first_proposal

✍️ First_proposal✍️

Hahahaha don't get confuse, it's Delhi where guys come in relationship in just their class 5th or 6th.....

So I was just adapting myself with the new environment of this so called grammar school .....

I was the only one who used to think herself weak in English speaking but I was improving day by day that's why I joined a game "table-tennis" so that I can make some friends...

You wouldn't believe that but it's the proud moment for Indian parents if their kids talk in English , so the same proud my parents were also feeling..

One day I was praying in morning ceremony but what I saw that a boy from 8th class queue was continuously staring at me... Something weird but I ignored that...

Again I put a glance on that boy he was smiling now....

I was not feeling comfortable now , so just rushed to the class immediately ...

When Surbhi ( my first friend from Delhi) asked me, that what happened to me in morning ceremony, I told her everything in detail.....

She laughed very loudly that everyone could notice her, but that's the way she used to represent her always... Be blunt..

After that she told me that " we will teach lesson to that guy tomorrow ". Actually my intentions were not to humiliate anyone but I was in a situation that I couldn't resist her.

Next day Surbhi was standing very behind of me in ceremony and noticed that boy again smiling towards me.... And she just complained this matter to our class teacher...

Even I didn't want to punish that guy in a way without any warning... But I was helpless...

And our class teacher made him to say sorry in front of my whole class ,

Now you can imagine that situation of that boy.... But I wanted to move on so I had forgotten about that incident...

One day I was in indoor corridor where I was practicing some services on table of my game... But I was finding myself unable everytime to spin the balls on the edges of the table so I was very irritated at that time and again an incident took place which shook me very badly .....

"How many minutes more?" Question came from my right.

I turned to see a juvenile cum adult. He was indeed a handsome and his humble voice was. His round neck t-shirt was revealing his giant shoulders clearly.... But suddenly I came to know that he is the same boy whom I humiliated a week ago....

So first I turned my eye balls around the corridor to check any vacant table but bad luck ....

"Excuse me" he raised his hands with a sarcastic smile on his face. It indicated that he minded my ignorance.

"Would you mind telling me for how long you will practice here". He asked again.

" Sorry". I said just enacting that I didn't hear him.and looked on my watch and told him that five minutes more.

"Okk" he said and took his place in corner from where he passed me balls 3-4 times but see how arrogant I am that I didn't thank him once....

Finally he came to me and told that "hey your five minutes passed now.. while looking at his watch" .

I was just going to hand him over the racket , he told "sorry" for that day.....

I was just surprised that how can be one so humble but I kept myself distracted from him and proceed to the exit without replying him...

" Myself samarth, and sorry again" , he told again

Now I just smiled but keeping in mind that he doesn't see me doing the same...

So days were passing now... And I had learned to spin the ball while doing service...

"If you don't mind than , can I defeat you in a game?" A challenge I heard from my right.

"Oh god! He is again that chap samarth" I murmured.

"I can give you a lead in game , if you want but don't refuse". He said

This time I really bursted in an immense laugh , thinking that how can a boy so lenient before a relationship with a girl.

"Okk but I don't want your lead in game", and sorry for that day also, I said.

Somewhere I thought that I shouldn't have told him sorry..

" Thank God you are feeling sorry for that incident , so sweet of you" samarth said.

" You please start your game, don't stretch the conversation", I said.

"Okk, service or court?" He asked.

"Service" I said.

"Than please don't mind switching your place to other side of the table", he said.

"Sure but this concept of choosing the court is weird", I said.

" You are a noob in this game, that's why" he said.

" You don't act like a pro now " I grumbled .

Finally I delivered a service , a top spin which bounced once on the table and drifted to the other edge of table quickly , leaving that chap something surprised.....

He couldn't return that service and point counted in my account.

Again I made a service , a slower one just to feel him comfortable but he returned it in a way that I was shocked for a while, " it was a smash, ball just swirled crossing my racket."

And he defeated me in that game very easily.....

I was quite unhappy with the result but somehow made myself relaxed by stating that " he is senior to me by 2 years".

" Wipe off your sweat " a voice came from the other side of table while offering me a tiny towel.

" No I have my handkerchief" I said.

" It is unused, no worry I got it with my new kit" he said.

" No thanks" I said.

" So smriti are u a native of Delhi" he said

" What I am not smriti" I exclaimed.

" Is not it your name", he asked.

" My name is SUCHI" I said.

" Thanks , you wouldn't tell me if I had asked you directly" he said.

" I am not a spy, who is not suppose to tell her name" I said.

" But you are annoyed over me" he said.

" No I am not , even I had been sorry for that day" I said

" Ohh really" he asked with a shine in his eyes.

" I don't know " a neutral reply from my side.

"Where do you live in Delhi" he asked

"I live in I.B. residential society" I answered.

" Ohh I also live there, do you play table tennis in our society's indoor compound ? " He asked.

" No I don't know , that even there is a indoor corridor in our society also" I said.

" So are u coming in evening to play with me, I have full kit " he asked.

" Okk", I said.

So this is the just beginning but it's time to go to bed so , I will complete the remaining part in next page... Bye..bye..