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Te Amo...

I Love You

ROHIT SHARMA

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First Edition : November 2012

9th Impression : August 2015

Te Amo... I Love You

ISBN (10) : 9350880121ISBN (13) : 9789350880128

his novel is entirely a work of fiction. Names, characters and incidents portrayed in it are the work of the authors imaginationresemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or localities is entirely coincidental.

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Praise for Te Amo I Love You

Romantic Thriller at its best.-The Hindu

One of the Best Young Adult Fictions.-Times of India

e Amo... I LOVE YOU is a Rollercoaster Ride.-Hindustan Times

ove story of Aryan and Isabella reminds us of Romeo & Juliet. -Mahakhabar

e Amo... I LOVE YOU proves that the sweetest smiles hide the deepest secrets. The pretties

ve shed the most tears. And, the kindest hearts have felt the maximum pain.- Dainik Jagra

beautiful love story with an important message.- Nayi Duniya

Well written, well-crafted and interesting love story... Full of emotions. Well done.runalinni Patil[Jury member censor board (1993-2011), owner of Suryaafilms Kreation]

horoughly researched and remarkably racy... Vivid descriptions make you visualize the boo

movie. Characters of Isabella & Aryan stay with you, even after you are done with the bo

st read!- Hussain Kuwajerwala[Actor / Dancer / Host]


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Dedicated

to every woman, who has sacrificed herself selflessly,

to every man, who has loved and supported his woman in good and bad times,and to anyone, who has ever fallen in true love.


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PART 1

LONDON

1. One Rainy Day

It was 9 o'clock in the morning, and the alarm clock started ringing insistently.

Damn this alarm! exclaimed Aryan, with a hint of exasperation. He somehow managetch his lazy hand out of his quilt to reach the clock, and then banged it very hard as if stoppeternity. His head was still aching, and he had not yet recovered from last night's hangover. I

uring heavily outside, and the weather made him sleepier. Therefore, he ducked himself back fluffy quilt and tried to reclaim his sleep.

Oh, God! he cried, all of a sudden, another bleak Monday morning!

He quickly got off his bed, pulled aside the curtains, and then peeked out of the window oartment. It had not rained for years, as it was raining that day in London. He had to rush to hisnce Academy.

Besides being the owner of one of the most admired dance academies in England, he waexpert instructor, teaching the various dance forms. Dancing was his passion, and he had si

ndedly made Vivazthe best dance academy in London.

Aryan knew he would not be able to make it to Vivazon time, especially in such heavy raiexpected heavy traffic on the now sodden London roads. Therefore, he decided to inform Kfifty-five year old caretaker of Vivaz, and more like a father to Aryan. They had been togeth

long, that in tough times Kaka could always empathize with what Aryan was going through. s not only the academy's caretaker, but Aryan's personal secretary as well, and Aryan trusted

mpletely.

Hello, Kaka. How are you doing? asked Aryan over the phone, as he yawned and rubbe

epy eyes.Hey, Aryan, I'm good. Thanks, replied Kaka. But, where are you? Students are waitin

u. Kaka sounded concerned.

Yeah, must be, replied Aryan, realizing he was already late. That's why I've called yorm that I'll be late today. I just awoke had a big party last night. Plus, it's raining too hed I don't think I'll be able to reach the academy before eleven.

Hmm, said Kaka. In that case, shall I ask the students to take a day off today? Let them

s weather, he suggested.


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No, no! Be practical, snapped Aryan, getting frustrated. Just tell them to practice the sght them last week, and I'll try to make it as soon as possible. After all, I can't afford to skily fee of sixty-five students. Right?

You better not. Or else you will deduct that from my salary, Kaka laughed.

Bingo! So, just tell them to practice. I'll be there as soon as possible. Bye, replied Anging up the phone.

Throwing his mobile phone carelessly on the bed, Aryan rushed to take a quick showrdly fifteen minutes, he was ready and all set to hit the wet roads of London in his newly purcck Audi A4 convertible.

The sky was overcast, completely grey, and the rain was pouring down heavily, accompgusty winds.

Someone has truly said - London's weather and London's girls can never be relied uponurmured frustratingly, weaving his way through the drenched streets.

As expected, the traffic was very slow and there were long queues at the traffic lights.It's far better in India. At least we can jump these bloody traffic lights over there!

Aryan was getting really impatient and frustrated. He had to rush, and the traffic jams ly impeding his haste. What a bad start to this week! Got up late, now heavy rain and this ffic! I just hope I don't miss the batch today, he muttered, folding the sleeves of his red-strt.

He then switched on the music player and played his usual rock band. He never really like

ft romantic songs, because he always felt that love is actually a waste of time and effort. He wagmatist and a carefree man, used to living on his own terms. He was tall, young and handsomlate twenties, and like most men of his age, he was ambitious, wanted to have chains of Vrldwide.

As for love, well, he had never believed in that. He believed that love, if it exists, is onlse stupid people who waste their lives by making promises of living and dying together. Ildhood, he had seen his parents fight with each other. Then one day, when he was just sixteeher left his mother and married another woman, after leaving home. His mother went into a

pression, and eventually died, and that whole incident made him very negative about loveationships. But, he hardly knew that on the next green signal his destiny, his thoughts, his lifeout to change.

The signal turned green and Aryan took a right turn, which eventually became the nificant turn of his life. Out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly noticed a gorgeous wo

mewhere in her mid-twenties. Fairly tall, young and vibrant! She was holding an umbrellhting with the rain and strong winds, which were pushing her umbrella in the opposite directio

She was asking for a lift.


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Aryan just could not take his eyes off her, and a single glance was enough to tell him thas someone special. Wow! What a beauty she is an Angel, he murmured, stopping his car tres away to have a better look at her. The wipers of his car moved over the wet windshield,

zed through it and noticed how she was trying to ask for a lift but no one was helping her out.

People are so selfish here, he smiled. If she had asked for a lift in India, people wouldught with each other to give her a lift.

Dressed in red knee-length attire, she radiated a beauty that pushed Aryan's desires to the

r dark brown hair curled across her svelte shoulders, and her eyes were mesmerising. The teher fair skin was soft and flawless, and her half-drenched body was perfectly shaped. Foment, Aryan just forgot everything else in the world and kept gazing at her. A twinkling brace

r left wrist appeared like a shining star on a princess.

Aryan took a deep sigh of admiration, and then drove his car next to her. Stopping right inher, he rolled down the window, and shouted, May I help you?

She quickly rushed towards his car. My car broke down lift, London University, can

ase? she asked in broken English, looking at him expectantly.God! She is so beautiful, Aryan thought as he kept gawking at her. He did not respond t

d kept gazing into her beautiful, hazel eyes. He could see her soft, pink lips moving, and smething, but he could not hear the words. He was lost in his thoughts, lost in his dreamland. Ht know what kind of feeling that was, something he had never felt before.

She waved her hand in front of his eyes, and asked again, this time in a louder tone. Hellking to you! Lift, London University, PLEASE!

Oh yes, please come on in. Aryan quickly opened the door, realizing that it was all real,eet dream.

A cheerful smile spread over her beautiful face. Gracias, mi amigo, she said, foldinggy umbrella and sitting down next to him, placing her umbrella neatly on the foot-well. Sheoke a few more words in a language unknown to Aryan while rubbing her wet arms. Sheenched, and feeling cold.

Sorry. You said something? asked Aryan, switching on the heater of the car.

Sorry... Giving you trouble. My car broke down. I want to go to London University,lied, wiping rainwater from her forehead and then rubbing her hands together.

No problem. I'll drop you off at the University, Aryan smiled. Why wouldn't I?He thothe smile grew bigger on his face.

Gracias, she replied sweetly, and smiled.

Gracias?! What's that? asked Aryan, glancing at her. He seemed confused at the languags using.

'Thank you.' It's Spanish, she answered, maintaining the beautiful smile.


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Okay. Gracias means 'thank you' in Spanish? Aryan asked to confirm.

She nodded, and smiled again.

Great! I'm learning Spanish, Aryan happily said, and continued to drive on the traffic-ads. However, neither the traffic nor the rainy weather was bothering him anymore. He lowereud rock music playing in the car to hear her pleasing voice clearly. He then offered her some sues so that she could wipe off the rainwater.

Gracias, she said again in her honey-dipped voice, taking some tissues out of the box.Aryan smiled, and then returned his gaze towards the road ahead. Lucky you, Arya

ught, wondering how on earth, he had been lucky enough to find her. Though he was drivins not missing any opportunity to glance at her. He just wanted to see her again, and again, an

d not know, why? If he had not been driving, he would have just looked at her for hours. It wat he had not seen beautiful women anywhere before, but he could not tell what extra chargnetism she had, which was attracting him towards her. Her innocently beautiful face, charisile, enticing eyes, soft tempting, pink lips, and shiny dark brown hair cascading ove

oulders everything about her was taking his heart away.A gorgeous girl is sitting next to you, half-drenched, and you are simply driving your

r. Talk to her, you dumb-head!Aryan scolded himself in his thoughts, as a few moments passthout any conversation.

You study there? Aryan asked her, initiating some conversation.

