tense.

Their mom did what good moms do. She buffered. She taught her children skinwriting to keep them occupied. "Give her your hand, Richie," his mother nodded at his sister from the front seat. "And close your eyes."

"Okay, now you think of a word, Liz. A small one. But don't say it out loud, honey. Ready? Now spell it on your brother's palm."

Liz nodded and traced each letter of her word with her tiny seven year-old finger. She had to write it twice before he could get it.

"Cat?" Richard finally guessed.

Liz giggled and their mother smiled. "Very good, you two. Lizzie, keep going until Richard guesses wrong. Let's see how many words you can get him to say."

Over the next two hours, their parents listened to the more peaceful sounds of elementary school vocabulary coming up from their backseat. "Dog." "House." "Truck." "Chicken, but you forgot the other 'c'."

Their mother's strange little improvised game was one of the many things that built a strong bond between Richard and Lizzie over the years. They had their tiffs and their struggles but they stuck by each other more than other siblings they knew. That bond grew even tighter when their family shrank a few years later. Their father died of a heart attack. No one was surprised -- he'd always been wound pretty tight. Their Mom missed him but she was leading an active, happy life again.

Richard focused on his sister's finger as it traced the three quick letters of her ritual puzzle before moving on to what she was going to make for breakfast.

The puzzle? He'd never solved it. Feeling what was for breakfast? That was easy.

"Pancakes," he muttered into the mattress.

"Good boy. And the other thing?" she scratched the thick brown hair at the back of his head.

"I still have no fucking idea what the hell 'imu' means."

"Ooh, poor little Scooter. Don't worry, you'll get it someday. You're the smartest dumb guy I know," she patted his back and left him alone to get dressed.

Stupid "imu" puzzle.

Eight years ago, he'd told her that she'd misspelled 'emu' and described the little ostrich-like bird. She'd laughed and shook her head, "Uh uh."

Seven years ago, he'd guessed that she'd cheated and skipped the apostrophe for "I'm U." Some sort of funny poetry thing. This of course made no sense. She'd laughed harder.

Lizzie's hardest laugh came three years ago when Richard, fresh from his first few weeks of high school physics had figured out that "I" was the letter for electrical current and the Greek letter "mu" was the symbol commonly used for a coefficient of friction. Thus, "I mu" meant "current friction" referring to how her finger was rubbing across his skin.

Lizzie had nearly wet herself laughing, "Dumbass, I wrote that for you when I was ten years-old. I barely understood what you just said now. How the hell could I have meant that then?"

She had a point.

Richard sighed into his pillow. He knew he was smarter than average and that he was pretty good at figuring things out. The fact that his little sister had stumped him for so long was a sore point.

Well, Lizzie was right about one thing -- pancakes sounded perfect for their first day at the beach.

By the time he splashed some water on his face and pulled on a bathing suit then made it to the kitchen, Lizzie had already finished cooking and was pouring coffee.

Amend that, pouring coffee in a bikini. Good god, his heart skipped several beats.

Lizzie's back was turned to him and the little black bikini's strings were knotted loosely at the middle of her back, her neck, and each hip.

Richard had long since made peace with the fact that his kid sister was far and away the prettiest girl he knew. Blonde with gigantic, soft, bambi-brown eyes, she was a gifted long distance runner and it showed. Basically, everyone agreed she looked like a gazelle. Her long, slender legs swept up into an equally sleek little ass. Her slim, tight upper body matched her lower half.

Lizzie Robbins was built for speed. And bikinis. She looked amazing in that suit.

He snapped out of his daze when she turned, golden ponytail swinging, and handed him a cup of coffee.

"How late did you get here last night?" she asked as she slid into her seat at the table. The motion made her round breasts sway slightly in her top and he only looked away with effort.

"Oh, a little after two. It took me that long to sober up from the birthday party they threw me at school. I'm going to need a lot of coffee today. Thanks." As proof, he took a long drag from his cup. His eyes flicked down her body again before he could stop them.

This time she caught him looking. "Like my new suit?" she needled him a bit, eyebrow cocked coyly.

"S'not bad," he shrugged. "It's just funny seeing you wearing it in the kitchen. My shy kid sister used to wear t-shirts over her suit right up until we got to the beach."

"That had more to do with Mom being around than being shy, dummy," she half-smiled, "No mom around to harass me now."

They ate breakfast and stepped out the back door and onto a patio overlooking a beach that they had all to themselves. Lizzie said her fiancée's parents rented the beach house for them for the last month of the summer, but he'd gotten dragged away to help with his Dad's company.

Lizzie... and her fiancée.

Wow, it even sounded weird. His little Lizzie, just one year into college, was getting married? And she'd never even brought the guy home to meet her family. She'd always been independent and headstrong but this was ridiculous. He only found out when she called him late one night from school with her engagement news that spring. He'd answered the phone and, before he'd even said hello, she just blurted it out.

