Friday, April 27, 2012

Echo... Echo....

Anybody out there???
Just a shout in the dark....

Thursday, July 10, 2008

The Dark Star - The End....

Continued from Part 1....
Read the post below before you continue with this...
Else you won't get thus story at all....

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The Dark Star (The End)
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It was sad really the way things had shaped up. He cared for them both, in his own way. For one he would lay down his life in an instant, while the other was his life. Funny thing though, but that was what they both wanted. His life. Quite literally him. It wasn't possible to remain split like this any longer.....

In the beginning he had managed. He quite literally led two separate lives as much as possible. He tried giving his time to both, but it couldn't work. He tried to reconcile one with the other. He was split in two. His job and his love. The two things in his life could never live together. And he couldn't live without them.

It had all upto this point led to this confrontation. He had to make a choice ultimately. That he knew. It had come to this point, and he made his choice. And now, it was time to let them know of his choice. Lucky, he thought, it was this night, his lucky night. The star was literally on his side....

As he walked up the path, to the mansion, he remembered another walk he had taken on another night like this. A walk that had changed his life. The walk that led him to her......

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Life was good, he thought as he walked home. He was moving up in the world and people were starting to take notice. It was risky though, for at any moment, he was afraid he would slip back down to earth from the pedestal he had reached. But he knew, with his benefactor behind him, there was no stopping him. He was the best at what he did....

He walked in almost total darkness. The only light was from the lone star in the sky. It hadn't shown this brightly in a long while. He could have driven home, but he enjoyed the walk. He liked the feeling of power and belonging he got, as he walked through what was considered the most prestigious part of the town. People said this was the area where the destiny of the world was decided. And he, at only 28, was now part of it....

Which is what made the sound of scuffling at this time even more surprising. In the darkness he couldn't make out what was happening ahead, But it sounded like there was struggle going on up ahead. Most probably some drunkard beggar getting kicked out of some rich man's bungalows. Still he must be careful he thought. Yet, when he heard the scream pierce the night he ran ahead without any caution....

He could see two dim shapes. A man was trying to force himself on a woman. He couldn't get a good look at either of their faces. Yet he couldn't allow this to continue. He ran ahead and broke them apart, standing in between them, protecting the lady.

"What is going on here? Stop this at once!"

" What the fuck you want?? This doesn't involve ya!!', shouted the drunk. The stench of alcohol was clear in his breath. The man wasn't in his senses. "Get outta here if you know what's good for you! This lady is mine aight! I saw her first! Get your own if you want!!"

"Look. I'm telling you nicely. I don't want any trouble. Please just leave the lady alone and clear off. Or else I will have to - "

" Have to what?? Call the police? I tell you what son of a bitch... I am the police! Here's your stinking police right here!!"
The drunk drew out his gun as he spoke.

He was taken aback. He had a gun! He hadn't expected this before getting involved. Surprised, he hardly heard the woman as she then spoke :
" Just leave me... I'll handle him... He..He.. He seems dangerous. Please. Just go. Or else... You'll be death of us both!"

Surprised he was, but not scared. As the drunk warily watched, he told her to get away. Run to the nearest house for help, he said. Don't worry, I'll handle him. Something about what he said seemed to strike a cord within. She obeyed immediately and ran away telling him to be careful. He didn't need to be, he said as he turned towards the gun pointing at him. It was his night he thought, as the star twinkled in the corner of his eye....

She ran to quickly rushing to get help. That silly man could get killed trying to save her. She had been downtrodden all her life. Then this man had to step in and act like a hero. If something happened to him she would never forgive herself. She ran quicker, as the loud shouts of the drunkard reached her ears.....

There- ... Ahead... A gate... She ran towards it...
"Here...Listen... Please... You've got to help m-..."
The rest of her words remained unsaid as a gunshot rang in the air.

Everything else was a blur. She remembered running back to the spot. She wasn't alone as the gunshot had woken up the area. It was out of place in this little heaven, and it's occupants rushed to see who dared to trouble their dreams. She reached the scene and found him there, waiting. The drunkard was lying dead in a pool of blood. Next to his lifeless body lay two guns.

