My Fictional Reality.

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Status: In Progress  |  Genre: Fantasy  |  House: Booksie Classic

Life is indeed a blessing, but can also be a curse for someone whose early life goes through a series of heart trembling tragedies. And there was no doubt I was one of the cursed ones, I used to think so. Cursed here doesn't include those witches and wizards laying their spells all over and ruining lives; but the curse of miseries, as god snatched away every blessing once he gave, like a tragedy. A curse of reality, which worked as a catalyst for what I am today. However, I realized I wasn't cursed at all or anything like that even existed... other than just a phase of mind and games of heart, which we intentionally won or lost for our selfish cravings of feelings.

Apart from that ,lies Fantasies... Most of us humans desire for it yet many of them won't admit it. Deep in their heart, somewhere hides those silent desires which they think about, just as an imaginable fairytale which looks good only in screens and novels. I had too, not one but many. But I was so much busy cursing my life that I let my desires fade away just to keep my soul in one piece; from getting drenched by hopeless expectation of desires.

This story goes around my teenage years , after crossing several cities and schools but however got interlocked with the first crush of my life in the end. After a decade I found her on Instagram and further lies the web or fictional yet realism facts I faced. A desire not only possess intense feeling to get something but can also cut you in pieces trying to fulfill them.

The story sounds like a cliché, as our desires do, and after all its my Fictional reality.

A short first person narrated story derived from imagination's and the desires to fill this empty white sheets with stories I hope you would love to read.

Submitted: June 03, 2019

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Submitted: June 03, 2019



I Found Her.


I found the first crush of my life after a decade and she didn't even knew that I existed. Just like a decade before, when we shared the same class yet she never noticed me. I know that feelings change and they fade over time, but for me those which belonged to her never changed. Its not that I was never in a relationship before and I was just waiting for her, but I had been single for a year now and all my feelings just gloomed when I saw her again. 


Those nostalgic and yet mysterious eyes with pinch of kajal, face covered with burkaah, that precious smile she wore and her vampire teeth’s were still the same. I soon checked every post of hers on Instagram; I was totally in love already. I also felt a bit of stupid jealousy seeing some of her pics with my old classmates. 


I decided to contact her however but also didn’t wanted to be marked as a despo. I sent a follow request on her profile and waited for her follow back, seeing so many of mutual friends she would be surely following me, after all my prediction in such cases were never wrong. And yes, even if it took a week, she accepted my follow request and followed me back. It was overwhelming, as if any of my drafts were been selected for publishing. 


The first step was completed, and now the next step was to start a conversation with her; to wait for her to upload any story on her profile which can be replied and I can get a chance to start the conversation. And as my predictions were never wrong, she did upload a story. It was a philosophical quote about life and still not knowing what made me do that..... maybe it was my philosophical part that made me reply to her story or whatsoever, but there it was. She replied in a way of debate. Well, this is how our first  conversation started, trying to convince each other about our POV's on love and life. She was quite impressed with my philosophical views and without losing the rhythm of our chat, I took my chance and told her that we were in the same school for years but maybe she just didn’t remember me. But it was shocking for me to know  that, even she did some little research about me before accepting my follow request. 


I never thought this would all be going so good. It felt like being in a movie where the lead actor and actress meet for the first time and feel the zing of falling in love, or maybe I was just expecting a fairytale like a small kid. 


We soon started talking more often and were totally amazed to know that we almost shared the same likes-dislikes and even shared other common gossips about life. From our favorite songs to their specific lines and even our psychology linked a lot. I learned a lot about her life: her childhood, love-life history, and her secret wish to have a magical life. She was single, sorted out, beautiful, and everything I was searching for, after all she had been my crush since 10 years, Further, few days were spent thinking about her and the moments I wished to have with her. We both stayed in different cities, and the chance for us randomly meeting someday was already out of my head. Even if we spent half of the day talking with each other, I would still crave for her the next moment. The thought of her being just an online friend I fell in love with, started to eat me up. 


I wanted to feel her, I wanted to hold her hand. With each passing day our chats went even longer, growing my cravings more deeper. It was like even God wanted me to get tangled up with her soul. After all, he sent her back into my life after 10 years, and it was now this beautiful present in which we were unlocking different parts of our soul and love, day by day. Maybe she must be having this same feelings too, I thought. 


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