A Simple Love Story That Just Began Abruptly And Ended Abruptly

by Neha Mehta - Date: 2007-03-15 - Word Count: 285 Share This!

They say love is the essence and soul of life. Love is that power which binds two people and brings them together forever. Here I attempt to recite my own narration of a simple and sweet love affair between two people.

They were strangers who were brought together by the cruel hands of destiny. Fate brought them together and fate separated them. Her innocent flirtatious eyes and brilliant talking skills made him adore her. She hurt him with her tantalizing remarks when she first met him. They fell in love, they hated each other, they grew apart and then they again met just to be with each other forever.

The best part about this story was that the victim fell in love with the victimizer, the exploited with the exploiter and she was exploited because she wanted to be exploited. The "Miss Goody Two Shoes" fell in love with the Knavish rogue. He was rude, she prejudiced, he was bad and she pure. Within him resided may be all the impurities of this world and within her the sanctity that just needed to be discovered. She talked with her heart and he with his legs.

She mistook his lust for love. She crossed her forbidden boundaries and had to retreat to cross them once again forever with the same person. She made him an animal or simply aroused the beast within. He made her human and simply killed the virginity within. He really made her pre-pubertal innocence grow up to the limits of nymphomaniacal heights. She a day-dreamer and he a ruthless mercenary, a heartless soul. What an unimaginable pair? They were born to be each other and yet they hated each other the most in this world.

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