S, she replied with a nod, to mean 'yes'. Sorry, gave you trouble. My car

Trust me. It's not a problem, Aryan interrupted, and smiled.

Gracias, she smiled again.

Aryan was falling in love with her smile, a smile so pure that he marveled if anything buld ever exist. He glanced at her as she adjusted the dipping neckline of her soaked dress. Qviously, he was not able to concentrate on his driving.

You you not from England? he tried to get his concentration back.

England?! No, I'm from Spain, she responded, pointing outside as if Spain was visible

re.Spain! Wow, beautiful country! cried Aryan, excitedly.Ah, what a stupid question! I s

ve guessed that, he then thought, slightly shaking his head.

Yeah, Spain is indeed very beautiful, she agreed. And you? she asked, looking at himking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

I'm from India, answered Aryan.

India?! Land of Gods?! she exclaimed, excitedly.


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Bingo! Land of three-thirty million gods, he agreed. But now I'm settled in London fost four years.

I just love India - Indian culture, the Taj Mahal, Bollywood movies! I want to visit Indish there was a direct road connecting Spain and India, she expressed joyfully.

Aryan glanced at her, and smiled. I don't know about the road connecting Spain and It I guess, there is definitely a direct road connecting your heart and mine, he thought, the gered on his face.

What? You said something? she quizzed, as if she heard his thoughts.

Aryan shook his head, smiled again, and then returned his gaze towards the road ahead.

May I change songs, if you don't mind? she asked very politely, after a few momentsnd unconsciously moved towards the music player, stopping in mid-air as she asked permissio

Of course you can. What kind of songs do you like? Aryan keenly asked.

I love romantic songs, she smiled. Today's weather is also so good, so romntico.

Romntico? Spanish? quizzed Aryan.

She nodded and smiled again, and then stretched her back against the seat to relax herself.

I too love romantic songs, said Aryan, hesitantly, while changing the songs. Do Iestioned himself in his thoughts. Cut the crap, these songs are not as bad as I always though

Aryan felt a nice little change within himself, all of a sudden. The weather he was cursinew moments earlier suddenly became beautiful to him. He was also not thinking about gettin

his academy. It was the beginning of a story for Aryan. Romantic weather, romantic songs, anst beautiful girl seated next to him. What more could he ask for?

Meanwhile, their conversation continued.

What do you do? she asked him, running a hand through her hair, trying to untangle thands.

Me? Well, I've my own dance academy, Vivaz, answered Aryan.

Dance academy?! Wow! she cried, excitedly.

Aryan smiled. You should visit my academy.

I would love to, one day, she replied, curling a strand of her hair around her fingers, andiveled her gaze outside the window, at the rain. Me encanta la lluvia, she sighed.

What? Sorry... Said something to me? asked Aryan, wondering about the Spanish words

Lluvia, she repeated, looking at Aryan. What do you call it? she asked, pointing outsidndow.

Aryan glanced outside. Rain?


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Cmo? she asked again, unable to understand the word.

Rain! Aryan repeated the word, loudly and clearly.

Rain, ok. I said, I like rain lluvia, she smiled. Have you ever danced in the rain?ked at him, and he could see an excitement twinkling in her eyes.

No, never tried that, replied Aryan.

You must do that, she suggested, an eager smile on her face.

The two were talking as if they had known each other for a long time. Maybe there was emistry building between them. They talked endlessly, as the time flew by and all too soonre at the gates of the London University.

Here we are, said Aryan, curiously upset about reaching it. He felt a strange uneasineeasiness caused by a feeling that he might not see her again, might not able to talk to her again.

Gracias. Hasta luego, mi amigo, she smiled. She meant, Thank you. See you, my friend

Aryan faked a smile. He did not want her to go.It was still raining heavily. She took off her pencil-heel sandals, got out of the car and the

wards the main gate of the University, grabbing her umbrella. Aryan kept looking at her, willinturn his way.

As she was about to enter the University building, she turned around and looked at Aryaniled beautifully, and then waved goodbye to him.

A huge grin instantly lit up Aryan's face, and a lightning of happiness coursed through his

happily waved at her, and kept looking at her until she disappeared. Suddenly he realisedid all the conversation he had forgotten to ask her name!

Oh gosh... What a big idiot I am! he cried, furiously disappointed. I should have askeme at least. Oh, Aryan, how can you be so?

Aryan was livid with himself. He banged his hand on the steering wheel in extreme frustrthen turned his car around and drove back towards his academy. On his way back, he just

nking of her. Her excruciatingly beautiful face remained in front of his eyes. He finally reacheademy three hours later than the usual time. He sat on the chair outside his practice hall, lompletely lost.

Kaka saw him sitting all alone, and immediately sensed something was wrong. He walkhim, and asked, Are you ok?

Aryan did not reply.

Kaka rested his hand on Aryan's shoulder, and asked the question again.

I'm fine, Kaka, sighed Aryan, running his hands through his hair. Just ask the studen

actice. No new steps for today.


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Now Kaka knew something was seriously wrong with Aryan.

Aryan arose, and went to the washroom. He stood in front of the mirror, and then started tahis reflection, his inner self.

Aryan: What has happened to me? What is this feeling? I've never felt like this before.

Inner Voice: It is the attraction you have for her.

Aryan: Attraction?! Be practical! If it is just a mere attraction, then why I'm so upset

ght not be able to see her again? Why I'm not thinking about myself, my academy, my life? Whly thinking about those beautiful eyes? Why did I suddenly start to love this weather, and all pid songs I hated the most?

Inner Voice: If all this is true, then you are falling in love, Aryan.

Aryan got the hint, an answer, from himself. He was definitely falling in love. It was inve at first sight for him. That Spanish young woman was all over his mind and heart. He qunt up to Kaka, and excitedly said, Kaka, I won't be taking my batch tomorrow. Please infor

students.But why?! Are you not feeling well? Kaka asked, amazed and concerned.

Aryan smiled. I'm good. In fact I'm very well, he answered, as Kaka listened to him. ow, Kaka, I always ran away from love, always considered it as one of the most sationships, but today I met someone who has changed my thinking forever. I don't know who son't know what her name is. I don't even know if she is married or engaged. All I know is ths the most beautiful eyes I've ever seen, and I I want to see her again meet her again.

The excitement and eagerness was visible on Aryan's face, and Kaka noticed that.Great news, Aryan. I'm so happy for you, replied Kaka, thrilled. So, what are your plan

morrow then? Shall we postpone tomorrow's class to some other day, so we do not lose our fe

Aryan smiled again. She studies in London University, so I'll locate her. And don't wout the fees; let the students enjoy a day off and I'm not going to deduct it from your sher.

Kaka's eyes grew larger in a surprise. He could see a sudden, drastic change in Aryan.

anges everyone for good, he thought, as he kept looking at Aryan who was blushing.***

Aryan was definitely a changed man after meeting the Spanish young woman. In the evenins driving back home and listening to romantic songs, when, suddenly, his gaze fell over a ce of metal, just under the passenger seat. What's that? He stretched his arm and picked uce of metal.

It was a white-gold, diamond-embedded bracelet, with the letter 'I' engraved on it.

It's hers, he grinned excitedly, recalling that it belonged to the Spanish young woman. H


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en it on her wrist when she was with him. Wow this is unreal! Looks like God also want met her again.

He kissed the bracelet and kept looking at it, thinking of possible names that started witter 'I'. Reaching home, he parked his car and went straight to his bedroom. He placed the brathe bedside table, and then opened the drawers in search of his personal diary.

Aryan always loved to record the important incidents of his life in his diary, and he definted to record his first meeting with the Spanish young woman.

Where have I kept my diary? he murmured a few minutes later, as he stood, hands os, after an unsuccessful search. He then opened his closet and hurriedly searched it, finally fidiary buried deep under the pile of clothes. After grabbing his pen and diary, he sat down o

d and recalled the entire day. His black eyes glistened, as he refreshed the moments spent wist love.

He decided to try out a poem, and started with a title 'After We Met the First Time.'

After finishing the poem, he snuggled in his bed, holding the bracelet in his hand. I'll definand meet her tomorrow, he smiled. Her divinely gorgeous face, lovely smile, hazel eyes ands kept replaying a million times in his thoughts.

But all of a sudden, a question flashed in his mind - What if she is married or engagmeone?

He became tense. Extremely tense!

Let me leave everything to God. He is the one who made me meet her, and he is the one

ll decide my fate, he thought, as he tried to sleep. However, the uneasiness within him did nm sleep. Therefore, he decided to talk to his best friend, Vivek, who lived in Toronto, Canada.

Hey, Vivek. Good time to talk? spoke Aryan, over the phone.

Hello, brother. Of course, yes. How are you? asked Vivek.

I'm fine, bro, replied Aryan. Need to share something very important with you.

Sure, Aryan. Tell me. What's the matter? asked Vivek.

I'm in love, Vivek... with a girl whom I don't know, replied Aryan. I neither know her nr whether she is single or engaged. All I know is she studies in London University. But my ys... she is the one for me.

Well, Well, Well, finally my friend is in love, cried Vivek, excitedly. See, if your feetrue then go get her. Meet her, and all your questions will be answered.

