feelings for her by Vishal Singh (books to get back into reading .txt) 📕

 ABOUT THE NOVEL…………...

This is a fiction full of emotions, trust,

ups & downs, pleasure, enjoyment, sentiments, hatred, love, care, achievements,

sacrifices, compromises,visions, needs, promises,

affection & a lot that comes along with the life of a boy who has everything except ‘LOVE’ .

Every character designed in this fiction doesn’t resemble to anyone in real life & are

portrayed just to entertain you as maximum as possible.

This novel is genuinely written for all those who have misconception regarding the word LOVE

, We can survive without money but we can’t live without love.

Let me try my level best, to take you a 3 hour ride to a different world,

the only thing I need is your ‘LOVE’,

 ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS……...

This novel is a labour of love supported by my

school mates, teachers from Lucknow Public School & college friends.

I would like to thank the following people,

without whom support this day can’t be possible:

My parents, Saiket, Vaibhav, Abhinav,

Arun, Brijesh, Anurag, Salil, Rahul, Ashish,

Shivansh, Vishal, Sahib, Jitesh, Saurabh, Tanmay,

Shaiza, Sandeep, Vipul, Ishu, Shanu,Neha,Beauty,

& all you there reading this……

Thanks to all my dear friends & well-wishers,

I am nothing without you all ☺,

All I need is your presence forever……. Keep smiling ☺ ☺ ☺ ☺

PROLOUGE…

Mayur Vihar, Delhi……….
13 Oct, 2014 ;11:00 a.m..
“Sir, there.. There 13th floor, House No. ’13-m’...”, the milkman said.

“ You have called us ? “, one of the policeman said.

“Yes Sir, Sahab ji is not opening the door, I am
knocking since 9:30”, milkman replied.

Policeman enquired, “ What? For this you have
called us, Do you have any sense? ”.

“Sir sorry for that, but please believe me, the
matter is serious, something is wrong with Sahab
ji……. ”, milkman replied in very low voice.

Policeman, “ He might have sleeping, or might
have drunken last night, you go and don’t call us
again, we have some other important works to do,
Understand?? Or do we make you understand?? “.

Milkman (in crying voice), “Sir please, Sir please,
Please listen…… My sahabji used to play guitar
every morning, I am coming here, about a year, not
even a single day is passed without my Sahabji’s
guitar, He is always there at the door……….”.

One of the crew member, gets impressed by
milkman’s genuine appeal & asks his senior to take
action……..

“Ok, Mr. Kapoor go and check what is going on
there at 13-m & you (pointing towards milkman) go
along with him”, One of the senior replied.

Milkman along with 2 policemen, reach the flat no.
13-m & try to open the door, ring door bell several
time but door not opens……..

“ Sir it is locked from inside, we have to smash it
down.”, Mr. Kapoor shouted from the 1st floor.
“Then smash it down, if the person found sleeping
this milkman will pay for the smashed door, O.K.”,
Mr. Srivastav (their boss) replied.

They smashed the door down, within minutes but
what they found was really surprising……..

“Sir, please come up, he (milkman) is right, something is odd here, please come up”, Mr.Kapoor replied.

Within few seconds Mr. Srivastav along with 4 more
policemen come up and investigat the place, but
what they find is really strange & shocking……..

“Oh My God!!”, Mr. Srivastav uttered (in a loud
voice).

“You two go there, you two there & search the
man………. & Mr. Kapoor you come with me, You
(milkman) go outside & wait till we come out….”

The milkman bowed his head (in order to say O.K.),
leave the place, but what made everyone startled
was, there was a very huge mirror, unlike in homes,
about 12 burnt cigarettes buds were there infront
of that same giant mirror, a guitar with broken
strings and blood all around the strings, a lighter
(gold made) with two words marked on it ‘C + D’
with blood around it too, a collection of music
DVDs, a lot of trophies, clean & beautifully painted
walls, a thick hand-made copy (Unlike other copies,
it was like someone had added page, always added
page so that all work remain in one place), with a
boy in darkness painted over it & 4 words written at
the cover page “FEELINGS FOR HER” like
someone has beautifully Octorated the front cover
by himself using water colors & there was blood all
around the pages, everything was looking
bloody…… Suddenly two of the policemen who were Investigating in the other rooms shouted …..

“Sir, please come here fast…. Sir fast…… A dead
body, Sir a dead body is floating in the bathroom
Sir, Sir………..”, one of the policeman shouted (In a
quivering voice).

