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RITU KAKAR

inches with a perfect glass shaped figure to go with it. I have soft natural brown shoulder length hair with golden streaks and that too naturally, wavy hair, so anyone who loves curls would love them. As for my eyes they are sharp, beautiful and the basic black in colour but my most attractive feature is my smile which my dad says lights up not only my face but the whole of me. But that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate beauty, some of the girls were gorgeous, probably more than me.

What added to my spark was when I realised he was only looking at me. He was more concerned about my reaction and the effects of this nasty episode, but I was too zoned out to even react. When the train finally arrived I could not move out of my daze. These new intense feelings which were swamping me along with the feel of Rahul’s hand on me had me totally helpless and confused. As I continued to be lost in my own la la land staring away at him with a stunned expression, Rahul quietly put his arms around my shoulders pushing me into the train with him. He continued to hold me close to his warm solid chest all through our journey home, neither of us saying anything. Even with me still trying to process what had happened I couldn’t help but enjoy the feel of his hand on waist keeping me close to him. We did not want to break the moment by talking. We were just feeling the moment and rejoicing in it.