PriDa: When Passion meets Attitude :
Joint FF - Part 4
LINK to Part 3 by Mru http://www.india-forums.com/forum_posts.asp?TID=1574800&TPN=5
1: *Achoo* !! de say dat sneezing at da start of any new assignment is a very bad omen
but SHE had no control over fate. Her day had started out wid her feeling cold
n yet here she was sitting in da Airport lounge, wid a very bad cold and a very unavoidable important flight to take.
2: *7* !! dat was da 7th achoo he heard behind his back. Unknowingly he had been counting.
silently praying, THIS person is not seated anywhere near HIM on flight,
as he turned a page of the magazine article he was supposedly reading.
No one knew how the events started, yet when, *Oh god, i did not carry a kerchief*
was heard a tad too loudly in the silent Airport lounge,
Destiny had taken over this two individuals life then and there.
3: *Warm like Whisky* that was the first word that came to his mind, wen he heard the voice behind him. offcourse his mind did not register that it could be due to the cold.
Somehow he found himself closing the magazine and placing it on the adjacent seat.
opening his handbag he found himself removing a disposable tissue pack.
He stood and turned facing her back. then hesitantly tapped her shoulder with a single finger
4: She sneezed her 8th Achoo, eyes tearing up this time, when she felt a finger tap on her left shoulder. Holding a horizontal hand across her nose n mouth she turned back. Looking straight at a belt buckle, that was shaped as a scorpion
(just like Shahrukh's in Rabb ne bana di jodi when he first comes to the dance rehearsal hall)
5: His *AHEM, da eyes are up HERE* broke her trance and her gaze travelled up...up...up...
Jeez he was TALL. she stood up facing the owner of that AHEM, and looked into his eyes embarrasedly. YES. a tall Indian guy. for her 5'7 height, he was way taller.
6: HER eyes were mesmerising even behind da curtain of tears, now if only she cud move her hand and he cud get a glimpse of her mouth dat had reminded him of warm whiskey.
He had an urge to tell her jus dat abt her eyes.
He opened his mouth too... and then the invisible mischievous cupid STRUCK his first arrow. For all went downhill after that
7: *Can you remember to carry a disposable tissue pack the next time you travel with a cold*!!
He never realised HOW that line came outta his mouth !!
he CRINGED at the timing -- she FROWNED at his rudeness
her hand slipped from her face as all nice thots about the TALL stranger took an about turn.
he saw her standing in her full glory, hands on her hips, chin protruding, and fiery darts in her eyes dat wer aimed at him,
Both of them did not notice an old lady sitting nearby, grinning, starting her IPAD and typing
the tittle of her new novel... wen *P*assion meets *A*ttitude...