He was safe! Thank God!

"You fool!! Are you ok??", she screamed as she ran and embraced her saviour. "Don't ever do this again... Or else someday you will be death of me!!"

Everything else was a blur....

From then on, they started seeing a lot of each other. Beginning in the police station where they explained there was a struggle and he killed in self defense. After that for coffee. And after that many more times. For once in her life, finally she was happy. She was loved. She ran away from a broken home and now she had a new one. With him. With her loving angel....

It was only two years later, after their marriage that she found out the truth. Her angel was a proffesional killer!

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"Oh my God...What have I done...?"

Breathing hard he stared at his handiwork ahead of him. His mentor lay dead in front of him. His father.....
His guide...
To whom he owed everything....
And he killed him with his own two hands!

It wasn't his fault. He hadn't come here to this. He came here to end this. He couldn't go on like this. He wanted to quit. He didn't want to be a Hitman anymore!!!

I tried explaining. I made my choice, I wanted out. I wanted love. It was as He was reaching into his pocket finally, that I snapped. He denied me my freedom, and now he wanted to end me too, I thought. But he forget. He trained me. My reflex kicked in, and the next thing I was standing there in a pool of blood.

I must get out of here. I must take her and run away. Some place safe. Get far away from any whiplash that would follow me!!

As he began to turn, something caught his eye. Some papers lay clutched in the Don's death grip. He stepped foward, opening his grip and getting them into his grasp. These were what he was cluthching...What he had thought was a gun. And in front of his eyes were two plane tickets and some bank account numbers....

He had forgotten one thing....
His Benefactor had made him family....
He was his father first and Boss later...
He had forseen this and was willing to send him away!!
He put his son ahead of his bussiness...

He was now dead...

Sobbing....Clutching the blood stained papers...He walked out into the pitch darkness....

His star had abandoned him...

That was the last straw. Fate had turned against him. He knew what it meant. The star was missing. Maybe this wasn't his time after all. He had come to rely on it. And now it had disappeared. It meant something bad, he was sure of it!

As he walked down the path in pitch darkness he was alert. He had told the gaurds to leave as he wanted to be alone when he went up. But he wasn't sure if there was anyone else out there. He would be a wanted man now.And he wasn't sure he was alone.

Ahead... There... There was a silhouette against the night... Someone creeping up the path slowly... Whoever it was, was taking pains to make sure they remained unheard...Someone who didn't want to be heard...

But he was not done yet. He had just come through a bapatism of fire. His new life would be a happy one with his love, without anymore killing or tears. And for that...He was willing to do anything!

With a shout he drew his gun and shot at the shadow! He ran forward emptying his gun on the shadow. He was a professional. He didn't miss....

And as he reached the body with the gun empty....

The dark clouds in sky moved and his star was shining again...

And by it's light he saw the woman he loved, lying there dying by his hand!!!

"I followe-....to make sure-... U were ok..."

As she laid there dying in his arms...He remembered her words...
"Someday....You will be the death of me!!"

He killed the only two people that mattered..
He was no more...
She was gone forever....
And he was left alone...
And he had nothing...

And he looked up and screamed....
Cursing his Dark Star....

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-Aiman
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Ya...
So that was that...
Too bad you know...
I've come to realise im terrible with dialogue...
Will have to work on that...

But ya...
I liked this..
Though i feel that mayb i would be able to make the second part much better...
Mayb i will learn wit time..
or else i jus suck...

Lemme know wat u think!!!

The Dark Star - The Beginning of the End....

A short story...
In two parts though...
I could have finished it now..
But it was getting too big to type...
And i want a break...
Conclusion tomorrow i guess.....

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The Dark Star (The Beginning)
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It was a dark night. They mostly were always dark on nights like this. Almost like the heavens could sense the turmoil brewing at ground. And the stars were all switched off to make the darkness complete. Except one....

That was his star. Or so he liked to believe. His mother always told him the story of how he was born out in the fields, on a dark night like this, with only the star to welcome him. His mother took it as a sign. "The star will lead you to your destiny." Those were her words. If only she knew how prophetic her words would turn out to be....