Are you sure? I mean asked Aryan, dubious.

Aryan in your own words - 'Trust me.' GO GET HER, replied Vivek.

Thanks, bro. You're the best. I'll definitely do anything it takes to find her, replied A


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ling confident.

Anything for you, brother, said Vivek, and, congratulations for the new life, aginning.

They both ended the call and Aryan again lay down in his bed. He was relaxed after talkivek. He placed the bracelet back on the bedside table, switched off the lights and tried to wever, the thoughts of the Spanish woman engulfed his mind. He was happy. He was relaxes falling in love rather quickly. The rain had stopped, but the strong wind was still blowi

ough the partially opened window of his apartment. The cool breeze made the pages of his tter. One of the most beautiful days of Aryan's life was over, as he slept, probably with the drhis newly found love.

The page Aryan wrote that day:

Today, I met the girl of my dreams. The moments spent with her are so special. I w

uld forever tell her how beautiful she is! And I hope one day, I'll be able to tell her tha

ling in love... with her. My first ever poem... for her:

After We Met the First Time

e first meeting between you and me,

s kindled a sweet sensation deep within

y life has changed in one single moment

m no more the guy I used to be...

u are the one, whom I always longed for,

aited for you, never met a girl like you before

w I've found you, my love, my destiny

und the happiness, which was missing in me

er since I've met you, my mind is not in my control

an't stop myself either; my heart is on a roll

elings deep within, emotions, testing times

of them say, Sweetheart, I want to make you mine

ense, this feeling is love, this feeling is new


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u have made me fall in love; this is all because of you

fe is suddenly so beautiful, love keeps me surround

ee you everywhere, I see you all around

e first meeting between you and me,

s aroused never felt emotions deep withiny destiny has changed in one single moment

m no more the guy I used to be.

For my Seorita

With Love: Aryan

2. A Long Wait... to See Her Again

The next morning, Aryan woke up early, long before the scheduled alarm. His eagerneet the Spanish young woman, turned into a sleepless night. What a beautiful morning it is

urmured, lying in bed and stretching his arms.

The weather was indeed very good, which often is, just after the rain. Some dark cvered the early morning sky, and a calm yet cool breeze was flowing through the London styan looked at the bracelet, carefully draped over the bedside table. A smile touched his lip

etched himself to pick it up, and studied it, tenderly savouring its delicacy in his hand. Whaur name is, I'll definitely meet you today, he smiled.

He then arose, made a cup of coffee, and stood by the window of his apartment ourteenth floor. He could see the entire London skyline: the giant London Eye, the beautiful Tidge, and the serene river Thames.

The bracelet was in his hand and love was twinkling in his eyes. Quickly finishing his cotook a shower and within minutes, he was ready to hit the road. He knew his destination ndon University. He switched on the music player in his car. His favourite band Metallica

ying.

Let's hear some romantic songs, he murmured. He could feel a blush immediately spreer his face, as he changed the songs. His search stopped at a poignant song 'Right here waitinu by Richard Max.'

Beautiful song, he murmured, as the song played. I was so stupid that I never listense songs, he scolded himself, while driving past the streets. Anyway, even if I had heard thuldn't have recognised the beauty of these words, earlier.

Soon, he was outside the London University. Where's the parking, mate? he aske


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eman at the university gate.

Go straight from here, sir, and take a left. You will see the signs, the gateman repowing Aryan the directions.

Gracias, Aryan smiled. Woohoooooo! I'm speaking Spanish! he screamed exciving his car further towards the parking.

Parking his car, he quickly walked the short distance to the reception area. An elderly B

man was seated there.Hello, ma'am. I'm in search of a young woman, from Spain, who studies here, Aryan b

litely.

The receptionist looked at Aryan, and smiled. I'm afraid, there are many Spanish women y friend, she replied. I'm sorry, but you'll have to at least tell me the name of the person yo

king for.

I'm sorry, I don't know her name, replied Aryan disappointingly, cursing himself deep w

t what time does this University close? I mean, the time when all the students leave for home?Quarter past four, my friend.

Aryan immediately glanced at his watch. It was only nine-thirty in the morning. Gosh! Tmost seven hours from now, he sighed. Anyway, thanks a lot for the information.

You're welcome.

Aryan slowly returned to the parking area and sat in his car. An uncertainty of what to dogued in his mind. However, he was sure of one thing; he had to meet the Spanish woman.

There is no point in returning home and coming here again in the evening. Theressibility that she might come out of the University any time before four-fifteen, he mumbled pped out of the car, locked it and walked tentatively towards the main gate.

He exchanged smiles with the gateman, and then looked around, to find a place to siticed a wooden bench, a few metres away from the gate. Sauntering to it, he sat down, hisgerly studying the people, coming and going out of the main gate.

The overcast sky completely hid the sun, and it was slowly getting cold.

This is unreal. Impractical! What has happened to me? he questioned himself, rubbinnds together to warm himself in the chilling air. I'm here going to wait for seven hours, jue her once again. This is incredible... Amazing... Idiotic too! He smiled, yet shook his hebelief, wondering what he was doing.

I guess this is what people call love, he thought, while concentrating on the people movd out of the main gate of the university. This is such a good feeling. I don't know who she is, e will ever love me or not. But, I'm falling for her, in just one meeting. Is love at first sigh

al? No, no, this is so unreal. Will she love me? Maybe love is unconditional. God I'm cra


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m in love.

All these thoughts swirled in his mind as the minutes began to drag by. Every time he glancwristwatch, he felt it was ticking slower and slower, with each passing second. Initiall

ssed those first few hours listening to songs and playing games on his mobile phone, until its bn out. Then he passed the next few hours, daydreaming about his future life with her. A brief casionally flitted across his face as he imagined himself marrying her, and marveled how gorge would look as an Indian bride. He could just see himself alone with her, enjoying

neymoon at the mesmerising Lanikai Beach in Hawaii, walking barefoot, hand in hand, gging and cuddling playfully. He dreamt of them kissing passionately, intensely, yet lovingly.

Imagining the feel of her soft lips kissing him in his dreams rippled an excitement throughblushed, and fervently prayed that his dream would turn into a beautiful reality, someday

eman often looked at Aryan and wondered why he was blushing and smiling all alone! He essed that Aryan was imagining his perfect life along with the woman he now loved.

Thus the hours ticked by, while Aryan waited for her, not daring to budge, even an inch,gate. His body began to tire and hunger pangs assaulted him. But who cares when you are in

nally, it was 4 p.m., and Aryan saw students starting to come out in groups. He immediately d went closer to the gate, to spot her face easily. He focused on each girl, every woman. He crdly wait to see the Spanish maiden he was looking for.

Suddenly, Aryan felt his heart stop! There she is! he exclaimed, as he saw her coming omain gate. His eyes lit up. Holy God She is breathtaking!

Nervous butterflies began to flutter in his stomach, as he raised his arm to catch her attentrked! She immediately recognised him. A bright smile spread on her beautiful face, as she le

oup of friends and approached him. Aryan's heart pumped with joy and excitement. Sudderything around him ceased to exist. Time slowed down. People around her seemed to freezuld only see her, walking towards him. She was wearing a lovely black dress. Her hair sely, in the breeze. She looked stunning.

Hola, mi amigo! Cmo est usted? she greeted Aryan. She looked happy, yet surpriseing him.

What? asked Aryan, and smiled to show that he did not understand what she just said.

Soy estupida! she smiled, slapping her forehead, realizing that she had just spoken in Sphim. How are you, my 'car friend'?

I'm good, very good, replied Aryan. How are you?

Soy bueno. I'm good, too, she replied, maintaining her smile. What brings you here?

Ma'am, this sir has been waiting here since morning, the gateman interrupted, informing

WHAT?! She instantly looked at Aryan, agape.

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me...

Isabella, she said. Mi nombre. My my name, she added, struggling momentarimember the correct English words

Isabella Beautiful name, complimented Aryan. I'm Aryan Sehgal, he said, extendinnd for a handshake.

Gracias, Isabella smiled. Pleased to meet you, Aryan, she expressed, shaking hands

m.Holding her soft hand in his sent a shiver through Aryan. He did not want to leave her han

d to, reluctantly. Now I know why 'I' is engraved on your bracelet, he said, taking the bracelhis pocket and giving it to her.

Aww... Muchas gracias, mi amigo. This bracelet is so important to me, Isabella expregerly taking the bracelet. I was so upset when I didn't find it yesterday.

You're welcome, Isabella, replied Aryan. I guess someone special gave it you? he a

ping she would reveal, if her heart was committed elsewhere.Isabella nodded, and smiled. S, my daddy gave this to me. I love him a lot!

As they spoke, Aryan focused on her ring finger, to see if there was any ring. To his relief,s none. Thank God! There is no ring a possibility that she is not engaged to anyone, he th

aving an inward sigh of relief.

Gracias, Aryan. You are a nice man. This is such a costly thing, and you have returned. I'm really grateful to you, said Isabella, wearing her bracelet.