"I'm getting married."

"Wah - huh?"

His sister giggled over the phone. "Married, Scooter. I'm getting married."

"Who? When? Why?" A bad answer to that last question popped into his head, "Oh god, you're pregnant aren't you?"

"Relax silly, I'm not preggo. His name is... okay, don't make fun... his name is Chip."

"Chip?!" he laughed, he couldn't help it. "This is some kind of sick joke..."

"You're really going to talk smack about names, Scooter? For real, his name is Chip. And he's a great guy. We're going to get married this summer. At the beach."

"Lizzie, I told you -- pot or tequila. Never both. You really can't mix them and keep a grip on reality."

"C'mon Scooter, I'm sober. Well, mostly sober. But more importantly, I am serious. I really am getting married. He just gave me a ring tonight and everything. Wait until you see it. It's fucking huge."

It finally sank in, she wasn't kidding. "Wow. Okay. So what did Mom say?"

"I haven't told her yet."

"You called me before Mom?"

"Of course silly, you're my brother. And brothers come first."

Brothers come first. That one tugged at his heartstrings because there was some history to it.

Richard had given little Lizzie her first kiss. It had been her idea and it was very innocent. She'd said she was worried about making a fool of herself with her first boyfriend.

"C'mon Scooter, please?" She'd pleaded with him. "I brushed my teeth and used some of Mom's mouthwash and everything. No cooties, I swear." But then she'd looked at him seriously and said something that had never even occurred to him back then, "Just don't do anything gross like put your tongue in my mouth, okay?"

He did like she asked, he kissed her. Their young lips merged hesitantly in a tender way for a long moment. Actually, it waskinda nice.

Lizzie had smiled hugely afterwards. "See, that wasn't so bad was it? Now you'll always be the first boy to kiss me. Cool huh?" She darted in and pecked his cheek in a more sisterly way. "Thanks, Scooter. You know, I think brothers should always come first."

But that would change soon. She'd be someone's wife. It was all happening too fast.

Richard pushed these thoughts away and focused on the now as he and his sister crossed the beach then swam out about forty yards into the surf where the waves just began to curl. They were both comfortable in the water and Lizzie was practically fearless when it came to picking her waves. The bigger the better.

They picked out their respective spots, alternatingly bobbing, waiting and surfing. Later, when Lizzie came back from her last wave, she swam over to him and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"Mind if I hang on you, bro? Can't touch bottom here like you," she pouted, "not tall enough. And I see you're catching the nicer rides from here." It was true. The largest waves were just beginning to curl where he could barely stand. Just a few yards further in, Lizzie had to duck under them because it was too late.

 

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अन्जान रिश्ता 
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(अन्जान रिश्ता) This is my first story based on reality...please Read this (अंजान रिश्ता)

यह कहानी एक एेसी लड़की की है जो बिल्कुल मासुम और भोली है, एेसा सब बोलते हैं !
जिसका नाम है रीया
लेकिन वो सच में क्या है वो कोई भी नहीं जानता |

उसने अभी अभी अपना college पूरा ही किया है और post graduation की prepration कर रही थी |उसे लोगों में बिल्कुल भी interest नहीं था, even वो अपनी family से भी कम ही बात करती थी |
उसे ना तो किसी में विश्वास था और ना ही फ़ालतु बाते करना पसंद था, अगर कोई काम होता तो कर आती otherwise पूरा दिन घर में ही रहती थी |
उसे पढ़ने बहुत शोक है तो वो बस कुछ ना कुछ पूरे दिन पढ़ती ही रहती थी |

दोस्त बनाना, बाते करना सब उसे timepass सा लगता था ,जो उसे बिल्कुल पसंद नहीं था |
उसके सिर्फ़ एक या दो friend थे जिनसे भी वो कम ही मिलती थी |

facebook पर उसकी friend list लम्बी थी लेकिन आज तक किसी भी messege का उसने reply नहीं किया था ,
लेकिन एक दिन जब वो facebook पर online थी तो एक dimple नाम से एक friend request आई उसने accept कर ली ,और अगले ही पल उसका messege आया hii
लेकिन उसने आज तक किसी भी messege का किसी को भी कोई reply नहीं दिया था, लेकिन पता नहीं उसने कैसे इस messege का reply कर दिया
ये सोचकर की उसके कोई friends नहीं है तो क्यूं ना किसी को तो friend बनाया जाए
और यही से उसकी दोस्ती की शुरुआत हो गयी |
ये hii !
उसकी जिंदगी में एेसा आया उसे नहीं पता था की आगे उसके साथ क्या होने वाला था