He took it as a good sign. He had always had good fortune on nights like this. In fact whatever he was today he somehow owed to the star. And today, on the night of his new decision it shown. It was a good sign. He was sure....

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He was running.....

Today he was careless. They were chasing him through the fields. Ever since he was old enough to walk this was how he made his living. Stealing. He didn't call it stealing. In his mind, he was more of a Robin Hood. His only mission to feed his family, his old mother and hungry brother. Quite a big mission for a child who had just turned 10...

He ran. It was a dark night and the fields were thick. He could hear the sounds of the villagers at his back. He wasn't fast enough to lose them. His only option was to find someplace safe to hide. Maybe he shouldn't have stolen the chieftain's gold. But he had to! He had hungry mouths to feed. They were waiting. He had no choice....

The only source of light was from a lone star in the sky. He followed it, running towards it. He felt safe thinking it was his star. It would lead him to safety. It was lucky for him he didn't know where he was going. For if he had known, he would have stopped right there...

The sound of the mob was receding. Thank God, he thought. He would have fainted from exhaustion in another minute if they had kept the chase up. Tired, he continued to run, until he broke out from the oppressing crops into a clearing. He collapsed on the dirt, unable to breathe or even crawl. Only then did he look up....

He had reached what people called the Dead Man's Zone. Not because it was haunted or any other old folk tail. But quite literally, a place where killers stayed. No one who went in there ever came out alive. No one even knew who occupied this massive land. No wonder they turned back, he thought. They were more concerned for their lives. Shit!

He could hear dogs barking , and the sounds were getting closer. As he slipped into unconsciousness, for the first and last time he cursed his star...

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It had been almost 20 years before but he could remember that night like it was yesterday. He had thought it was his last night for sure. Out of the frying pan and straight into the fire. But instead, it was the night he met his benefactor. Everything he was, he owed to him.

He had found him out there lying on the ground. Yet, he did not want to kill him. Instead, he took him in. He gave him a chance, a future. He promised to look after his family for him if he was willing to join him. The next day, was his first day working for him.

At first, there was the training. Finally, something he excelled at. People said he was a natural. He had grace and speed, heightened reflexes and a sharp mind. It was as if he was made for this. It pleased his benefactor even more when he excelled. Before, he was just an opportunity. Now, he saw potential, a future. He took him in and made him family.

Soon, he started putting what he had learnt into his work. He started on a night like this. And soon, he grew in position until he was at his Benefactor's right hand at all times.He was a man now, someone in society. He had a name and respect. Lots of it. And where there is respect in today's world, there also lies lots of wealth.

As he walked up the tarmac from the gate, towards the mansion ahead, his thoughts shifted from his benefactor to the only other person who mattered in his life....

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To be continued....

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Hmmm...Long time i know...

but really i dont have much to say for myself...
Been busy...
Exams and shit finally over!!!

So its kool...
Plannin to hit Banglore...
but that seems like not happenin now that Suraj has pulled out as usual...
Sigh...

Life is good...
Pretty damn good...

Watched Jaane Tu Ya Janne Na....
I have watched it like 3 times in 24 hours...
No i'm not obsessed...
And no im not gay...
It jus happened to work out that way!!!

Hmmm...Presently not reading anythin...
But plannin on changin that soon...
Reread Sidney Sheldon this week..."Best Laid Plans"....
Good book...But of course...
U knew that...

Thats about it for now...
Cya tomorrow...
For the second part and conclusion to this story...
And also some more organised thoughts that are spinning in this old head of mine...

-Aiman Out!!

Wednesday, July 2, 2008

Goa Trip et all....PAr






Go Goa!!!
Few pics of the interlude..

Tuesday, June 3, 2008

Title : Hippie in the City / Project Rain..... WIP

Hmmmm....
Humor....
How hard is to be funny??
Well yeah...Anyways...
This started as my attempt to be funny.... But morphed as all things i write have the tendency to into this....
Funny though.... The idea really intrigues me....
Maybe I would write something more....
If it is any good...
Lemme know what you think....