With this Mr. Srivastav & Mr. Kapoor reached the
bathroom & what they saw was really unbelievable,
a male dead body was floating in the bath tub, with
no clothes on the upper part & a very costly jeans
covering lower part, with blood flowing from nose,
mouth & a 13th cigarette bud in his hand, like he
had grasped that bud very tightly before death, one
of the strange thing was, there was a golden chain
around his neck, with letters ‘C+D’ printed on it…..
He was looking like a very handsome man of
around 29-30 years, with very expensive clothing &
living style showing that he belongs to a very rich
class, but who was he?? A question that everyone
wants to unsolve in that room, even on asking to
the milkman & the neighbours, they too were
unaware of the ‘unidentified body’, only they
replied that the person was living here about a year
& he didn’t tell anything about him to anyone, only
thing he used to do was playing guitar & riding on
his bike (Pulsar 180 cc standing there) for hours,
this was his routine since last year…….
Now the case became very strange & equally
complicated too, as no one was able to identify
him…… Mr. Srivastav in deep thinking now wants to
solve the mystery of ’13-m’, & then suddenly his
eyes caught the clue, there were cameras at the
corner of the some rooms, & Mr. Srivastav was sure,
if he could find the recording then the case is
solved, to this one of the policeman finds the
recording……..

“Everyone come here, we have got the recordings,
let’s see what had happened to this macho-man,
where is Mr. Kapoor? ”, Mr. Srivastav (To his
policemen) enquired.

From bedroom, a shout came…..

“Sir before going through video recordings, come
here, here fast……. A laptop……”, Mr. Kapoor.

All policemen rushing towards bedroom…….

Mr. Srivastav , “Looking like, it is on sleep mode,
please on the laptop…”.

Mr. Kapoor switch on the laptop & found that
someone had updated a status at facebook at
around 7:00 a.m., before going through the status
in curiosity to know the person they click on the
profile & what they found was……………

“Oh My god! Oh no! Oh no! He is…… He is…… He
is………”, Mr Kapoor uttered…………

{ This will be continued to the last of the novel,
please have patience, Just for a moment forget
about the scene going on & come with me for a 13
hours long journey, those 13 video recordings
captured by camera, Let’s see them one by one with
13 cigarettes, & try to find what exactly ‘LOVE’ is?
So, Shall we move 13 hours before, if you permit }

‪#‎so_from_here_1st_chapter_starts‬

‪#‎CIGARATtE_1‬

Mayur Vihar, Delhi……….
12 Oct, 2014 ; 6:00 p.m…

( Flat No. : 13-m, Door opens…..) A man of about 29
years enters the room, He is in a sort of hurry, In a
very few seconds, He refreshes himself by taking a
quick shower, He is looking very impatient like he is
in hurry, like someone has to catch a train in a few
seconds being at a very long distance from station,
he is singing songs, changing tracks very frequently,
now he stops, staring continuously towards the
giant mirror (Which he calls “Yaadi”, a hindi term
meaning : best friend…. As According to Charlie
Chapline, Mirror is the best friend because it never
laughs when someone cries infront of it.) & now he
is staring at the Hand-made copy, He is kissing the
same copy, Now he puts the copy down & rushes
toward the gallery, he is closing all windows like he
wants to celebrate something alone, now the same
golden lighter he is using for a cigarette, now again
he is infront of the mirror, he holds the same copy,
now he is looking in a mood to read it, he sits down
on the Chair infront of the mirror, & opens the first
page of the copy & laughs out loud & conversating
with himself by looking into the mirror by assuming
his reflection in the mirror to be his friend, as if he
wants to share a story to someone, now he is
sharing to himself, he is reading loud, he is
laughing, he is reading, laughing mixed, loud &
loud & louder………
( Over to him…….. He is telling his own story to him,
From now onwards he will narrate his own story by
his own words……. Now he is reading the first page,
one of the conversation is going on, in the football
field…………………………………………………………………… )
“Hahaaaa hahaaaa ….. Hurreyyyy !!!” (In the field
enjoying during the football final match, Inter-
School Tournament.)

“I am coming to you, Now you can’t escape…..”(To
one of the boy of opponent team )

“Run as fast as you can, I am coming…… Hurrey!!!!”

“Hahahahahahahaaaaaaa………..”

Digvijay(My friend) “We only need 1 goal, Jay
you can…..”

Jay ( Myself ), “Digvijay, don’t worry, 1 goal is
not a big deal, if you say I can hit 3 consecutive goals…..”
Digvijay,”Then Buddy, For whom r u waiting for? ”

Jay, “I am looking for my Mother & Father,
everyone’s parent is there but not mine”.

Digvijay,”Look, you are the son of the most richest
person, Shailendra Singhof our city(Lucknow), Yaar
obviously they may be busy in their works, So don’t
take it on your heart, there is goal-post, just snatch
the ball and make it a glorious Victory for this year”

Jay,”Ok Bro, just for our school friends, let me
launch…Now here I got the boll & the countdown
begins…… Zig-zag-zig-zag- Zig-zag-zig-zag-zig &
there it goes, Yippeee Hurreeeyyy Goooooaaallll!!”

Laughing out Loudly in the room, by memorizing
that past scene of the victory, kissing the first
burning cigarette