कुछ दिन उन दोनों ने बात की लेकिन उसे इस बात का पता नहीं चला की वो कौन था |
लेकिन, वो दोनों अब friend बन चुके थे और रोज बात करते थे |
वो दोनों कुछ दिनों में एेसे मिल गये थे की जैसे दोनों बहुत पहले से एक दुसरे को जानते हो

लेकिन वो उसके बारे में ज्यादा नहीं जानती थी सिर्फ़ इतना ही पता था की उसका नाम dimple है और वो दोनों की same age है |


फ़िर एक दिन उसी की एक friend का messege आया की तुम जिससे बात करती हो वो लड़की नहीं लड़का है !
और उसका नाम dimple नहीं chirag है |

यही से उसकी life का एक सफ़र शुरू हो गया और इसका अन्त क्या होने वाला था उसे खुद को भी कुछ पता नहीं था |

उसको ये messege एकदम चौका देने वाला था, क्यूकी उसके ना तो कोई friend था और ना कभी उसने ऐसा देखा था
पहली बार किसी को friend बनाया था वो भी झूठा निकला

उसे खुद पर बहुत गुस्सा आ रहा था, उसने किसी से कोई बात नहीं की कुछ दिनों के लिये phon को बंद कर दिया | कुछ दिनों बाद जब उसने अपना fb account open किया तो इतने सारे messege देखे और वो भी सारे dimple के |

उसे देखकर गुस्सा तो बहुत आया लेकिन उसने कुछ नहीं कहा सिर्फ़ उससे इतना ही पूछा की तुम chirag हो ना
और उसने हां कर ली और कहां मैं तुम्हें बताने वाला था लेकिन तुम्हारा phone भी बंद आ रहा था और fb भी |

उसने कहा की please मुझे माफ़ कर देना अगर दिल दुखाया हो तो लेकिन रीया ने first time किसी को friend बनाया था और वो भी दिल से |
वो उसे खोना नहीं चाहती थी और उसने उसे माफ़ कर दिया

और उनकी friendship का breakup होते होते बच गया |
अब वो लोग पहले की ही तरह बात करते थे लेकिन अब उसमे ये friendship बढ़ गई थी और वो दोनों एक दुसरे को प्यार करने लग गए थे |
अब वो हर रोज एक नया ख्वाब सजाने लग गये थे एक अलग ही दुनिया में जीने लग गये थे |
अब वो अपनी बात अपनी family को चाह रहे थे लेकिन रीया ने कहा की पहले वो अपने घर बात करेगी उसके बाद तुम |
chirag ने कहा ठीक है और अगले दिन रीया अपनी family से बोलने उनके पास गयी लेकिन वो लोग अपनी ही बातो में busy थे |

वो लोग रीया की ही बात कर रहे थे की हमारी रीया कितनी अच्छी है किसी से फ़ालतु बाते भी नहीं करती है और ना ही उसे इन सब में interest है
पास वाली लड़की को देखो अपनी family का कहा ही नहीं मानती,कब घर आती है कब जाती है पता ही नहीं पूरा दिन घर से बाहर दोस्तो संग घुमती रहती है family की इज्ज़त का कुछ भी ख्याल ही नहीं है |
एेसे ही वो लोग तीन चार लड़कियों के example दे रहे थे | वो लोग ये भी कह रहे थे की खुदा का बहुत बहुत शुक्रिया है की हमे रीया जैसी बेटी मिली जो इतनी भोली और सुशिल है |
रीया को ये सब बाते सुनकर खुद पर रोना आ गय और सोचने लगी की मेरी family मुझ पर इतना trust करती है अगर मैने उनको ये सब बता दिया तो उनको बहुत hurt होगा, उनका मुझ पर से विश्वास उठ जाएगा |
और वो ये सब सोचते सोचते कमरे में आ गयी उसे कुछ समझ नहीं आ रहा था की वो क्या करे
किस से बात करे किस से नहीं
एक तरफ़ उसका प्यार था और दुसरी तरफ़ उसकी family का विश्वास |
उसको कुछ समझ नहीं आया और वो बस रोने लगी और। कब उसकी आँख लग गयी पता ही नहीं चला | अगले दिन उसने chirag को phone किया और सारी बाते बताई (जो भी घर में हुई) और रोने लगी और कहा की अब में तुमसे बात नहीं कर सकती और अगर तुम मुझे अपना मानते हो तो please मुझे कभी call या messege मत करना |
उसने कहा की में तुम्हारे बगेर रह नहीं पाउंगा रीया ने कहा रह तो में भी नहीं पाउंगी लेकिन अपनी family के लिये मुझे ये करना ही पड़ेगा |
और हा अगर तुम मुझे अपना मानते हो तो मेरी आखिरी ख्वाहिश जरुर पूरी कर देना
मुझे एक बार तुम्हे देखना है,बस एक बार मिलना है ,
लेकिन सबसे अन्जान बनकर |
हम जब भी मिले किसी को इस बात का पता नहीं हो की हम पहले से एक दुसरे को जानते हैं |
chirag ने कहा ठीक है अगर किस्मत ने चाहा तो हमारी मुलाकात जरुर होगी |
और दोनों ने रोते हुए phone काट दिया |
और आज उस बात को एक साल बीत चुका लेकिन उनकी मुलाकत अभी तक हुई ना है |
लेकिन उनको आज भी उम्मीद है की हमारी मुलाकत जरुर होगी और इसी आस से वो दोनों अपनी जिंदगी गुजार रहे हैं | by :- akshita jangid (poetess)
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                           My Twitter Crush Crushed Me Overnight!


