Stranger Much
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Stranger Much?

<< Part 1

I was nervous. After years of talking, we were finally meeting. We were strangers when we started talking and today you are a part of who I am.

I saw you getting down from the cab. I couldn’t help but whisper to myself that you looked beautiful and none of your pictures did justice to what I have in front of my eyes.

You pay the driver and started walking towards me but I couldn’t get myself to step forward, I was mesmerized by the way you looked at me smiling, brushing hair off your face. The way you dodged a kid and said sorry to yourself. You were coming closer and with each step, you took my heart skipped a beat.

There you were in no time standing right in front of me. I have replayed this scene in my mind a thousand times over but this wasn’t how it was supposed to happen.

I am dumbstruck and you are your usual casual self. I try to compose myself. I say you look pretty, you seemed to think otherwise. I know you are a beautiful disaster, shattered broken into pieces yet with immense potential to nurture something entrancing.

We go for lunch in a random restaurant. You are looking at me and I am trying to decide on what to order. After some time I order us Biryani. What took you so long if you were to order a Biryani you ask amusingly. Before I could say anything you burst into laughter. I want to be sure of my options I say slyly and joined in.

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