The way Isabella looked at him and smiled, he immediately felt some connection building

Well, in India, we accept or say 'thank you' over a cup of coffee. Aryan smiled, hisning confidence. Though that is not a strict gesture in India, Aryan slyly hoped that mayb

ying this he would get another chance to meet her.

Isabella smiled. Sure, but not today. I've to attend a birthday party of one of my friends,plied, in a mildly disappointed tone.

Aryan eagerly noted the slight disappointment on Isabella's face. Maybe she too wanted th him, or, maybe it was just a wrong judgement on his part. No problem. We can meet wheu're free, he replied, glad that his attempt to meet her again, hit the bull's eye.

Isabella nodded in acceptance, that beautiful smile still gracing her gorgeous face. Arpful nature, his honesty and sincerity, was attracting her towards him. She too wanted to mee

ain, know him better, and befriend him.

How will I contact you? I mean, can I've your contact number, or an email id, anything w.. if you don't mind? asked Aryan, hesitatingly.

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many hours for a cup of coffee, she giggled sweetly, which left Aryan numb. He could stand ever gazing at her smile.

My phone is not working, and I'll be taking a new number, Isabella said, tearing a pager notebook and writing her email address on it. You give me yours. I'll contact you.

Everything was going perfectly right for Aryan. He immediately blurted out his mobile num

Wait, wait, wait... Not like this! Isabella hastily interrupted him. Write it down fo

ase, she requested with a smile, giving him the notebook and the pen. It will be easier for member.

Aryan smiled, then wrote his phone number on Isabella's notebook, and took her email idr. Can I drop you off at your place? he eagerly asked, while returning the notebook.

Isabella smiled. Gracias, my 'car friend'. My car is fine today, but thank you.

No need to say thanks, Isabella. You are always welcome, replied Aryan, and smiled.

Isabella smiled again, and then glanced at her friends. I'm sorry, but I've to leave now,d, looking at Aryan, apologetically. My friends are waiting. Her face looked as if she dint to leave.

No problem. You please carry on, and enjoy the evening, replied Aryan, though he hinted to spend more time with her. I'll wait for your call to plan our 'thank you' coffee, he aphasizing the word 'thank you'.

Isabella giggled. You are cute. I'll definitely call you. You too have a good evening, shed then slowly walked towards her friends.

Yep take care, Aryan called, as he stood there watching her leave.

I will. You too, replied Isabella, waving her hand, bidding him goodbye.

Bidding her goodbye too, Aryan watched as she and her friends reached the parking, tad laughing, and finally getting in their respective cars. He strained to see Isabella in her car, aund her way through the parking and finally drove past him, waving a cheerful goodbye toyan, still waiting at the main gate, where she had left him, smiled and again waved at her.

Isabella, he murmured, taking a relaxed breath, your name is as beautiful as you are.

He then walked towards his car, crazily doing the ballroom dance steps, all alone. Hetatic. He was in love. His seven-hour long wait had paid off. He sat in his car and connectebile phone to the charger. He then immediately logged on to the internet through his phone, andemail to Isabella. He could not even wait to drive back home.

Hi Isabella,

This is your car friend - Aryan. Thought to share my email id with you... Enjoy your fri

thday party, and I'll wait for my 'Thank You' coffee.


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Aryan

A smile touched his lips as he pressed the 'send' button on his phone. This is unbelievsterday I met her, and today I feel that she is the one for me, he smiled. How could I be so d, why the hell I'm blushing?!

Aryan drove back to his apartment, still thinking about the beautiful young woman whoocked at his heart. He threw the car keys on the bed, walked to the window and pulled the curde. The evening was slowly welcoming the arrival of the night, and a few stars managed to tw

id the grey clouds. He glanced at his phone to check if there was any email or call, but therene.

I just hope she gives me a call, he murmured, when his eyes travelled to the blank nvas in his room.

Apart from dancing and writing, Aryan also loved sketching. Walking over to the canvak it closer to his apartment's window. A cool breeze was flowing in, making the curtains g

e and fall. He started sharpening the pencils. The smile was not leaving his face, while though

bella engulfed his heart and mind. He stood for a few seconds in front of the blank canvasagined the moment when he first saw Isabella drenched in rain, wet hair, and scintillating es. Her image played in front of his eyes, as he started putting it on the canvas.

Within a few hours of continuous effort, a lively sketch of Isabella's beautiful face was rea

Aryan smiled, gazing at the sketch he had just made. Now you're always in front of my d I'll never let you go, he said, adoringly looking at it.

He placed the canvas stand right in front of his bed, so that he could see her sketch b

eping, and the first thing in the morning, when he awakens. He then again checked his phone icipation of a message or a call from any new number.

Yet there was none. He smiled, and kept thinking about Isabella.

I'm in love, he said.

3. When She Called

Two days passed by, and those two days seemed like two years for Aryan. In those long fht hours, he did not miss a single phone call in eager anticipation. He constantly kept checkinails as well, hoping for a reply from Isabella. However, until then, there was none.

It was Thursday afternoon. Kaka was managing accounts, while Aryan was teaching a hipnce step called 'Windmill,' to his students, famously known as Vivazians.

Sit down, and stretch your left leg in front and right leg angling behind, he instructedents. He then lifted his legs high in the air and twisted them in a windmill pattern, while his

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As soon as he completed the step, his phone rang. He had already changed the ringtonechael Jackson's 'I'm Bad!'to Bryan Adam's 'I'll be there for you', without realizing the signile alterations love was making in his life, already. Hurriedly, he jumped up and snatched his p

hich was flashing an incoming call from an unknown number.

Hello, he said, anticipating Isabella's call.

Hola, mi amigo Aryan, this is me Isabella, a sweet, familiar voice said.

It was Isabella's call, and Aryan's long and desperate wait was finally over. Hiiiiiiiiiiiied elatedly, stretching the 'Hi' to infinity. A huge smile of relief spread over his face.

Hi, Aryan, Isabella smiled. How are you, my 'car friend'?

I'm good, very good! Aryan wanted to say more but refrained, allowing Isabella to speak

I'm so sorry, Aryan. I took so long to call you, Isabella sweetly apologized.

No problem, Isabella. It's absolutely ok, Aryan calmly replied, though he wanted to tew desperately he had waited to hear her sweet voice. He excitedly fist-punched the air, intendy, Yes, she called. Yippee!, but he remained calm and composed over the phone.

Did you wait for my call? asked Isabella, expectantly. She, selfishly, wanted to hear am him.

Aryan nodded and smiled, but tried not to be explicit with his words. Yep, I mean, I droemail, and I knew you would call, one day or the other, he replied casually. He then took ah, and finally admitted, Well yeah, I was waiting for your call.

Aww I'm so sorry, Aryan. I kept you waiting. Isabella asked for forgiveness, but Ars' delighted her.

It's absolutely ok, Isabella. Trust me, replied Aryan. He glanced at his watch. The tim0 p.m. How's your class going? Is it a break or something? he asked, wondering how shnaged to call in between her classes.

S, we have a break, and I thought to call you and fix our 'Thank you' coffee, replied Isa

Aryan's heart began thumping blissfully. He was talking to someone who was gradcoming the one for him. Her sweet voice and polite words were drawing him towards her rickly! The dance music was disturbing him. Therefore, he walked out of his dance class and garden, so that he could talk to her peacefully.

Sorry, what did you just say? he asked. I was moving out of the practice hall.

'THANK YOU' COFFEE! Isabella giggled. You forgot, amigo?

Oh yeah, the 'Thank you' Coffee... You owe me that, Aryan smiled. How can I forget thought, and his smile grew bigger. When are you free?

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u.

Bingo! Saturday is perfect, Aryan replied, excitedly. He would have agreed to any dame, anyway. What time and place? he asked as he leaped up off the chair with joy while

ked on in amazement.

Time and place of your choice, responded Isabella.

Cool. We can meet at Starbucks at 11 a.m., near my academy, suggested Aryan. He wan

k her if he could pick her up from her house so that they could go together, but he contrmself, thinking he should not sound too eager.

Oh, I don't know where it is. I'm new to London. Isabella's voice dropped an octave.

No problem, Aryan said, confidently. May I pick you from somewhere?

Muy dulce de ti, Isabella replied.

Isabella's reply in Spanish made Aryan nervous. I didn't understand what you just said, le weak in Spanish, he replied, thinking that she might have said a 'no' to him.

Isabella giggled. I said, it's so sweet of you, to ask to pick me up, she replied. How abo to the University... Would it be too far for you to come there?

Oh, okay. The pleasure is completely mine, Seorita, Aryan happily replied. I'll reaciversity before eleven.

Aryan was thrilled. He was wondering how perfectly his love story was heading in theection.

Seorita I loved it, replied Isabella, gladly accepting her new name given by heend' Aryan. Gracias, mi amigo.

You're most welcome, Seorita, replied Aryan. The only word I knew in Spanishorita'. Now I know 'Gracias' too, he replied, and they shared a moment of friendly laughter.

Let me teach you one more word 'Amigo', said Isabella. 'Amigo' means Friend end, she explained.

And, female friend? asked Aryan, instantly.

Isabella giggled. You're more interested in knowing the female version, aren't you?

Of course!

Okay, female friend is 'Amiga'.

