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** Well , I read this story on some website. And I felt that it'll suit Priveer a lot. I've made some changes in it but almost the whole plot is same to that story. So the credits go to the anonymous writer who wrote this. Hope you guys like this**
PriVeer Os : How I met the Love of my Life
Well we all know how it is. A boy meets a girl.
They fall in love and live happily ever after.
But my Love Story is a bit different.
Coming to me, I'm a Girly Tomboy.
Yes you read that right! Not one of those typical girls , I like to wear and behave the way I want.
I'm a great friend to have. I will stick by you through thick and thin and douchebag boyfriends who can't keep it in their pants and bitchy girlfriends who tear you to pieces the moment you turn your back.
My Mom used to say that I would be soo Pretty if I put in some more effort. Now, by that she meant wearing Indian Dresses, Styling your hair , applying makeup and so on.
But I like my Ripped Jeans , Sneakers and my Half Updo Bun.
I was also the type that boys love to be friends with. Girlfriend, not so much.
In any case, my dream guy would be like Kenny Sebastian or Maybe Kanan Gill, someone whose humorous and is just like me.
Anyway, back to the story. Or rather, the story that almost was not.
We were both in the same Business Communication class. The Prof. Asked a question and picked on me to answer. I did not know the answer, which was okay. I did stammer a bit but then I heard a snicker.
I turned around and saw he was laughing at me. I glared, the prof asked him whether he knew the answer.
He was the hero type. Tall, well-built - the kind you would imagine was all brawn and no brain. But in his case, he had both. He did have the answer to the question, and he nailed it.
Then began the College Rivalry, that was never ending! We both wanted to be the head of the Public Relations Committee for the College Fest, well I won that one but he was the Joint Head. So it wasn't the end. Our endless clashes were still on.
We both even wanted to win the College Elections for the General Secretary post and he beat me there.
My friends were so tired and sick of me. It all started because of him and now unknowingly he became a part of my life.
He wasn't rude or anything, actually not even a Casanova but very very annoying.
College ended and real life began. He would pop up on my FB feed, doing annoyingly well.
Jetting off to the States for his further studies and landing a job at a top MNC was awesome.
I did my majors in Marketing and the perks of being an expert in Foreign Language (French) was clearly beneficial for me.
A few years later, it was my best friend's wedding. And guess who the groom's best friend was? I kid you not, my life was turning out to be a clichd Bollywood flick!
I had not met him for over a decade. I was hanging with my bestie at the cocktail. He came over and said hi to her.
She turned around and said, "You remember Priyanka?" I swear to God his jaw fell.
Okay, so I was wearing a skimpy lehenga chol and was looking "so pretty" as my mom said. But even then - seriously, dude - I was not that badly dressed in college. All through the functions, I would catch him staring, trying to place me.
But when I would look, he would turn away - it was hilarious.
Anyway, the shaadi happened. Life was back to normal.
Three weeks later, as I was stepping out of a night club, walking to my car, I felt a tap on my shoulder. I flipped around, jumping out of my skin - it was quite late at night. "Hey,", he smiled, "your card slipped out of your bag."
He realized I was quite shaken. "You are not in too much of a state to drive, you wanna give me company while I smoke?"
It was one of the things I never liked about him.
He looked at my face and laughed! "Acchha, baba - I know you don't like smokers - how about we talk for a second?"
So we sat down on the trunk of my car and talked. And talked. Before we knew it, the sun was rising.
Hard to Digest right? I felt the same. I couldn't stand that one guy in my college and today here I am with him. Speaking our hearts out, realising how stupid and immature we were in College. And yet glad that we met again.
That was the beginning of my love story. That annoying know-it-all became the love of my life.
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PS:If you don't know who Kenny Sebastian is then check out my Siggis. ❤️
PPS: If you don't know who Kanan Gill is then you better know him. 😳
PPPS: I know the earlier postscripts wasn't imp but I love Kenny and Kanan as much as I love Priveer.
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