My book 'A Midsummer's Love Tale' is published today.....on WriterBabu......While the prologue and some chapters are already out on my page for the rest of the book you would have to buy it.....
Here's a little sneak peek.....(see my diary too)
This is a teen fiction novel - a romance which falls in place in the tiny hill city of Nainital in Northern India.
Vikas is a budding law student and journo who gets to cover high flying assignments in his brief stint. On a vacation to Naini, he stumbles on to his lady love, a bohemian curly haired schoolgirl from Delhi, who plays the game but follows no rules, discovers his simmering passion for her, seals it with their first kiss, the whirlwind romance all starts happening for both of them, until.........
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(Some excerpts)
We settled down on the grass behind a tree where we wouldn't be seen by any one. She was extremely close to me and time was at a standstill. I could hear her excited and constricted breathing.
I finally held her hand and started playing with her fingers. It was a different feel altogether. We started discussing niceties and all this while I was pressing her hand and she was sitting just inches away from me. Who would make the first move; that would bell, read neck the cat?
Alina took this decision for me. All of a sudden she shifted towards me and as a result was almost sitting on my lap. Now I had no option but to hold her tight and I did just that. She was like a fresh flower ready to bloom, and I was madly in love with her. My breathing had quickened and I was feeling just a wee bit tizzy.
She was so near to me and I would be a fool if I didn't reach out for her. I did just that and before I knew it, she was in my arms. Her arms automatically rose up to encircle me and I responded by drawing her into my embrace. She was searching out my lips and I was doing the same.
I took her face in my hands and traced out her lips as I kissed her, clumsily at first but passionately as I found her drawing close to me. Her lips were soft against mine, like flower petals.
Her breath was fresh and sweet. At first I kissed her gingerly, just brushing her lips, but soon it turned into a full blown passionate lip lock........her lips crushed against mine, our eyes closed..........
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The next day we had planned to go out shopping and then finish it off with a lunch date at the famed Maurya Hotel of Delhi. I wanted to buy her some things of my choice; she wanted some things that she liked.
We went to Janpath first, the ‘footpath’ market of Delhi, as she wanted to pick up small export ‘reject’ surplus stuff like trinkets, cotton tops, and scarves.
Alina was a great one for ethnic and aesthetically beautiful stuff and she didn't need anybody’s advice on what to like and also what and who to dislike. Not that she had many people on her ‘dislike’ list. In fact it was just the opposite. She was loved all across in her group and respected.
She picked up a pair of sweet looking trinkets and put them on her ears,
‘How do they look? Do you think I look pretty to you in this, or this, or maybe this one?' She asked me quite tantalizingly putting the other design on her ears too.
She looked more like a model displaying her wares at this point of time.
It was these coquettish habits of hers which I liked, and made me more drawn towards her.
It would also keep giving me hidden impulses to draw her close to me and hug her every now and then.
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‘Should I leave you then?’ I asked.
‘I didn’t mean that did I. Just let me breathe freely.’
I kissed her ear lobes in response and that set off another squeal from her.
‘If I fall Vikas Mathur, you’ll have no option but to stay here with me till the hospital discharges me.’
‘Well I wouldn't mind staying on, but not in a hospital with you,’ I bit her again playfully.
‘Don’t worry I’m holding on. Should I hold on more tightly or leave you now, come on fast?’ I was really on a roll.
‘Okay, hold me tight, please now’ she screamed as the horse on which we were seated started a small canter, perhaps sensing the excitement that was happening on top of him.
‘Please can you stop this horse,’ she haltingly told me. I pulled at the reins and it responded immediately by stopping short in its tracks.
By that time the owner of the horse had also managed to catch up with us, and cautioning us not to make it run, started to lead us to the beach house.
By the time we reached it was almost sunset time. I helped Sohana get down from the horse, and I found her only a trifle scared, but she didn't show that.
We then decided to sit on the fence of the beach house and simply watched the sun go down. Hand in hand, this was the perfect moment to kiss her and kiss her I did.
This time there was passion and more of feel. The setting was ideal, and the lights were just dim enough to add to the ambiance. ‘You know how precious you are for me?’ I whispered in her ear, as I kissed her all over.
Her lips felt soft under mine and there was total surrender on her part. I had never felt the feeling of being ‘so much in love.’
It was a wave, a deluge, a feeling which engulfed me and I didn't wish to let go of this moment. We sat there like that for what seemed eternity and then I asked her if we should spend the night at the beach house itself.
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Here’s a little reality check on Alina.
Her mother was a Muslim married in a Hindu family; it was love at first sight for both of them, and therefore an inter caste marriage.
However her mother surprisingly was against her daughter wanting to marry a Hindu but preferred she marry a good Muslim. This Alina had herself told me.
But Alina was having none of that. She was a ‘rebel’ - with a cause, and was not letting anyone dictate terms to her, not even her own mother.
Apart from being a Modernite she was stubborn, headstrong, clear headed and had a very strong sense of identity and individuality. You couldn't goad her into a corner or couldn’t make her accept a situation she didn't want to get into.
No way, she was having none of that.
“Please don’t interfere in my personal plans like love, marriage and career” she had told her mother in no uncertain terms.
“You have married according to your own choice; I would like to do the same! Good bad or ugly!” She had declared her intention with an angry shake of her lovely head and had stormed out of the room.
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