She Loves Me – She Loves Me Not : A Love Story

SHE LOVES ME – SHE LOVES ME NOT

Short Fiction – A Love Story

By

VIKRAM KARVE

SHE LOVES ME

“Are you crazy…? You are refusing a prestigious foreign assignment just because of her…?”

“Yes. I always want to be near her. I can’t bear to go away so far away from her.”

“So – if we send her along with you on the foreign assignment – then you are ready to go.”

“Yes.”

“Sorry – but we cannot do that – there is only one vacancy – only one person can go on that foreign assignment – and it is you. So – you have to go alone.”

“Then – I will refuse to go on the foreign assignment – I told you that I cannot bear to be so far away from her – and that too for so many days.”

“You seem to be crazily in love with her.”

“Yes. I love her so much. Do you know that I hate weekends – because I have to be without her...? I desperately wait for Monday – when I can be with her in the office.”

“You don’t see her on weekends…? Are you telling me that you haven’t even taken her out on a date…?”

“No. We meet only in office.”

“I hope you have told her that you love her.”

“No. There is no need to for me to tell her that I love her.”

“What do you mean by “there is no need to tell her that you love her”…? How will she come to know that you love her…?”

“She knows that I love her.”

“But – does she love you…?”

“Yes. She loves me.”

“How do you know…? Did she tell you that she loves you…?”

“There is no need for her to tell me that she loves me – I know that she loves me.”

“Well – that I am going to find out – whether – She Loves You – or – She Loves You Not...”

30 MINUTES LATER

SHE LOVES ME NOT

“Well – I have found out about her. You will be shocked to know that she does not love you. Yes – she does not love you.”

“Of course she loves me.”

“No – she does not love you.”

“How do you know...?”

“You refused to go on the foreign assignment – because you are so much in love with her – that you could not bear to be separated from her.”

“Yes.”

“Well – I offered her the same foreign assignment – and – she accepted.”

“What…?”

“Yes. I told her that she would have to go overseas all alone – that – she would have to stay abroad for at least one year...” 

“And she accepted your offer to go overseas…? All alone...? Without me...?”

“Yes. I thought she would refuse to go alone – just like you did – because she is in love with you and cannot bear to be separated from you. But – she jumped at the opportunity. She said she was ready to fly abroad even today – if required.”

“Really…?”

“Yes. We offered her the foreign assignment – and she accepted. So now – she will be going abroad on that prestigious foreign assignment – instead of you. She has grabbed the opportunity meant for you – just because you refused to go – because you love her so much that you could not bear to be separated from her.”

“Oh, No…!!!”

“Meanwhile – you can fall in love with someone else in the office – and to find out – whether she loves you too – you can take a rose flower – and start plucking its petals – and – play the game: “She Loves Me – She Loves Me Not”...”

VIKRAM KARVE

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2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This is a revised repost of my story SHE LOVES ME SHE LOVES ME NOT which was written by me Vikram Karve one year ago in the February 2006 and earlier posted on my creative writing blog on Feb 18, 2016 at url: http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2016/02/she-loves-me-she-loves-me-not.html

Techie Girl

TECHIE GIRL 

Short Fiction Story – A Romance

By
VIKRAM KARVE

From my Creative Writing Archives:

6 years ago, when I began living in Wakad, one morning, while on my walk, I saw some pretty Techie Girls rushing to work towards the InfoTech Park in Hinjewadi.

As I watched and walked, this story germinated in my mind, and I went home, wrote it down and posted it on my creative writing blog. 

I wrote this story in one sitting, in less than one hour.

This evening, when I saw pretty Techie Girls returning from work, I remembered this story I had written 6 years ago. 

I thought I will delve into my creative writing archives, pull out the story, and post it once more for you to read.

Chic Lit – Flash Fiction – call it what you like. 

Do tell me if you liked the story...  

TECHIE GIRL – A Romance by Vikram Karve

Every working day, sharp at 8 o’clock in the morning, a smart young girl of 24, a Software Engineer, leaves her chummery, a flat in Aundh which she shares with her colleagues, and walks down to Bremen Chowk to catch her company bus which takes her to her workplace in the IT Park at Hinjewadi in Pune.

 

This morning she does something different.

 

She leaves her flat at 8 o’clock, but instead to walking towards Bremen Chowk, she walks in the opposite direction towards Parihar Chowk and gets into a Volvo Bus going to Mumbai.

