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Can you mend my broken heart?

Gazing at the Starbucks café at the airports had become a ritual for her. A desperate attempt as she hoped against hope to see him again, probably get one more chance to kiss him again. Looking at the store all lost, she walked ahead, but stumbled and bumped against someone.  The cup of coffee that he had in his hand spilled all over just like the first time when she had met him.  "Jesus Christ", he muttered.  The moment she heard the voice she looked up and saw his face. It was the same face that had promised to stay next to her, till death did them apart. Tears flooded her eyes and she could barely speak, "I knew you would come back for me Raymond". She raised herself on her toes in an attempt to kiss him, but he blocked her lips with his palm. "Whoa, whoa, Miss !!! I guess you have mistaken me for someone else." "What are you saying, Raymond? It's me, your Akira. The love of your life, your fiancée," she said and stretched her hand showing the ring on her finger. He stared at the ring for quite some time and then looked at her face apologetically and said,  "Miss please, I am already a married man." And then he silently walked away. ----- [Instagram - niharikabhol] [Join me on discord at] https://discord.gg/cPVJ69e [Warning: This novel has mature content. Reader's discretion advised]

niharikabhol · Urban
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Dirty Dancing !!!

"Huh?", Akira asked.

"I meant how was the dance? Was it good?", asked Raymond.

"Yeah it was good", she said and removed her hand from his shoulder and moved a bit away to pause the iPod.

"Good? Just good?", Raymond questioned her. He was the sort of guy who was an epitome of perfection and just getting a 'GOOD' for his work was unacceptable for him.

"I mean yeah, as a beginner on Day 1 you were absolutely fantastic. So much better than people who have actually learned for a couple of days or even weeks I must say. Plus your footwork, totally amazing. You will reach a professional level in no time", Akira said and paused the iPod.

"I see. So what's your ideal dance level?", Raymond asked and leaned on the table.

"My dance level? What do you mean?", Akira asked looking at him.

"I mean when do you consider a couple-dance ideal?", Raymond asked and clearly, his tone was impatient and eager to know about the target level as per her.