Maine kaha k aunty maine kaha thk hain aunty chalta hu main aunty ne kaha arey tumhara naam kya hain puchna bhul gayi maine apna naam bataya.Aur chala...gaya 2 din gujar gaye achanak ek sham dekha aunty bahar khadi thi main unke paas gaya pucha kya hua aunty.Aunty ne kaha dekho na vishal kitchen ki light fuse ho gayi kisko bolu kuch samajh nhn aha raha hain maine kaha chalo main dekh leta hu fir main gaya aur cfl light thi maine change kar di fir lo aunty ho gaya na aunty khus ho gayi boli tum. Very handsome. As he walks to the table their eyes meet and she is entranced by them. She shyly looks away for a second and then back up, His eyes still very focused on hers. ‘I am sorry I am late,’ he apologizes, ‘It is not like me at all.’ Before she can answer he says ‘We don’t have time for a drink – we should get going.’ She quickly gets up and he extends his arm for her. They make their way out the hotel and into a cab. The mood is a little tense and he senses that – puts his hand on hers. Back in the bathroom, I blow-dried my hair, choosing to leave it looseinstead of clipping it back. The chestnut strands, like curtains of silk,only emphasized the attractiveness of the face they framed.Turning my head to and fro, I wondered how I would look if I let my hairgrow out longer. Don't get me wrong, the shorter style was a lot easier fora newly-created girl to work with. Eventually, though, I would want achange. Longer hair might be the way to go.By six twenty-five, I was completely. He blinked a few times at the sight. “Wow. I’m… uh, sorry,” was all she said. “Well sorry isn’t much of a name but thanks for apologizing for knocking the breath out of me with those eyes,” he said with a smile. She eyed him warily, only slightly amused by his flirting. “Sorry for running into you; I’m kind of late for work.” “Oh, really?” he raised an eyebrow, noting her current wardrobe. “Where at?” She flashed a deviant smile, exposing a row of perfect white.