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I'm In Love With A Spirit

Cursing the dark, I decided to step out and find someone who could tell me what was going on. To my utter surprise, I realized I was in a hospital. ----------- “Don’t touch me, you freak. Nothing is happening to me. I am fine, I feel fine, and I am going to my room to rest,” I yelled and I started to reach out for the door-knob but I just couldn’t. I tried again, but my hand just passed through it. How? “What is happening to me?” I shouted, instantly freaking out. I tried catching it again but I could not touch it. I pushed the door but instead of pushing it, I passed through it and fell on the floor. He was immediately beside me, trying to help. Scared to death, I pushed him away and started to crawl backwards, hoping to get away from the scary man and also hoping to find something to rest my back on, but instead of finding something, I crossed the bars of a bed and was now almost in a drawer…I stood up shrieking and started to run everywhere in a haphazard manner when suddenly my eyes fell on a still figure on a hospital bed. Lying there was a lump of a woman. She was in the worst state possible, bruised everywhere and had a huge bandage on her head. Tubes stuck out from every orifice. She was breathing off a life support system… She was barely alive. She was me. ----------- A wonderful story of how the spirits of a guy and a girl met in hospital during an out-of-body experience.

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Why Are You Smiling?

"There is, isn't there?!" She jumped in glee. "Tell me! Everything. Who is he?"

"No, Zara. Had there been, you know you would have been the first person to know. I love you more than I could ever love a guy, you know that." She looked slightly mollified.

"Then why won't you call Vedant?" I pretended to not recognize the name.

"Who?"

She stared at me like I had grown two heads, "The hottie from today, dah!"

I struggled to explain the reason because I knew she wouldn't rest otherwise. "I just didn't find him that attractive, Zara. Can you accept that?"

"Oh. Can I call him up then?"

Armaan immediately shook his head. "I know him and he is a creep of the highest order. Good girls like you and Zara should avoid him at all costs."

I turned to Zara, "I really don't think it is a good idea. He just gave me a very bad feeling."

Zara let out a huff. "Fine, but you disappoint me. I will go and freshen up. See you at dinner."

I waited until she was earshot and asked Armaan, "What's wrong with Vedant?"

"He is a friend, but a worse character than I am."

"Do you mean he has had even more than a hundred and twelve affairs?"

Armaan looked annoyed at the reference. "At least I go for females who are genuinely interested in me. His specialty lies in stalking plain and simple girls, wooing them with his money and charm and then once he is done with them, he discards them like second-hand clothing."

I shivered with distaste at his description and remembered how he'd held me closely when Vedant had been hitting on me. So sweet!

"Why're you smiling? One of Mumbai's biggest and most stubborn playboy is coming after you, and you are smiling?"

"Oh no, not that. I just recalled how protectively you hugged me when he was around; you really care for me, don't you?"

He looked both flushed and embarrassed and I grinned. "Don't think so highly of yourself. It's just that I know him and you are my only human connection, so I naturally feel protective of you…"

I knew he was lying but his words still hurt. Knowing it was useless to feel this way, I stepped out for Zara's, whereas he went away.