Geet Shah: A Short Story

Having lecture finished, we went directly to room but I could think with certainty on only one point�Miss. Geet Shah. It was My Geet which I liked to play a day. My mind occupied in thinking Miss. Geet, from her beauty to her like or dislike. I was far from suspecting that she was herself becoming an object of some interest of my mad heart, was unhappy change topic. I was having a fun and excitement. I felt something at her but I had never responded her, being afraid of getting rejection. However, I badly wanted to strike up conversation with her, I thought it would be ever mere thought. A few days passed, nothing happened, progress not much serious. Just looking. I used to go behind her whenever she went, without being attracting suspicion …show more content…
I can 't see why he also was behind me. Eventually I could know, he was not behind me but Geet. Perhaps he may have liked her. After a few days, I had a chance to speak with her. Up to now, she had been conscious my appearance. She must know that I was behind her. But she neither restrained me. Nor she behaved which could imply me that she had liked it. She was entering into the library with no one at side. So finally I wondered what may happen but today I would speak with her. I followed closely her, settled before her chair. She wore yellow kamiz looked like one had showered petals sunflower on her from the sky and those struck around her body.
She was reading something, book lay on table. She casted swift glance at me and gave me faint smile. I gave it back too. I entwined finger nervously, extended on parallel to surface as they were playing each other. Seeing the chance, looked around, and asked, "Doesn 't silence kill …show more content…
I quickly released it. "By the way, you would have told it without beating around the bush." "I had to check your IQ." "So, what you think about my IQ?" "Not bad, at least tried and what are those names? She teased me, �your girlfriend�s name or something else?". "Yes. Those are your ex-girlfriend�s names." I retorted. "Oh! Then, I wondered how you could know list of girls. Ah." �What about you, Mr. Unknown?" "Not Mr. Unknown. This is Vir. Vir Choudhari." I introduced with pride. "Okay. Mr. Vir, do you do else apart from cramming girls names?" I had ever never expected she would be such type of girl-straightforward. If I had, I didn 't think so I would have started. However, I liked it. True said, When you fell in love, her or his bad instincts either you ignore or love it. I didn 't mean straightforwardness is bad sign of character. "Doing study of medical and as to part- time work sharing love is my