Romantic Short Stories: Love Me Baby

Hey folks! It’s Monday and guess what. Today, I’m not posting a flash but an excerpt from my sweet romantic novelette – Love Me Baby. This short story is my favorite of all the romantic short stories or love flashes I’ve written till now.

Hope you like it!

An Excerpt From Love Me Baby

I reached the studio on time. As I noticed the black gleaming sedan standing in the parking alley, my eyes gleamed with joy.

“Oh… So he’s early today,” I murmured, and a tingle of blush washed over my cheeks. I located an empty spot and squeezed my Nissan in between two giant SUVs. Stepping out of the car, I made my way to the exit. My heart thumped harder against my chest. It raced at the greatest speed.

What’s this happening? Guys tried hard to seduce me but I flipped them off. I broke up several times, but I never cried on my failed relationships. Why I’m so nervy and euphoric? I quizzed myself.

Lost in my thoughts, I didn’t realize when I reached the main entrance of the Alan’s Photography studio. I raised my head and glanced at his name.

“Alan,” I whispered his name under my breath, and his vibrantly stunning image flashed in front of my eyes.

It’s just one night, but it seems as if it’s been centuries since I last met him.

My steps took me to Alan’s cabin, and what I saw through the slanting window blinds melted my brain and shook me, soul.

Romantic Short Stories: Love Me Baby, www.mariyamhasnain.comJealousy and disappointment ran through my nerves, and a tinge of melancholy swept over my soul. I turned around and dashed out through the main exit, gasping for breath. I fell apart seeing Pixie in Alan’s arms. I left the studio and drove myself off from North Hollywood to reach my home in Downtown LA.

I pulled up in the parking zone of my commune and rushed to my flat on the fourth floor wiping at my eyes. I opened the door with my keys and straightaway headed to the sleeping room. Dropping myself on the bed, I buried my face in the pillow. Michelle laid on the adjacent bed, listening to music on her iPod. She instantly got up and wobbled my shoulder.

“Hey. What happened?” she asked.

“He loves that blond. I’m going back to Phoenix, to my mom. I need her.” I raised my head from the pillow and pushed my drooping body to a sitting position.

“How do you know he doesn’t love you? Did he tell you that?” she quizzed me again.

“I saw them hugging,” I replied, tears rolling down my cheeks.

“It could be a friendly embrace… a platonic one as he met her after a long while. She was off to the Bahamas, wasn’t she?” Michele said placing a comforting hand on my shoulder.

“I don’t know. It could be, but I can’t imagine any other woman in his arms. What if he doesn’t love me and loves that blond? I don’t want to bear the pain of unrequited unfulfilled love. I’m going away from him… so I can forget him and move on with my life.” Michelle couldn’t utter a word on my stern determination of leaving LA and going back to Phoenix.

I logged into my laptop and booked the next immediate flight to Phoenix. Packing my stuff into the giant suitcase, I was ready for my journey to my homeland. As I pictured myself hugging my mom and crying out my inner weakness and emotional turmoil on her shoulder, I felt calm and composed. The triumph of seeing my mom after so many months overshadowed the pain of heartbreak. I hugged Michelle and kissed her slippery cheeks before wishing her goodbye and came out of my apartment to hop onto my waiting taxicab.

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~MH

Romantic Short Stories: A Smile To Remember

Another Monday, another love short from my immense pool of short romantic stories.

This week’s short story is inspired from Nicholas Sparks’ famous novel which was also adapted into a movie – A Walk To Remember. Hope you like it.

Title: A Smile To Remember

Her love was like a rose—fragrant and soft.

She was a geek. No fashion sense, no girlie stuff. I sometimes hated her lack of social skills. Even though we studied together since kindergarten, I never cared for her. She tried to talk, but I never got involved even in the small talks she started during our bus rides to school.

It was during the Spring Festival when we came close. We were preparing for the festival, and me and Zoobie were in the same team. I had to visit her house often to prepare for the skit we had to do during the spring fest.

Together, we practiced for the drama. She always wore a green-colored cardigan, to school, at home, and  wherever she went. I and my friends often ridiculed her dressing sense.

As days gone by, I realized I was spending my time more on things that didn’t make any sense. Like making fun of nerdy students whenever they walked past us, doing crazy stuff like betting who could ride the bike with hands up, all kinds of adventure stuff you know.

As I slowly got along with Zoobie, I found out she was the one I always wanted to be with. Calm and composed. She had a positive outlook towards everything.
According to her, everything was possible. Be it getting good grades in
the exams or getting selected in a medical school.

We hung out together, and; I fell in love with her. I still remember the way she blushed when I expressed my love to her. Her  cheeks flushed red with the most vibrant color of pink when she said she loved me too.

