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And yes, when you don't respect your mom, how will you respect me? Learn to respect women dear... and this learning must begin with your mom. All the best for your life - bbye!
And yes, when you don’t respect your mom, how will you respect me? Learn to respect women dear… and this learning must begin with your mom. All the best for your life – bbye!
It was 8 in the morning. I was peeping out of my room’s window with a mug of coffee in my hands. My phone beeped suddenly. It was my new boy friend’s message.
‘Meet at 10…CCD…dying to c u’
I threw the phone on my bed and went into the bathroom to get ready. It was not new to me. I had 26 failed relations till date and this was the 27 th one. Some wanted money, some wanted one night stands and some just wanted to fill the lack of a girl friend in their lives. Some lasted for a week, some struggled for months and some unfortunate ones existed only for few days.
This one had started just 5 days back.
I, in search of true love, (one that was written about many times in novels and displayed in Bollywood movies) was standing with the 27th trial on the doorstep of examination. Yes, I had a plan to test him today. I was in no mood to waste time on another man with no truth in his heart.
It was 10.15 am. He was sitting on the other side of the coffee table, right in front of me.
“So, You love me, right?” I begun the secret exam.
“Uncountably… deadly” he said.
“So – what future plans?” I asked
“I haven’t got time to think… your beautiful eyes are not allowing me to think anything apart from them.” He said with a flirtatious smile.
Oh, I hate such cheesy lines. But somehow I managed to smile.
“Can you tell your mom that you love me?” I enquired suspiciously.
” Noooooo… she will kill me… and moreover she has no role in this decision. I will leave my parents and will run away with you. I just want you in my life.” He said in one breath.
That was all. I had made my decision. Fortunately, it was last sip of my coffee. I stood up firmly with a smile. He was confused with my sudden action, left his seat, and stood up.
“There is no point wasting time dear. You decided to leave your parents for me, in just a second. For a girl whom you know just for 5 days. I can’t guarantee that you will live with me forever. And yes, when you don’t respect your mom, how will you respect me? Learn to respect women dear… and this learning must begin with your mom. All the best for your life – bbye!” I said with a firm tone, with my eyes on his, and left him standing with confused questioning gestures. I knew he will get all his answers soon.
I knew I had made a right decision. I walked away with a hope of true love waiting for me somewhere… maybe in the 28th trial.
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