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SHE



She was a girl of little importance..

She was not a damsel or a princess.

But there was fire in her eyes.

The fire of determination.

Fire of dreams to be fullfilled.

She never saw it ,but others did.

But others never understood it ,but she did.

She always dreamt of her future prince.

Her shining eyes and glossy lips always waited for the arrival of her prince.

One day.

She met her prince,the charming one who came on white horse,

she believed destiny made them meet,

And she prayed let the same destiny unite them!!

Days passed.

Everyday she saw him.

But she was afraid to come out of her shell.

Another day.

As she walked, he came.

He walked towards her.

she paused.

As he reached closer her heart wrenched from its seat.

And now there is no distance  between them.

He smiled and reached for her lips.

she closed her eyes.

They kissed.

It was deep.

He looked at her.

She tried to be normal..

But there was nothing normal around her

..everything seemed to be an illusion..

when their eyes met she was carried away to a wonderland...

He took her hand and knelt down..and asked

Will you sign the column of mother for OUR future kids..??

she  smiled.

Yes.

She felt as if all the pearly gates are opened for them..

He carried her away to his PARADISE  in his horse back...

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.

.

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Ouch..

Something hit her head.

Oops...

The Maths teacher!!

The Teacher yelled and stared at her with bulging red eyes.

She was lashed out.

She smiled standing outside the  classroom veranda..

Waiting for her prince to come...!!!



A.C




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