 

Half way towards Mumbai, while the bus crosses the Khandala Ghats, the smart young girl calls up her boss on her cell phone and tells him that she is unwell and could he please give her the day off to which her boss readily agrees.  

 

At 11:30 in the morning, she sits in a plush office, opposite her fiancé, a smart young entrepreneur, who’s made it big, and who owns an ITES company with business all over the world. 

 

They have been engaged just a week ago.

 

“What a surprise…!” the man says, “you should have rung up. I would have taken the day off…”

 

“Sorry…but I decided to come at the last moment…”

 

“Anything urgent…?”

 

“Yes…I want to tell you something…I wanted to tell you about it when we met before our engagement itself but my mother told me not to tell you…”

 

“Your mother told you not to tell me…?”

 

“Yes…she thinks you may break the engagement… but I believe that there is no place for secrets between husband and wife…!”

 

“Secrets…?”

 

“Yes…I’ve told you everything about myself…but there is one thing I have not told you…”

 

“What…?”

 

“I was in love with someone…”

 

“Oh…a boyfriend…”

 

“It was more than that…”

 

“More than that…?”

 

“We eloped…ran away from home together…to get married…but they tracked us down the next morning…”

 

“When did this happen…?”

 

“Just after I finished my engineering…during my first job…three years ago…in Delhi…”

 

“Oh…?”

 

“Please don’t think anything…actually nothing happened…it was just infatuation…we ran away on a bike to Gurgaon…stayed for a night at a hotel…and next morning we were caught and taken back to our homes…believe me, nothing happened…nothing…absolutely nothing…I have not even seen the boy since…they sent him abroad…to America... to the states…”

 

“And they sent you to Pune…?”

 

“Yes…they told me to apply for a transfer to Pune…where no one knows all this…”

 

“So your parents told you to hide all this from us…?”

 

“Mainly my mother…but I swear…nothing happened between us…it was just puppy love…I am still a …”

 

“Okay…okay…” the man interrupted, “I really appreciate your honesty…it is good you told me…but I already know all this…”

 

“You already know all this…how?”

 

“Yes…we found out everything about you...we got a background check done…”

“Background check…?”

 

“Just a pre-matrimonial enquiry…”

 

“Pre-matrimonial enquiry…detectives…you put detectives after us…to check up on my past…?”

 

“Come on…it’s not that serious…just a small discreet verification…that’s all…”

 

“I am calling it off…!”

 

“What…”

 

“Our engagement… it’s off… cancelled… I am breaking off our engagement…here… take this… take back your engagement ring…” the girl says angrily and she takes off the diamond studded engagement ring from her finger and keeps it on the table.

 

“Don’t be crazy…!” the man shouts, getting up from his seat across the table.

 

The young woman also gets up from her seat, looks into the man’s eyes, and says firmly, “No…it’s final…I cannot marry a man who does not trust me…!”

 

And with these words, the smart gutsy young woman turns around, briskly walks out of the man’s office.

She takes the lift to the ground floor, leaves the building and takes a cab to the Volvo Bus Stand.

There she boards the Volvo Bus back to Pune.

 

The moment she sits in the bus she deletes the man’s number from her cell phone.

She switches off her mobile phone and puts it in her purse.

Then she looks out of the window and enjoys the journey back to Pune admiring the picturesque refreshing green scenery of the Sahyadri Ghats.

And then it begins to rain.

VIKRAM KARVE

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This Story was written by me 6 years ago in the year 2010 and Earlier Posted online by me Vikram Karve my Creative Writing Blogs at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/the-secret_480910_blog  and  http://creative.sulekha.com/the-smart-young-it-pro-and-her-secret_493160_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2011/04/gutsy-techie-girl.html  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/06/chummery-girl.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.com/2012/10/gutsy-techie-girl.html  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/04/techie-girl-from-hinjewadi-romance.html etc

Why Did She Dump Me?

WHY DID SHE DUMP ME...?

Yesterday – on my blog – I wrote a story called SHE DUMPED ME 

Many readers – especially and Navy friend of mine – liked this story immensely.

This “dumping” story reminded me of a fiction story I had written 10 years ago – in the year 2006.

 

So – I delved deep into my creative writing archives – and dug out this romantic story.

Here is the story once more. 

I am sure you will enjoy it. 

It is a simple Tongue-In-Cheek Romance Story about a GEEK, a NERD, a DORK, and their FLIRTY BANTER

BANTER

a GEEK a NERD a DORK and and some FLIRTY BANTER 

Fiction Short Story – A Romance 

By 

VIKRAM KARVE

It is late and the bar at the Savoy in Mussoorie is almost empty.