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Rain.

It stirred the city into motion. The people who called it home were used to weather by now. It was after all that time of the year, when rain was expected to fall. They responded as one being, lifting the umbrellas that necessity dictated they carry. It was as if the first drops announced an unspoken command and spurred them to react as one.

Maybe it was so because, they were one. Different facets of the same creature. The City does that to you. No, not just any city, for no matter where you go, you always retain that part of you that makes you an individual. But, not this City. No, this was different.

Many places in time have been accused of attracting people to its glow. To the perceived life you could live there, which you always assumed was better than the life you were leading wherever you were.Even if you were a King living in his palace, the life of a rags and poverty seemed bearable, desirable even as long as you were in that City.

No, not any city, just that City. It was such a city. It had no time to spend on subtlety and slyness. It didn't need to. It was direct, as a stab with a knife is to it's intended victim. No hidden meanings or ploys, just plain death. It just sucked you in until you became part of it. Part of the mass consciousness that made you that City.


Rain.


Some cultures in the past were said to have attached some divine significance to the rain. The most common of which was that the rain was God's [or whatever other anthropomorphic personality that ruled their lives] tears. Tears He shed on witnessing the sins of man. Tears, that could be use to wash away the said sins. Of course some civilizations attributed rain to another of God's Heavenly bodily fluids, but people tend to ignore them the same way you ignore a door to door salesman. If it were true, that just wouldn't be a very polite God was it.

Washing away the sins. Just like that. The next day you were given a clean slate on which to wreak havoc until the next rains. How convenient. But even if it were true, I'm sure it found it a hard task to do it's job in the city. With so much to wash away here, its a wonder the drains never got clogged. God, whatever he was, must have been a master plumber.


Rain.


The city didn't react or change it's pace for so much as a heartbeat to deal with it. It was always ready, always prepared. It had a solution to everything. Problems were dealt with the same as it dealt with everything else. It made it part of itself. It drew it in until the problem was no longer a problem, but the city itself. And the city could never be the problem could it?

It was prepared for everything. It had no reason to suspect anything. Day in and day out things ran as they always had, or at least as the city said it always had. Now and again, there was change. But change was a necessity. Change was part of the city. Without change the people grew complacent and there was dissent. That couldn't be tolerated. Change was the city.

The city was everything. It had no fear. Man needed it more than it needed man. Man always needed a place to live, something to do. Man needed a life. The city gave it that life. The city would have no fear. After all it was life. After all it was man. The city was everything.

Except today.....Something was different.


Rain.


Today, there was a hole in the unwavering pattern. A missing link.

A boy stood separate from the rest. A boy of about 8. He always stood in that corner. He called it home. He was one of the homeless. Every city had them, they were a necessity. But this City had a different idea than that. It craved order. The first thing it did was undefine the very term "homeless". It gave them homes.

Not proper as per such, but a place which each member called his own. It gave them all the necessities. The City looked after it's homeless. There were no beggars. No, they were left for the poorer uncultured cities.Unfortunately, the City overlooked someone. This boy.

He was ordinary to look at. But that was part of being of the homeless. They have inane talent for appearing completely invisible until they want to be seen. Most of the time seen stealing your belongings either by force or by the most polite threats to curse you for eternity. They are so ordinary, that eyes don't even bother seeing them. He was completely ordinary.

But his origins were not. Nor was what he would become.


Rain.


He stood there alone looking up at the rain. In a sea of yellow umbrellas there was a lone empty spot. He alone stood and let the rain wash over him. Wash away his sins maybe. Or maybe just make him wet. Whatever it did, the only thing he was sure to achieve was a bad cold.

He didn't mind. He took it as a sign of love. Of affection. Strange. Love.... from the rain. That's all the boy wanted. Love from the trees. No, not those perverted copies that lined the City. No. Nature. He wanted love from nature. He hated order. He hated rules. He didn't believe in them. For one so young, his beliefs were pretty solidly laid down. Ironically, but also inevitably, they were everything the City's beliefs were not.