I know, my right eye was winking all day long, something good was about to happen. I got your "NINE" words reply.


I remembered an old Bollywood Dialogue "Ladki Hasi To Phasi" (She fell for you, if she smiles) 


                              

Exactly four days ago, I found her account on Twitter, opened it, saw her profile picture. She was damn cute, I fell in love at that very moment. I just kept looking at her. I tried to figure it out if she is real or just another lame fake account. She had added her Instagram account and Facebook Id. I opened both, she was real who was more beautiful in other pictures posted o Instagram. I came back to twitter, liked her each and every post and followed her, She followed me back within an hour. I found some kind of positive vibes in me that I managed to message her "HI!"


But sadly, my bad luck. I didn't get back her reply for three consecutive days. I used to check my message box everyday but nothing.  It was probably 9:30 in the evening. I dared again to message her second time, I texted " Am I getting the reply or not?"


I know it was harsh, nevertheless, I did it, I sent it and I could not do anything. 


In about 9:43, sane night a pop-up came in my message box. She had replied. I got what I wanted, I was on cloud nine, I was never happy like that moment. That was just amazing feeling, may be that was love, may be that was the addiction of FEELING-OF-LOVE.


She:  NO!


Our slow conversation began, the extravagance of one-sided love story began on The Twitter Chat Box. 


Me: NO! You replied, right? It's YES, I guess?


She: Yep!


Me: I think the internet is not working properly because I am only receiving one word reply.


She: I am only sending you a single word reply.


Me: I know, my right eye was winking all day long, something good was about to happen. I got your "NINE" words reply.


She: Ha ha. So funny. 😊😊😊

        She too added those laughing emoji with the text. I remembered an old Bollywood Dialogue "Ladki Hasi To Phasi" (She fell for you, if she smiles)


Me: Keep smiling, well for health, and you looks beautiful when you smile.


She: Really! Do we know each other? I may not be one who you think.


Me: NO, we don't know each other. But we can and my heart is seriously saying, you are definitely the one who I think.


She: Confident! I appreciate. 


Me: Thank you! Pretty lady, now I think, I can die with satisfaction hearing your sweet appreciation and may even reach Heaven.

   (I know Filmy dialogue always works to flirt girls.)


She: Do you say this to all girls or am I the special fool who is talking overnight with unknown guy?


Me: You are special but not fool. You are just special.


She: You probably had many exes, which was the best? 


Me: Triple X!!


She: Bad joke!!!! 😠😠😠😠😠


Me: You got it? I thought you are decent girl.


She: Don't question upon my innocence. I am decent. Change the topic or I will.


Me: Good morning! It's already 1 in the morning.


She: How can I talk to you so long?


Me: God knows. Sorry typing mistake, I am an atheist.


Me: Again bad joke. Change the topic.


    (I sent her two pictures, one of eyes and another of lips, definitely not mine)


She: So beautiful, whose are those, your ex?


Me: Your! Check the mirror. By the way, never had ex, but could be future.


She: So cheap? How did you get all my pictures?


Me: Instagram!


She: Oh boy! Don’t be so fast. How dare you to crop my eyes and lips?


Me: I just wanna die in your eyes and _ _ _ _ those lips.


She: What, Why you all guys are so obsessed with......?


Me: I just forgot to fill those gaps, it was for FOREVER SEE SMILE IN those lips. What you thought? Oh girl! Don’t be so fast. 


She: That sounds beautiful. I think I kinda like you! But remember just like.


Me: That's enough.


I heard a strange noise, something like beep-beep increasing volume itself.

I texted her, “I am hearing something strange noise."

She replied " Really, me too. I can even hear someone screaming your name."


It was my mother, she was screaming "Hey, wake up! It’s already 5 in the morning and today is your Chemistry board exam."


I was like "what" I opened my eyes, I was dreaming. Was that the dream? SHIT! SHIT! 


I opened Twitter, the message box was empty, I just saw my last message to her," One gentlemen once said, If a girl don’t reply the second time, be a man and don't text her third time. Am I getting the reply or not?"


Instantly, I opened her account and blocked her.

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