Amiga - female friend, Amigo - male friend, Aryan murmured, memorizing the Sprds. You are my Amiga, and I'm your 'Car Amigo'. Correct? he then asked, checking wheth

d understood the new words correctly or not.

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ew.

Okiedokie, it's time for my class now. See you on Saturday, Isabella said.

Hey, wait, Isabella, called Aryan, stopping her from disconnecting the call. Saturdam., I'll pick you up from the University, right? he confirmed.

Bingo! Isabella giggled.

Aryan simply smiled. 'Bingo' was the word he often used. His colour of love was spre

to Isabella. Bye, my amiga, he said.

You are learning fast, responded Isabella. I'll wait for Saturday, bye, she added swd ended the call.

I'll definitely wait for Saturday too, my love, Aryan murmured, walking back towardss.

What's the matter, Son? You look so happy, asked Kaka, as Aryan crossed him.

Aryan stopped and turned to face Kaka, the smile still lingering on his face. Yep, I tolout that girl, right? he asked.

Kaka nodded, listening to him.

Her name is Isabella. And I guess, I'm in love with her, Aryan expressed, with a bhich he tried to hide, but could not.

Kaka smiled, noticing Aryan's blushes. This doesn't seem like a guess. Seems you are love, Son, he said, lovingly tapping Aryan's cheek.

I'm in love, Kaka, admitted Aryan. Since the day I met her, I'm a changed man, a betterSaturday, we are meeting over a cup of coffee, he added, excitedly.

That's great, Aryan. Does she also love you? asked Kaka.

I'm not sure, Kaka, shrugged Aryan. There is something in her eyes that makes me feee is the one. But right now, I'm her friend... 'car friend' she calls me, he smiled again.

Friendship is the first step towards love, Aryan. But don't push things. Go with the flowu will find your destiny, Kaka advised, resting his assuring hand over Aryan's shoulder.

Sure, Kaka, and thanks for always being there, said Aryan, hugging his father figure.

Now go, and continue with your lessons. Your students are waiting for you, replied Kiling and pointing towards the dance class.

4. Thank You Coffee

It was 7 a.m. that Saturday morning when the alarm clock rang. Aryan woke up instantlyecked the time. He knew it was an important day, and he did not want to be late.


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Finally the day has arrived, and what a lovely day it is, he murmured, stretching his hile standing beside the window of his apartment, and allowing the gentle breeze to bathe him shness.

The sky was clear blue, without any dark clouds. The breeze was comfortably cool, anittering of the morning birds was easily audible. Aryan turned around and his gaze fell bella's sketch. A smile touched his lips. He sauntered towards the sketch, and kept gazingne day you will be standing right here, in front of me, near me, with me, and I'll tell you wha

an to my life. In fact, you have become my life, he said, running his fingertips over the sketchHe then opened the drawer and took out a book, titled 'Learning Spanish', which h

rchased the previous day.

Bonito Sonrisa Beautiful Smile, he murmured, memorizing the Spanish words.

Putting it back again, he quickly took a shower, and then checked his wardrobe to decidhat to wear for the big occasion. It took him nearly two hours to finalize what to wear. He ery combination to find that perfect look. But every time he checked out himself in the mirro

t dissatisfied. He wondered how many times in the past had he really cared about his lwever, it was a special day. He was going to spend time with the love of his life. Finallcided that nothing would look better than a simple white t-shirt, with a pair of jeans. To add toalso wore his brownish-black blazer that gave him a gentleman's look. When he finally che

mself in the mirror, he could not help admiring himself. He was looking handsome.

It's nine fifty-five. I think, I should call her before leaving, he murmured, while scrough the contacts in his phone. He could not wait more to hear Isabella's sweet voice. He tep breath, and dialled Isabella's mobile number. Butterflies were fluttering in his stomach. H

cited, yet nervous too.An effervescent smile spread over Isabella's face on seeing her phone flashing an inco

l from Aryan. Hola, mi amigo, Aryan, she swiftly answered his call. How are you?

I'm fine, Seorita. What about you? asked Aryan.

Soy bueno I'm good, gracias, Isabella replied, clutching her phone in-between her eaoulder, and applying red nail-polish on her toenails.

I hope you still remember me, and our 'Thank you' coffee, said Aryan, looking at Isabetch.

Come on! How can I forget you, my 'car amigo'? Isabella giggled. Good you called. Ithe university by eleven. She herself was eager to meet him.

Great! See you there then, replied Aryan, excitedly.

Sure, hasta pronto. Oh, I mean see you soon, said Isabella sweetly, and both endel.

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urmured, grabbing the car keys. He checked himself in the mirror, one last time, and then hewards the parking area of his apartment.

Aryan reached the university at ten-forty, and parked his car near the entrance gate. Heked in his rear-view mirror to check his hair. He had never been so nervy about his looksson was obvious. Soon, he was going to be with the most important person of his life. The

w minutes seemed like hours for him. He constantly kept checking his wrist-watch, which seemticking very slowly. Suddenly he heard a tap on his door glass. Isabella was there ten m

fore the scheduled meeting time.Dressed in a gorgeous purple gown, with matching necklace, she looked a royal princess

ny dark-brown hair, curling over her pink cheeks, seemed to be kissing them. Her curvacelashes made her mesmerising hazel eyes look more stunning. The beautiful diamond bracelel there on her left wrist. She smelled sensuous.

It's 212 Sexy by Carolina Herrera, Aryan immediately knew the fragrance.

Hey Isabella. Aryan came out of his car, wearing a huge smile, and greeted he

ticed that she came in a taxi, instead by her own car. The smile grew bigger on his face,ught of dropping her off at her home, in the evening, ran through his mind.

Isabella came closer, and extended her hand for a handshake. Aryan shook hands with hed not try to pull his hand back. A sweet sensation rippled down his spine. Her hand was verye silk.

Please, said Aryan, opening the door of his car for her. The two were then off to Starbtheir 'Thank you' coffee date.

Say something you idiot!Aryan yelled at himself in his thoughts, wondering how to benversation, as he kept driving without saying a word.

You look Bonito, he said, after a moment, glancing at her.

Isabella looked at him, and gave a cheerful laugh. She loved that compliment loved eveit. Muchas gracias, she smiled. Are you learning Spanish?

Aryan nodded. Just a few words.

I'm impressed, she nudged his left hand with her right.

Aryan loved that touch. While driving, he did not miss even the slightest chance to gabella's beautiful face. Every time he looked at her tempting lips, he imagined how it would fs them. Each time he looked into her hazel eyes, he felt as if all the happiness of the wnverged in them. She is an angel. And, I'm the luckiest man on earth, he thought, and smiled.

You have an off today? asked Isabella, looking at him.

Aryan did not reply. He was lost in his dreamland.

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Yaa I was just... thinking Aryan faltered.I was thinking, how it would feel to hugmy arms, and kiss your soft lips, to tell you how much I love you, he murmured in his thoughtked at Isabella and smiled, without completing his reply.

Thinking what? asked Isabella.

Your perfume It's awesome, replied Aryan, diverting her mind the question. Is ixy?

Isabella laughed. You have smelt a lot of women, I think! And yes, this is indeed 212 sexAryan smiled, shaking his head. Please don't misunderstand me. I just love this fragran

men. It's quite he said, and nervously faltered again.

Quite? asked Isabella, trying to extract the exact word in Aryan's mind.

Quite Ummm Good, replied Aryan, after a pause, though he wished to say sensuoufelt provoked by the intoxicating fragrance.

Isabella smiled. Gracias, she said, still looking at him.

Aryan loved the way Isabella was looking at him. He could see himself in her enticing, es. The two were striking the perfect chord as they kept talking endlessly, and soon they weir destination the Starbucks. They sat at the table for two, and Isabella ordered two 'Ca

acchiato' coffee and chocolate cookies.

Tell me more about yourself? Isabella asked Aryan, while taking a few sips of coffee.

Well, I own a dance academy, began Aryan, putting extra sugar in his coffee and stirring

Vivaz Academy! Isabella interrupted.Perfect, replied Aryan, happy to know that she remembered the name. I teach dance

ing. I also do sketching, write little bits of poetry... and give lifts to beautiful girls. A mischieile flitted across face as he finished that sentence.

You are cute, Isabella giggled, nudging his hand again.

Aryan loved those small, physical contacts.

But seriously, you are talented. Dance, sketching, poetry, so many talents! she apprecprised yet happy.

Aryan smiled. Thanks. What about you? he keenly asked. What are your hobbies?

Isabella sipped the coffee, and took a cookie bite. I'm not an artist like you, but I lonce, sometimes I learnt a bit of Tango. But, I'm quite naive, she admitted.

Dance?! Wow! Aryan exclaimed excitedly, finding one thing in common between them.

Isabella sipped some more coffee, and then added, I'm here to complete my graduation

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Madre? Aryan cut in, failing to decipher the new Spanish word.

My mother

Mother, okay What does she do?

My mother manages our home, my father, and me.

That's the toughest job.

Indeed. And, I've a very close friend, Santina. She and I've been friends since school dd Isabella, smiling cheerfully.