There are just three people in the bar.

A couple, a man and a woman – probably in their thirties – sit together on a sofa. 

And on the couch just behind them sits a solitary man – unseen – in the shadows – drinking quietly. 

It is quite dark as the lights are dim.

In fact the lights are so dim that the man and the woman can hardly see each other’s face.

They have been drinking for quite some time.

The woman appears pleasantly drunk as she engages the man in some light-hearted banter.

She slurs loudly as she speaks. 

“She dumped you, isn’t it?” the woman says to the man, her drinking companion.  

“No. That’s not true. Leena did not dump me. It was I who left her...” the man says emphatically. 

“Come on, Anil. Do you think I don’t know everything about you two?” 

“You don’t. You know nothing. It was I who left her. I told you once – and I am telling you again! Leena did not dump me. I dumped her. I did not want to live with Leena – so I left her. Yes – it was I who dumped Leena.”  

“Don’t fib...!”  

“Fib...? Why should I fib...?”  

“Masculine pride...!”  

“Masculine pride...? What nonsense...!” 

“When a man ditches a woman she gains sympathy – but when a woman dumps a man he becomes a laughing stock, a subject of ridicule.”  

“So?”  

“That’s why you ran away from Bangalore after spreading false stories all around that you were the one who had split up with her – when actually it was Leena who had dumped you unceremoniously,” the woman jeers loudly. 

“Talk softly,” the man says.  

“Why? You are afraid of the truth, is it?”  

“I told you it is not true. We had our differences. And I wanted a change of job.” 

“Anil – do you know why Leena dumped you? Because you are a bloody ‘loser’. A born loser!”  

“Who told you that?”  

“She did. I will never forget what Leena told me about you. Anil – do you want to hear Leena’s exact words? Listen carefully to what she said about you: ‘Anil is a born loser who is content to wallow in the gutter and see others climb mountains’. That’s why she left you. Leena was very ambitious. She wanted to go places – she wanted to have the best things in life. She did not want to ruin her life with you – she thought you are a man with no future – a namby-pamby who has no ambition, no drive. Leena told me that you were a namby-pamby good-for-nothing geek.”  

“Namby-pamby? Good-for-nothing geek? She called me that?”  

“That’s what she told me.”  

“She told you? When? Where?”  

“Last year. In Pune. During this same annual IT Seminar. She had flown down to Pune from the America. She even presented a paper – I’m sure it was plagiarized from something you had written – or from the notes you kept giving her about your work and research.” 

“I am not interested!”  

“Leena is real smart – a real scheming bitch. She mesmerizes you with her wily charms – uses you to get ahead – and then jettisons you – just throws you away when she’s got what she’s wanted. Like toilet paper!”

“You are calling me ‘Toilet Paper’?”

“Shall I use a better metaphor than toilet paper?” the woman starts giggling, and says, “She treated you like a bloody pad – a sanitary napkin! Use and throw – straight into the dustbin.” 

“Shut up, will you?” the man shouts angrily, “Let’s go now. You are drunk.”

“I still remember our Bangalore days when you used to grovel at her feet – your tongue drooling like a lapdog. And now look where she’s reached – she is the hot shot CEO of a top IT company while you wallow in your self-made misery as a ‘Nobody’ in some nondescript place.”  

“Please, Nanda! Let’s go,” the man says, exasperated.  

But the woman is in no mood to go – so she ignores him – and she continues talking loudly, “Leena is smart! She told me she’d managed to hook some NRI Head Honcho. He’s an American citizen too. Her life is made!”  

“Maybe, she’ll use him and dump him too!” the man says sardonically.  

“Hey! You have accepted it! You have accepted that she dumped you. I was right! That calls for a drink.”  

“No. You have already had three big bottles of beer.”  

“Who’s counting?” the woman says happily, lurching from her seat, “Okay. If I have had too much beer – now I’ll have whisky!” 

The woman picks up the man’s whisky glass – drinks the whisky ‘bottoms up’ in one go – and she exclaims at the top of her voice: “Cheers! Down the hatch!”  

“What’s wrong with you?” the man scolds her, “Don’t you know – Beer and Whisky – it’s risky.”  

“Risky! And frisky! I want to feel frisky.”  

“You shouldn't drink so much.”  

“Why?”  

“Someone may take advantage of you!”  