But one belief was paramount among all the things he believed in. It was what set him apart, that made him really different. What made him really dangerous. Without it he may have just evolved into another of the anarchists who are finally reabsorbed into the City becoming part of it. No, it was simple belief as he was a simple little boy. Simple as a nice homemade bomb is. It may be explosive and lethal but above all else, it is simple.

He believed the rain was his father.


Rain.


The city had met his match.


The city wasn't ready for a man who had no such thing called a life. Who desired nothing but happiness and ponies. Not just any ponies. Pink ones with a horn if possible. Who thought weed was the best thing that happened to humanity and not a pest to the plants.


The city would finally face a Hippie.

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There it is...
An intro if u'd like....
Or prologue or wateva u wanna call....
Let me know wat u think...
And lets see if this is worth going on about.....

Not the cat...Anything but the cat.....

Ok...
I don't do this shit....
Yet still I'm doing this...
Not cause i'm scared....
ok...
Face it...

I'm scared outta my mind of this Arvind....
Curse you Wali....

Anyways...
The list....

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*Orkut
Hmmmm.....I'm not really into social networking....I'm one of those guys who will do it just cause he's bored..... Which is most of the time.... So yeah....

*Facebook
Ok....Yes..... Just shut up.....Dont say it....The "Addict-" word.... I mean it....

*Hotmail
The requisite spam collection box.... I call it that not an inbox nothin that comes in nowadays really needs to be in there......

*Gmail
Cause one spam collection box is never enough.....

*Gamespot
The ultimate site for anything game related.... Though it has become less ultimate since the gerestman-gate scandal and mass quiting and stuff.... But ya.... Still worth it... At least for their weekly The Hotspot Podcast....Or the On The Spot show.....

*Giantbomb
Cause one gaming site is never enough.....Mostly for the Giantbombcast.....Another gaming and energy related podcast....From ex-gamespot staffers so ya.... And well....With a name like that.... You have no reason for staying away...

*The Register
News biting the hand that feeds IT....The latest tech news with a lovely sarcastic twist.... Every news site that punctuates an article related to Yahoo! with multiple !!! deserves to be read....

*Penny Arcade
The premier gaming related web-comic......For all u repressed nerds out there....You know who you are......

*Dinosaur Comics
Most brilliant web comic out there....Seriously.....Every week it runs the same strip of dinosaurs....Just changing the text.....A master writer....U'll be rolling with laughter.....

*Wikipedia
Google?? What is that?? Don't you know?? Just wiki it!!!


Hmmmm......The cat is safe i hope....
I did everything you asked me too....
Oh...
And i tag Mystique....
Cause i know she's away in Manali and has no way of doing this anytime soon i think....
I'm just a sadist who wants to see what happens to her cat....
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Those wondering about the incomplete story....
Don't worry it will be completed....Just not had the time....
Or clear mind...
Loads of ideas out there...
It will come...
Sporadically updated....
Sporadically cause at other times i would be posting other stuff maybe....

Now Listening : Jal.... [Yes you read that right...]

Now Reading : Scapegoat - by the ethereal slimeball

Now Wondering : Why didn't I ever listen to Jal before...Why am i so lame? [Yes you read that right too]

Saturday, May 24, 2008

Circle of Togetherness....Part Deux

Continued from last time.... See... I did write again!! Woohoo!! Two days running.
Anyways....You'll have to excuse the excessive (in my mind) text. Well basically it's what you people may call the setup phase of the story.So yeah.

You gotta let the people know where our lovers are coming from..
I would have liked to let the mystery remain still...
Suspense and all...
But ya...
If ur smart u'll realise u don't really know much about them anyways...

U may know wat they're thinkin at the moment....
But seriously speakin...
U have no idea what they are doin there..
Wat the hell is going on...
Slowly by slowly u'll get ur answers....

So yeah...
Part Deux..
The guy...
It continues....