Good, said Aryan, sipping his coffee, and thinking that the possibility of Isabella syone else was almost zero.

Tu? Isabella then asked.

Who? Me? Aryan seemed confused with her usage of Spanish words.

Yeah, leave my story. Who all are in your family? asked Isabella, looking keenly intershe pulled her chair towards him.

Aryan smiled, feeling the closeness, but then, his smile disappeared. I don't have a fabella, he answered, sadly. My parents

Isabella looked into his eyes. She saw pain.

My dad used to beat my mom for no reason. One day he left my mom and married anman, he said, in a low tone, and then moved to Australia.

My mom still loved him a lot. She went into a deep depression... and her coneriorated every day. I begged my father to come back... just once, for my mom... but he didns so killing to see her die each day, every moment... And one day, she left me... forever, and

uld do nothing to save her, he stammered, painfully.

Isabella's brows furrowed as his pain mirrored in her countenance as well.

When she died, no one was there only me, and I kept hugging her. I wished and prayd to send her back to me, but but he didn't. His throat felt strangulated and tears appeared

es. My mom... I loved her so much, and I still do.

Isabella sat very still, listening to him.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have told you all this, said Aryan, sniffing and wiping the tears fromes, trying to regain his composure.

It's okay. I'm glad you did, Isabella replied, resting her hand comfortingly over his.

The loving and caring words of Isabella took away all the pain clenched in Aryan's hearmly gripped her hand, and did not hesitate to hold it for a long moment. Isabella, too, like A

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You love to dance. Why don't you come and see my academy? asked Aryan.

Well Isabella hesitated, though her eyes spoke that she was eagerly interested.

I won't hear anything. You have to come with me, right after our coffee, insisted Aryan.

I would love to, but

Are you late for something?

No. Isabella shook her head. I just do not want to eat up too much of your time.Aryan smiled. Seorita don't worry about the time when you are with me.

Okiedokie, mi amigo, Isabella happily agreed.

See... I understood that. I'm learning Spanish, Aryan laughed. Now let's finish our cod head to Vivaz. I hope you will like it.

For sure, I'll love it, replied Isabella, eagerly.

They finished their coffee, and left for Vivaz Dance Academy.***

There it is. Aryan pointed towards a red coloured multi-storeyed building, mostly coth glass, with the huge Vivaz logo in shiny silver.

It's beautiful! Isabella cried excitedly, staring out of the car window.

Aryan parked his car, and both went inside the academy.

Wow! What a big hall it is! Isabella exclaimed, as she saw herself reflecting in the shrrors of the main practice hall. I can see myself everywhere, she cried happily, circling ections. She was extremely excited and delighted to be there.

Aryan looked at her, and smiled. I can see you everywhere, too, he said, realisingthful the words had become. Even when she was not around, he could still see her and feel her

While Isabella was still looking at herself in the mirrors, Aryan stepped closer and whispher ear, Can I've the pleasure of dancing with the gorgeous Seorita?

Isabella immediately looked at Aryan, and smiled. She nodded, and gracefully turned towm.

Here is a nice song for you, said Aryan, as he switched on the music player and playedio CD of romantic songs.

A romantic song 'I could fall in love with you by Selena'began to play.

I love this song, Isabella said, moving closer.

Me too, Aryan smiled. He placed his right arm around her slim waist, while his left ntly held her right hand, making a perfect ballroom dance posture. Holding her in his arms s


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gle of excitement coursing through his body.

The soulful song then began to fill the hall with an aura of romanticism.

'I could lose my heart tonight, if you don't turn and walk away

Because the way I feel I might, lose control and let you stay'

The song played, and they moved harmoniously with the music. Love was in the air. Lovethe music. Love was all around. Their feet moved in a perfect unison, as they danced, slo

autifully and gracefully, looking into each other's eyes.

You are bonito so very beautiful, Aryan lovingly whispered, while the song inckground played 'I could fall in love with you, baby'

Isabella smiled shyly, lowering her eyes. She loved the compliment. Gracias, she sing her eyes, meeting his. Are you seriously learning Spanish?

Aryan gave a confident nod. For you Trust me.

Isabella smiled again, and held his shoulder firmly. I do, she admitted, as the next ddenly by Soraya'began to play.

'A thousand eyes looking at me, but yours is the look that goes right through me A

nnot hide from your stare, Should I let you in do I dare'

As the song played, Isabella came closer, and her left hand slowly shifted from Aroulder to the back of his neck. She loved that song, that moment, and that closeness with Aryan

You dance pretty well, appreciated Aryan, and she smiled again.

Isabella loved the way Aryan was looking at her. She felt shy at times, but she loved ite could feel happiness within her heart, caused by Aryan's closeness. She was not sure whappening to her, and she did not care. She just wanted to enjoy the moment... and she was enjoy

Aryan, well, his eyes were not leaving Isabella's face. His heart was beating hardereaths were heavier. A contented smile smeared his face. Everything around him was just sesome. And the reason was obvious. The love of his life was in his arms.

I wish, I could feel the warmth of your soft lips, a thought rippled through Aryan's mind,

zed on her warm and kissable lips.You said something? asked Isabella, as if she had heard the thoughts of his mind.

Me? Aryan shrugged. No, no. I'm just dancing with the most beautiful lady I've ever sexpressed, wondering how she always managed to hear his unspoken words. Maybe we'remes, he thought, and smiled again.

Gracias. Isabella smiled demurely. She then wrapped her arms around his neckntinued dancing.

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d it aptly defined the state of Isabella's heart.

You dance very well. Maybe you should come here regularly, said Aryan, as he allbella to twirl around and then again brought her closer, and continued dancing. He definted to meet her again, and again, and again.

Gracias. I would love to, replied Isabella, and the music player began with the next verything I do, I do it for you by Bryan Adams'.

You have all my favourite songs, she said half-wonderingly, again wrapping her arms arneck while moving harmoniously on the music.

Aryan smiled. I'm glad, I have. He held her hands in his, and then turned her around to r face away from him. He then kept holding her hands, around her waist, as they kept dancing.

Isabella looked at the mirror in front, and loved the way Aryan was holding her in his yan, meanwhile, gazed at her beautiful and flawless neck, wanting to kiss her there.

How do you manage such a big academy? asked Isabella.

Well, I alone don't do it. This is all because of Kaka, replied Aryan.

Kaka?! asked Isabella, amazed. She again turned around, and they held each otherlroom dance pose, and continued dancing.

Yep... Kaka, replied Aryan. I came to England four years ago, with not much in my pot a dream in my eyes. Luckily, I found Kaka, who initially allowed me to stay in his house,nimum rent. As our bonding grew, he helped me to set up this academy. He is my guardian. and my friend, Vivek, are the only family I have.

Now you have me as well, Isabella lovingly replied. She stopped dancing, but did not ballroom dance pose, as the song 'The power of love by Celine Dion', reverberated throug

l.

'Coz I'm your lady, And you are my man Whenever you reach for me, I'll do all

n'

Isabella and Aryan kept looking at each other as the song played, and both wonderedthful the lyrics of the songs had become for both of them.

I think, we should leave now, Isabella said, after a moment, controlling the strong dilding up rapidly within her. She quickly released him from the ballroom dance positionked up her clutch-bag.

How fast time goes by, just in a blink of an eye, Aryan sighed, glumly.

Isabella smiled. Wow! So Mr. Sehgal does poetry as well.

Yep, sometimes I told you, replied Aryan.

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t surely.

It will be my pleasure, replied Aryan, as they walked out of Vivaz, and then drove babella's residence.

Take left from here, and that's my apartment... Plaza 21, apartment 19, said Isabella, shom the directions.

Wow!exclaimed Aryan, in his thoughts.Now I know her address too great going, Aryan

However, the thought of leaving her in the next few minutes was killing him. He was not hen they will meet again, and worst of all, whether they would ever meet again, at all! He p

car and looked at her. He wanted to say to her that he did not want to leave.

Why don't you come inside? We will have a cup of tea, Isabella asked, playing witartment's keys.

Thanks, Isabella. But maybe some other day, replied Aryan, though he would have lovy with her.

No, no, no... You have to come in, Isabella insisted, stepping out of the car.

Ok. How can I say no to you? replied Aryan, smiling mischievously.

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It's a big and a beautiful apartment, said Aryan, as he walked towards the windowlled the curtains aside, to see the view outside. Hey you can see the Thames from here. Iesome view! he cried excitedly, turning around and looking at Isabella.

Isabella smiled. Glad, you like it. You please feel at home, and let me bring you a cup of Isabella then went into the kitchen, and Aryan meanwhile, gazed all around the living room

ticed that her apartment was very tidy, unlike his own. The furniture was classy, and the flos well-carpeted, without even a single stain. The walls were decorated with the pictures o

mily, indicating her strong bonding with them.

Her father looks like a Hitler serious and tough, Aryan murmured, looking at the pged as 'My Daddy'. He then carefully looked at the other photographs, to figure out if there wa

her man in Isabella's life or not. He was still not fully sure if she was dating someone, or if shgaged.

Enjoy Spanish tea in London! exclaimed Isabella, as she walked in from the kitchenfered him the cup of tea.

