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The Pasta III.

This one time he was asked by his classmate about his girlfriend,Karuna was the name he could think of.Flashes of the times he spent with her started surrounding him in his loneliness.He remembered how she used to be angry on him when he used to misplace the caps of pens,how she cared for him when he got a cold.He had it that day too.After the class, he decided to call her but was surprised when someone else picked up the call.
He asked him"Who is this? "
"Who r u!? "Came the response.
"Karuna kaha hai!?
"She is busy with some stuff"
"And you? "
"M her boyfriend".
Ankit just hung up the call abruptly,anger and sadness crept onto his heart suddenly.
He thought to himself"She should have told me atleast!!"
And he erased her number from the phone diary.
Later that day, Karuna called him and they had a huge fight regarding the other guy.
"Tum bata nahi sakti thi mujhe? "
"But he lied to you, he is just a very good friend" to which Ankit made a hush sound and infact told her he had erased her number,hearing this, in frustation she hung up the call.
Next morning,Ankit decided to mend ways with Karuna but found out that he was blocked from everywhere.
Ankit had a heartbreak and was more than just being lonely this time,though he never contacted Karuna again but felt a Huge vaccum in life.
He took months to recover over Karuna and Life started to move on.

Years passed..And they grew up, Ankit now didn't had the spectacles,thanks to the laser operation..

The books fell from Karuna's hand and Ankit was back in present time..she sat down to pick it up and found an additional hand doing so. As she looked up, she could see Ankit and the smile she saw him the very first time with!
Both their eyes met,had questions,answers and love.

All she could say was "Coffee!?"
To which he replied "Pasta kaha acha milta hai yaha!?"..

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