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Watching the shock on her face made it worth it. No matter how many times he saw it it still amazed him at the full range of her emotions. But then that might even be considered a kind of sadistic pleasure. The poor girl had no idea what she was in for. And well, knowing the kind of paranoid loner she was, he could relate to the horror she was going to. But then again, this was necessary. From what he'd learnt in the past convincing her of anything was almost impossible. This shock made her more receptive as it is. Shock her out of her beliefs. Yeah, that's what she called it.

Smirking, he stepped out of the shadows. He finally could get a good look at her. She may never admit it, but she was beautiful. Not in the over glamorous celebrity way. No her beauty was more general, what you might even call prettiness. And her face was one of love. No, she wasn't cupid or anything, but every time he set sight at her he couldn't help but be amazed at the depth of compassion and understanding on her face. It made the wait for her to come bursting through bearable. Though at the moment all he could see on that face was a mixture of shock and horror. God, how he wished he didn't have to go through this cycle, but there was no other way.

"Wha......Who.....How..???"

"Right... My point exactly. So, whenever your over the shock and regain control over your slack jaw we could move on from there. So far we've established you can speak."

"But.....My name....How do you.....know....Who are you?? Wha....???"

"Exactly. As you may imagine, we have a lot of explaining to go through Lisa. And well I'd rather get through this quickly so we can move on. I've made reservations we wouldn't want to miss. But take your time, no hurry, not like time really matters here anyways."

Sarcastic. Witty. Handsome. That was him. Born to rich parents and an only child, he fit the stereotype of your talented overachievers perfectly. The kind of person who was naturally good at everything he did. Not that he ever had to do anything as he would no doubt inherit some grand empire from his parents and never have to work hard his life. But he had other plans for himself. Worldly knowledge said he was destined to be it all, prefect, star quarterback, head boy, most popular guy in school all the way through college.The life of the party, King of prom and what not.

Unfortunately, he turned out to be the guy who after seeing a path of gold spread out ahead of it, would rather just go get lost in the woods. He delighted in the unexpected. Rather, it amused him to take the least expected and most random path through any situation just to see how it would affect those around him. For someone so talented, avenues of enjoyment were few and far between. And funnily, he chose to amuse himself just doing as he pleased. Of course his parents and peers were not exactly ecstatic seeing the way he was turning out. But what were they to do?

So he turned out as an adult as he wanted to. A man of 24 years. Most men his age would have by this time got a degree and be settling into the routine they would follow for the rest of their lives, something they called a job. But that wasn't in his plan. In his words, when you're gonna be inheriting the worlds best bakery, whats the point in baking a cake yourself. No, he convinced himself he wanted to see life, see the world. Not the nightlife as most people would think, because he'd seen more than his share of it through his few years. No real life. He just wanted to live each day at a time. Doing what? Nothing most of the time. Anything he pleased the next.

Silently now, he stood before her. Recent events had changed him a lot. In a way they had molded him, given him purpose. Before, he felt like a pilgrim in search for something. Something he didn't know where to find or what to do with. But all that had changed in the blink of an eye. He had found his meaning, his purpose. But now was not the time to get lost in his own thoughts he reminded himself. No. He had more pressing things at hand. It was time to go on with operation "Shock and Awe". He couldn't help but chuckle at this thought. She did have a wondrous sense of imagination that girl.

"Oh.....Hey... Listen here mister. I don't know who you are or how you know so much about. But it's obvious to me you've been -"

"Following you around? Stalking you? Come on dear. Think about it. It's been what...months since you left your apartment? So how possibly could I?"

"Look. I don't know who you are or what you want from me. But I'm warning you, stay away or else I'll call the police."

"Police? Excuse me, but isn't that why you came bursting down here in the first place? Sorry to disappoint you, but there is no police. Well no criminals either so we don't really require them anyways. Thus, I guess you may call it my privilege to inform you, my dear Lisa, that we are the only two people left in this city!"

He stood there quietly chuckling at the look on her face as the full impact of what he said finally struck her. He was doing fine so far he thought. Now onwards the more difficult phase began. He had to make her fall as deeply in love with him, as he was crazy about her.....
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-Aiman

Ps.- Still feeling my way around...Rough around the edges...Just hope it wasn't a bore....Hopefully the tempo should pick up....