One Beautiful Year by Surya Pemasane (best romance ebooks .txt) 📕

Author’s Note

Author’s Note

 

Hello, I just wanted to say thank you for choosing my book ‘One Beautiful Year’. I know there are lot of typo errors, grammar mistakes. Please forgive me for that and let me know so that I can weed them all out.

 

I hope you enjoy ‘One Beautiful Year’ story. Please comment and feel free to save it your library, but only if you think it’s worth J

 

Thanks for everything and sorry for nothing.

 

Surya Pemasane

Chapter One : First Look

It’s my cousin's wedding tomorrow in Goa, so all are busy in packing their luggage.

 

'Zohan, Get ready soon, I have packed your luggage'.

 

‘Yes Mom’.

 

I am waiting for my friends, to come and join. Probably they will reach in no time, if I say ‘A Beautiful girl is going to join with us.’

 

‘Zohan, can you please help me to pack my luggage’, Reanna aunty came to me and asked.

                                         

This is what a bad habit most women have. If they saw someone is free they don’t like it. Thank god, my mom is bad in assigning this kind of tasks. 

 

I was busy in helping Reanna aunty, to pack her luggage.

 

‘Oh, chill mom! Don’t treat me like child’. A smoky and honeyed voice from bed room.

 

Who might she is? How she is? Do I know her? No? All these bull shit question a popping up in my mind within no time, girl right, it happens.

 

She must be one of my cousin friends but I feel like I heard her voice somewhere.

 

To destruct all my thoughts, a beautiful girl has come out from my cousin room.

 

She is wearing black sari with silver polka dots everywhere. I can’t see here face as she is drying her hair with pink colour towel on, in red hot Sun.

 

She is hot from back. You know girls are pretty good from back than front.

 

Oh! My god, I am taking my words back, she is dam pretty and very sexy with wet loose hairs. I am just starring her pink lips, which is attractive on her face, tantalizing eyes, long neck making her look stunning.

 

‘Zohan, are you done with packing my luggage?' My aunt shouted like, I am miles far from her. Shit, she destructed my entire mood.

 

‘Yes aunt’.

 

She went inside the room. I am waiting for her to come out, just like a dog, in front of chicken shop.

 

     Seems she is busy. Girls are always busy, if they see mirror. I believe mirror is luckiest object in the world you can say. You want what I mean now.

 

As we all know they will take minimum time for makeup, so I went back to do other stuff.

 

‘Hey Bro, you are Zohan, right?’ A sweet and cute voice broke my heart like anything. To be positive, I said to myself that, ‘Cool my buddy, it happens sometime’.

                                            

Oh! Fuck, she is same girl which I was starring before.

 

‘Yes’, I replied like, I am or I might not.

 

‘I am Smruthi, your cousin friend’

 

Oh! She is the girl, who uses to pick my calls whenever I give a call to my cousin hostel. Real worry now is, she called me as Brother. That made me afraid.

 

‘Oh! Is it you, who use to pick my calls’, I replied.

 

‘Yes, but I am not warden there, he he’.

 

Worst joke, still I managed to smile, else she might get bad impression on me. A girl thing, believe it.

 

‘You are done with packing your luggage?’ Smruthi asked.

 

‘Yes, but mom did it’.

 

‘Then whose luggage you were packing before few minutes?’

 

How she knows that I was packing luggage, she didn’t saw me as I know. I was completely starring at her from the time she came out of the room,

 

‘Me? When! ’

 

Like, I haven’t packed any luggage.

 

‘Just a while back, when you were staring at me’, she replied with smile, with no cause.

 

I gave her a cold stare.

 

Theory is, men needs at least one hour to stare at women to find what she is doing, but women just need just a second.

 

And most important point to remember - Women can come to know if a man is starring at her, even from 2kms away. That’s special power for them.

 

‘Zohan, Zohan!’

 

Someone is shouting at the gate. Thank god now I can escape from this weird situation.

 

‘Will be back, someone is calling me’, I said and rushed.

 

I came out and it’s my friend, Bobby, holding a coke in one hand and burger in other hand. He is fat and short guy, with brown hairs and fairy skin. He likes to eat more. Kind of father of foodieJ, jokes apart, he is my best friend.

Chapter Two : First Touch

We arrived at Railway Station.

 

As soon as train started, Smruthi started sleeping. She didn’t wake up till we reach our destination in the morning. She covered her whole body with blue colour bed sheet, the word sweet dreams is printed everywhere on it.

 

‘Smruthi, get up, we reached’, just touched her bed sheet and said.

 

‘Idiot, can you take your hand off?’ prompt and harshly.

                                                                       

Ops, I just realized that I touched her breast.

 

‘I am Sorry, Smruthi’

 

‘It’s ok’, she replied with no face node.

 

‘Are you okay?’ I murmured. She heard it but no reaction.

 

Whatever! It’s really soft touch, first experience.

              

We reached marriage hall, Smruthi went to beauty parlour with my cousin. I wonder why she wants to go to beauty parlour. God has already given her such a beautiful face, skin, hair and lot many which are not visible.

 

I was wandering their and here with friends. All of sudden everyone was going outside to welcome my cousin.

 

I was just seating quit and quickly realized that even Smruthi will be coming with her and I ran outside like bullet train. My cousin came out of the car and everyone is busy chatting with her.

 

I am searching for my girl

 

     She came out of the car like an angel in blue sari, traditional look. She is dam beautiful. Just went near amd murmured in her ears.

 

     ‘You are looking stunning’.

 

       Bright smile is the node from her.

 

A few hours later, she came to me and said I want to take a snap with you!

 

Luck may come from anywhere, just keep open your door.

 

She stood beside me and gave bright smile with cute expression to picture, perfect selfie moment J

Chapter Three : Diffrent Feeling

Its morning, 8PM, marriage is done and everyone started packing back.

 

We reached railway station, and it was rush as it was Sunday.

 

Almost everyone arrived into train, I am yet to arrive as some luggage was still left to though inside.

 

Train started moving and I arrived in to train but in different box, and Srumthi is coming by running on the flat form, I hold her hand and pulled inside the train, and she came more force then I pulled. All of sudden she hugged me with the same force, and it was soft touch. Offffff! I love it!

 

She took window seat and I was seating next to her. It was little rush and I was holding her hand, after few minutes I just kissed in her hand.

 

She has given a look which was very pretty and I know she liked it.

 

And we chitchatted all the night and some romance also happened.

 

We reached the destination in the morning 5am, we took three cabs for everyone, and all are arriving in different cabs. I am searching for Srumthi. But I am not able to.

 

Then we reached home and my cousin said that, ‘Vikki, Srumthi has called me, she asked you to inform that she reached her home.’

 

Fuck I don’t know her number too; I will be not able to ask my Cousin for her number.

 

So three days has gone, but still I am in her dreams only.

 

Today is my train to Pune. I want to join my office tomorrow; else he will scold me like hell.

 

Chapter Four : Lovely Call for Hours

I reached railway station as usual the train is late for 30minutes. They better change the timings for the train. Chennai-Mumbai express came is arrived the plat form number 1. I took my seat; I always get the window seat J

 

I was thinking of her only. I got a call from one unknown number, its +917XX6XX4XX4. I cut the call because I am in roaming. After two minutes I got a call from the same number. I cut the call and called back to the same number.

 

‘Hello, who is this?’

‘Hi, Vikki. This is Srumthi. How are you?’

‘Hey Srumthi, how are you, I am fine. You know what I am thinking of you only, how you got my number?’

‘From your cousin’, she replied in anger.

‘That’s great, nice to hear your voice again’

 

And this chat was going till I reached Pune.