The twist in the tale

I was almost six months into the relationship; and I must say, we were going smooth. hours of talk, missing each other, sharing problems emotions. A lot of people would easily call this going smooth. But I was unhappy

I was good looking, had poise; and this made me expect something more out of my love life. maybe dancing around trees and tackling goons single handedly was too far fetched. But at least I could expect a chance to show some heroism that would send my heroine spiraling into my arms. Call it “bollywood effect” or just fantasy, I could never get out of the notion that a love story is incomplete until a hero wins his heroine!

And fate would not be generous enough to provide me with a fitting anti hero, I realized my responsibility of adorning my love story with one. So my endeavor began.

Now in needed someone I could trust and who would agree to tarnish his impression in front of a girl for my sake; and whom I could outsmart as a hero. In short I needed a dumbo.

After much persuasion my best friend (especially for this purpose)agreed to play the dark character.

The next problem came with the storyline. I had to be realistic enough and at the same time I could not be harsh to my love.finally we agreed upon a “kahani me twist” story-centered around a 2% drop in her result!!

So we fabricated a letter with emotion and dialogue of our relationship affecting her career and me not wanting to come in the way of her success and all those bits and pieces borrowed from bollywood Hollywood and some even my own!!

I was quite satisfied with the outcome.then came dumbo’s acting.

“see! I made him believe that all this is for your own good” he said handing over the letter “otherwise he would never have agreed. But the truth is that I am more concerned about him. he is wasting a lot of time and I have seen his academics suffer. So I think I don’t have to tell who is responsible?”

He must have acted well; for she stood aghast, rooted. Then followed an eerie silence from her for a couple of days. then suddenly I spotted her in the café with another guy!

I stalked him to find out all I could. He needed some timepass and female company is never refused. Nothing more. I had sleepless nights. What went wrong with a perfectly crafted twist? I never expected this!

After a week of distress I finally steeled myself to call her up.

‘Nalini?’

‘Yes!’

‘This is Sumit’

‘O hi buddy! How’s life’ was it a wrong number?

‘I wanted to talk to you about the guy you are going out with.’

‘Well sumit! I suppose you yourself straightened out things for me. You didn’t want to be with me and I needed company. So I looked elsewhere. Isn’t it straight enough?’

‘Well I…’

‘Isnt that straight enough sumit?’

‘I’m sorry Nalini!’I quietened down.there was a long pause as if she was regaining her composure.

‘Good! So when do we meet then?’

‘Nalini you…’

‘Never mind! I got the story from your friend’s girlfriend. Women are good at getting secrets out of men you see! So at the cafeteria at five thirty?’

I had never felt sillier in my life