Thanks, but you don't have to do this much for me, said Aryan, grabbing his cup of teabella.

Isabella looked at him, smiled, and then sipped tea. Did you see these photos? she acitedly. These are my parents - my daddy, my mommy, she said, pointing out both of them.


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Aryan looked at her father's picture, again. How a man, who looks so rude and toughoduce something as beautiful and sweet as Isabella, he wondered. He then picked up a me, tagged as 'My Mother'. Your mom is beautiful, he said, glancing at Isabella.

Isabella smiled. Yes, she is, she said, and then sat down on the sofa, cross-legged. Aryawn next to her.

Are you He tried to ask the question, but hesitated.

What? quizzed Isabella, sensing something was going in his mind.Nothing, leave it, said Aryan, and took a few sips of tea. You make tea very well.

No, tell me. What were you trying to ask me? Isabella insisted.

Okay, it's a bit personal. If you don't wish to answer, it's ok, Aryan said. He paused ond, and then hesitatingly asked, Do you love someone?

Oh, God... What the hell am I asking her on our very first unofficial date! He instantly scmself in his thoughts. Aryan, get ready to be thrown out of the house, right now!

Love? No, replied Isabella. But I would love to fall in love, one day, she added swee

Aryan saw her, as she looked directly into his eyes, with care, and possibly, love. Anll be lucky to have you in his life, Isabella, he said, and only he knew how much he wanted t lucky guy.

Isabella smiled. I know.

Why are girls so confident about themselves? This is a mystery, Aryan wondered i

ughts, a smile lingering on his face.As they talked, Aryan kept looking at her gorgeous face, thinking of different ways to kis

wanted to hug her in his arms, wanted to feel the fragrance of her warm breaths, and kiss herssy lips. He wanted to tell her, how much she meant to him, and how much he was in love wit

I think, I should leave now, he said and stood up hurriedly, controlling his feelings.

Why? What happened? Isabella asked, surprised at his sudden reaction.

Umm... Something occurred to me, Aryan replied, evasively. He placed his teacup ole and began to move towards the main door.

What? Isabella asked again, arising from the sofa and continuing to look at him.

I... I... I've to visit one of my friends, Aryan stammered, hiding his real feelings.

Oh Okiedokie, Isabella replied, sadly.I wish you could have stayed longer, she thoshe kept looking longingly at Aryan. She did not want him to leave so early. She then inched cd gave him a warm hug. Aryan, too, wrapped his arms around her, and they hugged for aoments. Aryan then saw her beautiful lips, wished to kiss them. Within seconds, her lips were oeek. Her lips were so warm, so soft, so loving.


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Thank you, for such a wonderful day, she said, looking into his eyes, and resting hend on his cheek.

A strong bolt of lightning instantly ran through Aryan's body, tingling down his spine. A huiss from the girl with whom he was madly in love! A smile lit up his face, and he kept looking

r eyes. Those eyes were asking him not to leave. He did not want to go, but he controllesires, and slowly moved out of her apartment. I'll call you, Isabella. See you, soon, he sae reluctantly waved goodbye to him.

See you, too, Aryan, she replied, and kept looking at him until he disappeared from her

Isabella was upset. Despite spending almost the whole day with Aryan, she still wantend more time with him. Unhappiness crossed her face as soon as he left, and she felt rstrated.

On his way back, Aryan, too, kept thinking about Isabella. The moments spent with hershing in front of his eyes. He could still feel the closeness of her hug, and the warmth of her ts. He could feel the love from both ends. His story had definitely begun. He reached home, an

wn on his bed, still thinking about Isabella. He had so much in his heart to tell her, to convey twanted to tell her that he loved her so much. He wanted to kiss her, to tell her how beautifus. He wanted to dance with her again, wanted to hug her again, wanted to express how specias to him. It was indeed the best day of his life.

5. Love Blossoms

The 'Thank You Coffee' date certainly ignited the desired spark between Isabella and A

t only it deepened Aryan's love for her, but it also drew Isabella's heart and mind all the clor 'car amigo'. A chain of phone calls, emails and text messages began between the two, on a sis. Both unconsciously started to share their respective day's experiences. Slowly but surelce-a-day calls became two calls per day, quickly multiplying with each passing day. They wk during the day, during the night, and every moment they could squeeze from their busy schedeir closeness was rapidly, yet delicately, increasing, and they both were becoming each oeds. Neither one had proposed yet, but their chemistry and their bonding did not require any fooposal. If either of them could not remain in touch for a few hours, they both felt restleseless. But officially, they were still 'Just Friends.'

Isabella, like Aryan, was getting attracted towards this magnet of love. She did not know s already in love with Aryan, but she could definitely feel a soft corner blossoming in her hea

m. For her, he was her 'car friend,' and then he became her 'good friend'. Gradually, she reat he was the man with whom she could share her heart and soul, the man who listened toderstood her fully, and would be there for her in good and bad times. Initially, she had intendego ahead with the relationship, which was still in a 'Just Friends' phase. But, who has control

ve? She was becoming so attached to Aryan. So, she decided to enjoy life as it came, and listr heart. However, one thing was certain; she now loved every moment of her life, and her lifcome much more beautiful, just because of Aryan's presence.


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It was Thursday evening, around five, and Aryan, as usual, was finishing teaching dance foy, at Vivaz, when he heard a sweet Hi.

He glanced over his shoulder, and saw Isabella standing there, smiling. He was stunnedppiness. This was the first time they were seeing each other since their 'Thank you' coffee datehad been almost two long weeks! Dressed in blue denim and a baby pink top, she looked simpautiful. She was wearing minimal make-up, and her hair was loosely tied in a cute pony tailee-length boots made a sweet toc-tok sound as she approached him.

Isabella! What a lovely surprise! Aryan exclaimed happily, still not believing if shelly there or was he day-dreaming again. He went closer, and held her in a warm hug. It's sosee you, he expressed, the smile still lingering on his face.

Isabella smiled, and hugged Aryan. Yo tambien Me too.

Aryan looked back at his students, and instructed, Practise these steps, and no new stepday. He then returned his gaze towards Isabella, and smiled. I'm delighted to see you here

pressed gleefully. It's been so many days since we last met.

Twelve days, Isabella replied, as they walked out of the practice hall.

But it feels like twelve months, Aryan sighed, stopping and looking at her. And, I'm sou came here. The huge grin spread over his face, clearly showed his extreme happiness.

I thought to give you a surprise, Isabella sweetly replied. She paused for a second, andked, Did you miss me?

Aryan smiled. Only he knew how much he missed her. Shall I tell the truth or a lie? he aeyes looking directly into hers. He knew what she wanted to hear.

A lie, Isabella blushed. She knew the answer, but she wanted to hear it from Aryan.

Okay. I didn't miss you at all, replied Aryan, mischievously.

Isabella blushed again, and her cheeks turned pink. Aryan noticed it, and felt like kissing th

I missed you, too, Aryan, expressed Isabella. That's why I've come here today, to see y

Aryan loved her reply, loved her presence, and he noticed an excitement in her eyes. Ive for me? Shall I propose to her, or shall I wait for her to say something?He questioned hihis thoughts, as they gazed into each other's eyes, for a long moment.

What would you like to have - tea, coffee? asked Aryan, leading and inviting her to jointhe couch, outside the practice hall.

I'll have a soft drink.

Aryan gestured to Kaka, and he quickly brought two cans of coke for them.

Will you teach me Tango? questioned Isabella, suddenly, while sipping her can of diet-c

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the smile grew even bigger on his face.

Gracias, Isabella said, happy to know that she could now meet him every day, witcuse of learning to dance. What time is comfortable for you?

Any time and any day you say, mi amiga. I'm always at your service, replied Aryan, wggestive smile.

Isabella laughed. By the time you teach me Tango, you will be an expert in Spanish.

That's a fair deal, isn't it? asked Aryan. I teach you dance, and you teach me Spanish.

S, Isabella agreed. I can come each day, after my classes. If it is ok for you, she asitantly.

No problem. My batch finishes at five-thirty. So, I can teach you after that, replied Ahall we start today? he eagerly asked.

Today?! asked Isabella, surprised. Though, she herself wanted to spend some time togd what better opportunity than dancing with him, right away.

Yep, Thursday is an auspicious day in India. So why don't we begin practicing today, coyan.Anyway, every day in some way or other is considered auspicious in India, who carecused himself in his thoughts.

Okiedokie, Isabella sweetly acquiesced. They both arose and returned into the main pral of Vivaz.

It was almost 5:30 p.m., and all the students had left. Aryan sensed it was the pportunity to relish some really nice moments with Isabella, maybe a moment to convey his feel

We will start with basic walking steps, said Aryan. He switched on his music playeryed 'El Tango de Roxanne', an instrumental song from the album 'Ballroom Emotions'.

The tango walk is different from the other dances in a number of ways, began Atructing Isabella, who carefully listened to him. There is no rise and fall, and rather than strfloor, the feet are picked up and placed, he added, showing the steps.

Isabella, watching him closely, listened keenly and nodded.

Okay, now let's try it together, he said, as he replayed the CD, and the song began plain.

