The Angry Lover.

                          

Vaibhav Gupta had always loved his hometown Karnataka with its leaking, lovely lakes. It was a place where he felt happy and comfortable.

He was an intelligent, cute, cocoa drinker with charming eyes and wide hands. His friends saw him as a gorgeous, gentle writer. Once, he had even paid the hospital bills of a dying old man. That’s the sort of man he was.

He had a friend named Chaya who always wanted to be his lover but constantly failed to win him because he was always focused on his work.

It was Saturday around 7:30 pm Vaibhav decided to take a break and refreshen his mind. He walked over to the window and reflected on his quiet surroundings. It was windy.

Then he saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was Chaya!

Vaibhav gulped. He was not prepared for her.

Vaibhav opened the door and Chaya came closer. He could see the anger in her eye.

“Vaibhav I’ve waited too long for this. Today I want the answer !”. She slammed her fist against Vaibhav’s chest. “I frigging love you”.

Vaibhav regarded chaya’s red eyes and slimy hands. He held out his hands. “let us not fight” he whispered, gently.

“Hmph,” pondered chaya.

“Please ?” begged Vaibhav like a puppy.

At first, Chaya blushed like a breezy book. Then she came inside for a nice mug of cocoa.