I mean it’s almost unlikely that I’ll meet my “prince charming” across the boardroom table, and in that first instance that our eyes meet the room will be charged with sexual tension thick enough to be cut with a knife. How did people come up with this one? Cutting of tension with a knife?!
Now, where was I? Aah, yes. Eyes have met. Him in his immaculately custom made suit, and her in her good- little- secretary clothes. What he read in her gaze was anything but good. Oh it would be good, it just wasn’t the same good that her clothes were supposed to portray. Tempted to ruffle her a little, the cold metallic pen in his hand found it’s way on her bare thigh. Satisfied with the stiffening of her back, he let himself a discrete smug grin and continued playing. Only for it to be wiped out, by the leg making it’s way up his leg under the table.
As soon as the room clears out, they Do It on the table. She doesn’t believe in love, but he knows she’s “the one”. He sticks around and tries to show her in every way possible that it is possible to have it all. He meets with an accident; she realizes how much she does love him. And then they live happily ever after.
Unlikely. In fact, not even remotely possible. But they make for a good read, short and have this feel good factor, considering all of them have happy endings. What will not be any of these things, is something like the following-
Their eyes met across the temple. Shocked by her own daring at having locked eyes with a total stranger, she scurried hurriedly around the temple two more times, begging for forgiveness. On coming out, her first thought was to ditch her footwear, because standing exactly where she’d let her Bata Chappals, was that man.
How could she possibly ignore him? Even bare- chested and in a lungi, he looked absolutely lip smacking. And while the thought itself would have sent her running back inside, the answering heat in his gaze kept her still. Only to be shocked out of the daze by the rain pelting down.
Now that her sari had become transparent and their eyes had met, they just had to get married. And had children immediately- he had after all, seen her breasts! Something even contraception can’t save you from.
Saucy, eh?
*puke*
I’d rather read about some Italian Millionaire, than a long haired- bell bottomed guy. Of visiting Rome, or Venice or The Ritz instead of some village with sprawling fields and no electricity or water or some city in which when you looked down from your pent houses’ window, you could see cows in the middle of the street of (terribly structured sentence, but you get the idea).
I don’t know what kind of an audience they wish to draw, by setting characters in settings, which instead of making you feel all mushy and romantic, make you want to laugh so hard that a little pee comes out.
Though I think I’d rather my little sister read these indianized (Sure, that’s a word) versions.
Disclaimer- The above mentioned situations and characters are TOTALLY fictional and exist only, if they must exist, in the author s imagination and bear no resemblance to any person living or dead.