Aryan then took her right hand in his left; their arms stretched outwards, and wrapped hism gently but firmly around her waist, while Isabella stretched her left arm over his right shouting her hand just below it. They were close... very close, and they both loved that closeness.

Now, I'll take a step forward with my left leg, and then another step with my right a litside, Aryan instructed, looking into her eyes.

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Aryan smiled. Perfect. Keep the steps slow and steady.

Isabella looked ardently interested in dancing with Aryan. She was enjoying every momeetherness with him. As they danced together, they looked like angels dancing in heaven h

cited and carefree. The sunrays slanted in from the opened glass-windows of the practice hallowering its blessings over the couple. A loving and soulful tune played by the violin, xophone, and piano, easily made the environment romantic, and they danced to it slowly anacefully.

You're learning pretty quickly, encouraged Aryan, as they repeated the steps. Trust mell be an expert soon.

Oh, will I? asked Isabella, a little surprised. Maybe it's just because you are a fabcher. She smiled beautifully, as they continued practicing the 'Tango walk'.

Love between the two was blossoming, and both of them could feel it.

Kaka was about to leave, when he glanced through the glass door of the practice hall, andyan and Isabella dancing together. A smile spread over his wrinkled face. He was happy for Aeys are on the table, and all the students have left, he shouted, to inform Aryan, and then left.

Aryan did not bother to hear what Kaka spoke. So he did not reply. He was lost in the lobella, who herself was lost in the aura of love surrounding her. They danced and kept practbasic Tango steps. By 7 p.m. Isabella began to look tired. She knew it would be a little toug

r to practice the Tango in a pair of jeans. But she did not want to miss even a single momegetherness with Aryan.

I guess, that's enough for the day, said Aryan, noticing her fatigue. But you will ha

me regularly, he emphasized, bringing down the volume of the music player.Sure, I will, replied Isabella.After all, that's what I want, she thought, blushing.

Aryan responded to her blush with a smile. This is the best chance for me. Maybe onebella will fall in love with me. That will be the best day of my life, he thought as he kept stu

r, wondering when he would be able to open his heart, and he did not want to be too late.

Isabella too, wanted to hear something special from him, but both of them walked out oactice hall, without saying a word.

See you tomorrow evening, at five-thirty. I'll be waiting. Aryan broke the silence, failinain to convey his heart.

Isabella nodded, and smiled. I'll be waiting, too. She then drew closer, and hugged him.

Both embraced each other, and neither tried to pull out first. It was a longer hug than the. Isabella rested her head on his chest, and her eyes closed. Aryan's eyes were closed, too.ssed by God. They were in love.

After a long moment, Isabella lifted her face from his chest, and looked into his eyes. A lile curled the edge of her lips. Creo que estoy enamorado de ti, she whispered, gently tracin


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eek with her fingertips. Her words were entrenched in love. She then quickly broke the hughed towards her car.

Isabella Wait! Aryan called out, stopping her. I didn't understand what you just said.

Isabella turned around, and smiled. Find out the meaning of what I said. She then wodbye to him, and drove away.

Aryan waved goodbye, intrigued, trying to remember and comprehend what exactly sh

t said. Maybe she said goodbye in Spanish, he mumbled, perplexed.***

Aryan drove back home, and hurriedly looked for his 'Learning Spanish'book. He triedrecollect what Isabella had said, but could not. He then sent her a text message, What did yome in Spanish, just before leaving?

Isabella instantly replied, I said it you didn't understand, your fault.

A chain of text messages thus started, yet Isabella never repeated what she had said to himfore leaving the academy.

Later that evening, Isabella was lying in her bed and recalling the moments spent with As talks, his smile, his hug and his love, was all over her mind and heart. Creo que amorado de ti... I think I'm in love with you, she blushed. She kept changing sides as she trep, but could not. She wished the night would pass by quickly, so that she could meet him agaxt day.

Sleep eluded Aryan as well. This is a wonderful feeling. It's strange. I don't think mu

yself now. I think of you. I think of us, together, he murmured, lying in his bed, and gazibella's sketch.

He got off the bed, and stood in front of the sketch, still gazing at it. Is this the feeling wl love? he asked, trying to talk to Isabella's sketch. Maybe it is. But, what is love? Or, how defined? Don't know. But for me, Love is You, Isabella, he expressed, running his fingers ov

etch. He then took out his diary, and wrote some lines for Isabella, his love. He then returned td eagerly waited for the next day, when he could meet her again.

The note from Aryan's diary read:

Today, I got another opportunity to dance with my love, Isabella. Her name is as bea

she is. It was such a special moment to be with her. I didn't understand what she said t

fore leaving. However, her eyes spoke something, which I feel is Love for me. Love How

define love? Ask me for me Love is Isabella

Love...is You

hat is love? How can it be defined?

me say it's an illusion, impossible to find


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elieve, it's a God's gift, residing in our hearts

nding two souls together, never to be apart...

ve exists in this world in different forms

e thing in common, it has no conditions or norms

ve makes one's life beautiful, gives reasons to livemakes no demands, but has everything to give...

ve gives us strength, the courage to fight

face the bad times with all of our might

ve heals our deepest wounds and pain

ere is nothing to lose; love is only gain

ve is an intense feeling shared between two hearts

feeling of care, and a promise to be never apart

ve is a passion, knows no boundaries, no languages

ve is for you, for me, and for people of all ages...

ve is a trust, love is a cure

an emotion, which is warm and pure

ve exists everywhere; Love is eternal and true

t sure how it's defined; for me, Love is you.

To My Isabella

With Love: Aryan.

6. The Perfect Night

As the weeks with the daily dance meetings passed, Isabella and Aryan's closeness gradreased. They chatted on the internet for hours, talked endlessly over the phone, and the

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ve with the other, neither had expressed it explicitly. Aryan was well aware of the state of his hd Isabella, well, she was still figuring out whether or not she had crossed the fine line betve and friendship yet.

One typical Saturday evening, Isabella was sitting on her bed, holding her phone and scrough Aryan's text messages. She always loved reading and rereading his messages, and articular moment, she was missing him very badly. She was desperately waiting for a call or m him. Finally, after a long and seemingly endless wait, she dialled Aryan's mobile numbe

connected the call even before the first ring. She did not want to disturb him, and more importae wanted him to miss her and eventually call her. Arising restlessly from her bed, she walkedthe window of her apartment. Rain was teasing in a light and romantic misty drizzle. A cooothing breeze was blowing, and the reddish-blue sky was welcoming the arrival of yet anautiful night. The weather made her miss him even more so very much more.

Qu clima mas romntica, she sighed, leaning against the window, intending to say, Wmantic weather it is!

And that stupid Aryan must be teaching dance to his students! she exclaimed frustrat

king disgustedly at her silent phone.

Isabella was still standing near the window, looking at the Thames and lost in the thoughyan, when her phone suddenly rang. It flashed Aryan Calling.

An exhilarating smile instantly spread over Isabella's face. She swiftly answered his call.

Hey, Seorita, spoke Aryan.

Aaaaryan! Isabella screamed excitedly on hearing his voice. How are you?

I'm fantastic, replied Aryan. How are you? The weather is so awesome. I thought, inmantic weather you must be missing me, so I should give you a call.

Isabella giggled. Soy bueno. But, who told you that I was missing you? I was I wadying for my exam, she replied, hiding her true feelings and the fact that she was actually m

m too much.

Oh, were you? asked Aryan, his tone dropped. Okay. Then you study, I'll call you later.

Wait, wait, wait Isabella hurriedly stopped him from disconnecting the call.

I told you. You were missing me, Aryan responded confidently.

I was not missing you. I was just thinking about you, Isabella rephrased, and blushed.

See You thought about me, and I called you, said Aryan. Now get ready as quickly an, and come downstairs. I'm outside your apartment waiting for you.

WHAT?! Isabella exclaimed in disbelief. She quickly ran towards the window oposite side of her room, and saw Aryan's car. You are HERE! I mean What are you

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Aryan smiled. Well, you missed me, and I'm here at your service.

I didn't miss you, Isabella argued sweetly, and blushed again.

Ok, ok! But you thought about me, right? Now don't waste this awesome weather, and wn quickly, Aryan literally ordered and hung the phone.

He is mad! Isabella murmured, with a smile, as she quickly changed into a sleeveless and a designer knee-length blue skirt. She then combed her hair and hurriedly applied just a

make-up on her flawless face. The excitement was building up rapidly within her, and she wbe with Aryan as soon as she could. But at the same time, she wanted to look her best. It toound twenty minutes to get ready, probably the least time she had ever taken!

Tu es loco! Isabella exclaimed as she approached Aryan's car, the roof of his carracted. The soft drizzle had stopped by then, and the weather had turned even more delightfumantic.

I don't understand Spanish, Aryan replied loudly, and smiled.

You are crazy! Isabella pointed her finger towards Aryan and then slid into the passat of his car, next to him.

I am! laughed Aryan.

He then gazed at her for a long moment, drinking in each delicious detail. She was lookiautiful as ever. Her silky-shiny hair fell over her shoulders in slight curls. The glistening lighte shadow made her hazel eyes look like a deep blue

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