“Ha! Maybe I want to be taken advantage of – yes – it’s been a long time since anyone took ‘advantage’ of me – come – take advantage of me,” the woman says loudly.

Then the woman snuggles up to the man, and she says to him, “Come on, Lovey-dovey. Cuddle me. Do something naughty to me – like you used to do to Leena. Remember…”  

“Shut up. Someone will hear!”  

“Come on sweetie-pie, don't be such a killjoy,” the woman says snuggling even closer, “No one will see, no one will hear. We are all alone. There is no one here!”  

“We are not alone,” the man whispers gravely, noticing the solitary figure in the shadows for the first time.

He moves close to the woman and says softly into her ear, “Don’t look behind you.”  

“Where?” the woman shouts in surprise – and she turns around.

The drunk woman sees the silhouette of the man – and she brazenly calls out to him, “Hey Mr. Eavesdropper! What are you doing sitting all alone? Come, why don’t you join us?”  

“Thanks. But it’s okay. I’m fine here,” the stranger says.  

“No! No! Come on. Have a drink with us. Don’t be a snob!” the woman shouts drunkenly.

Then the woman tries to get up and reels towards the stranger.

Seeing her swaying and lurching in an inebriated manner, the stranger quickly joins them, pulling up a chair opposite the sofa.

“I hope we have not been disturbing you,” the man says to the stranger, “We’re sorry. We thought we were all alone in the bar.”  

“Not at all!” the stranger says, “in fact, I have been enjoying your flirty banter.” 

“Flirty banter? Wow! That calls for a drink!” the woman says.  

“Certainly. My pleasure! The drinks are on me,” the stranger says.  

“That’s the spirit,” the woman roars.  

“Nanda – please – I think you have had enough to drink,” the man pleads with his woman companion.  

“I insist,” the stranger says, “just one last drink.”  

“Just one last drink!” the woman repeats drunkenly, “I’ll have whisky!”

The stranger orders a round of drinks.

The drinks arrive.

Then the stranger silently sips his drink – he seems to be quite drunk – his eyes closed – as if in stupor.

Meanwhile the flirty couple – the man and woman – Anil and Nanda – continue their flirty banter.

The woman takes a gulp of whisky, and then she says to her companion, “Anil – I am going to give you a real surprise!”  

“Surprise?”  

“We’ll all go and wake up Leena!”

“Leena? She’s here? In Mussoorie?”  

“Yes, my dear. Leena is coming for the seminar too. She must have arrived in the evening when we had gone out for our romantic walk to Lal Tibba.”

“How do you know?”

“I was the one who called her for this seminar,” the woman says.

“What? You did not tell me!” the man says, totally surprised. 

“Of course not! And by the way – I have not told Leena that you would be here for the seminar. I am just waiting to see the fireworks when you two meet.” 

“I’m going back!” the man says.  

“You still desperately love her, don’t you? After all that she has done to you – Leena destroyed your life, your career – and you still love her.”

“No. I am not in love with Leena.”  

“You’re still scared of her, aren’t you? Tell me Anil – you are still scared of Leena, aren’t you?”  

“No. I am not scared of Leena.”  

“Then why are you afraid of facing her? Come on, Anil, be a man! Ask her why she dumped you so unceremoniously. Leena owes you a bloody explanation, doesn’t she?” 

The woman pulls the man’s hand and she lurches, “Come. We’ll go to the reception and find out in which room Leena is staying.” 

The stranger – who has been sitting silent all this while – suddenly speaks. 

“Leena is in Room 406,” the stranger says wryly.  

“How do you know?” the woman asks – wide-eyed – trying to focus on the stranger.  

“I am Leena’s husband,” the stranger says, matter-of-factly. 

Then the stranger keeps his glass on the table – and he silently walks out of the bar.

VIKRAM KARVE

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2. All stories in this blog are a work of fiction. Events, Places, Settings and Incidents narrated in the story are a figment of my imagination. The characters do not exist and are purely imaginary. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.

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This story was written by me Vikram Karve 10 years ago in the year 2006 and earlier posted online in my creative writing blog on Feb 10, 2006 at url: http://creative.sulekha.com/banter_29171_blog  and subsequently I have posted this story a number of times in my various blogs at urls: https://vikramwkarve.wordpress.com/2007/05/18/tete-a-tete/  and http://vikramwamankarve.blogspot.in/2006_04_01_archive.html?m=0  and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/01/geek-nerd-dork-and-some-flirty-banter.html and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2015/02/banter-flirty-romance.html  etc