We finished school, and I went abroad to study Medicine, leaving Zoobie alone. I never wanted to leave her but couldn’t  gather the courage to say no to my dad—who had Hitler’s genes in his DNA. Just kidding 🙂

I and Zoobie exchanged letters for one year, and  then her letters stopped coming. I called her, and she told me she wanted to go with the wind. She wanted to be free. Free from a long-distanced relationship. Free from me. She wanted to call it quits.

I couldn’t bear the pain of heartbreak and failed my final semester exams. As a result, my Dad summoned me an ultimatum that if I ever wanted to return home, I should have my medical degree with me. I pictured my mom’s helplessness, her dewy eyes when she wished me a goodbye on the airport. I devoted myself to studies.

Though I lost all charms of life after Zoobie dumped me, I loved my mother. I completed the program and returned home after five years with a degree. A piece of paper my father could show to his filthily rich friends.

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Romantic Short Stories: A Smile To Remember, www.mariyamhasnain.comAs soon as I reached my town, old reminiscences flooded my mind.
Everything reminded me of her. The narrow trails, the vast fields, the
rain, the rainbow sneaking behind the sun.

I reached home. My mom was happy and so was I, but at some corner of my heart, I missed Zoobie.  I missed her fragrant smile, her touch, her lips. I just missed everything about her.

“How’s Zoobie Mom. Is she still here? I mean, has she married.” I stammered as I acted casual on the dinner table.

I saw tears forming in my mom’s eyes. My dad left the table, his food untouched. I couldn’t understand.

“What’s wrong with you guys? Is everything fine.” Apprehension, panic, anxiousness cluttered my brain.

I looked at my mom.

“What’s the matter, mom?”

“She left us.”

“Left us?”

“I’m sorry. We couldn’t tell you about this.”

“About what?”I ran out of my plush residence and sprinted in the direction of Zoobie’s house.

Her house looked the same as before, but there was an emptiness in the
surrounding. The vibrancy, the warmth I used to feel when I visited her house before was missing.

I knocked the door and impatiently waited for the response.

Her father opened the door.

“Oh, Mr. Ahmari. How can I help you?”

“Is Zoobie home?” I asked.

The same expression of grief on his face, but the dew of Mr. Shersi’s eyes was even more prominent than what I saw in my mom’s eyes. He left the door open, turned his back to me, and trudged inside the house.

I entered the house. My eyes darted around. I wanted to see her. See her
smiling at me. The smile that used to be my strength, smile I missed the
most during my stay in London.

“I’m really sorry Sir, but I really want to meet her. Is she there?” I impatiently requested him.

“I understand, but this isn’t her home any longer.”

“Oh. She’s got married. Can I get her number or address? I want to congratulate her. It’s quite a time.”

“Yeah, quite a time. Four years since she left us for her heavenly abode.”

“What?” Someone sucked all blood out of me. “How? I mean what happened to her?”

“She  died of cancer, a peculiar type that didn’t cause any symptoms only mild fevers on and off. I got to know about the disease when the blood investigations came positive for leukemia.”

My feet froze to the ground. Within a fraction of a second, my whole body wilted. I couldn’t stand and drop down on the foray chair.

“That’s why she broke my heart. Oh, God. I couldn’t understand her love.”

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~MH

Going Alone – Unchained Unrestrained

I quit my job in the year 2010, seven months after the birth of my son. I still remember it was the month of September, and I had to join office after my 6 months extended maternity leave. Being in the medical transcription industry, I had the luxury of working from the comfort of my home where I didn’t have to travel long distances nor I had to leave my baby alone either in a crèche or on a babysitter, but even then I couldn’t continue after spending 6 months long leave or more aptly said a 6- month long freedom from the daily grind of meeting my daily projections, finishing the stat jobs on time, and focusing on low TAT jobs.

I never regretted quitting my job as I had the financial support of my husband. I worked for 5 years in the MT industry just to utilize my time but during those years of working in the office environment, I got to know how someone becomes a grownup larva, cocooned inside a shell, never willing to come out.

Though I worked from home but it was no different from being cooped up in a glass walled office floor feeling the chills of continuously blowing cold air of the AC vent directly hitting on my spine. I just couldn’t continue and relied solely on the money that my husband earned from his day job at a multinational.

He changed jobs. We relocated to other cities and finally settled down in Bangalore. Now we both work from our home office. We are making new strides everyday and have have our hands in at-least 10 micro businesses…Writing and Publishing is just one of them.  We love our freedom – freedom of spending time with each other, playing with our son, cooking dinners and watching our favorite shows and movies whenever we feel like, no more postponing the pleasures of life for the weekends.

How many of you fancy the idea of working for yourself. I am sure you must’ve thought about it at some point. If yes, now it’s the time. Life is too short to ponder over taking challenges. If you have a hidden passion or an untold dream, live it up, don’t think twice just push the button and see what happens. Take a step back from your present life and see how it feels. Reboot your life. Drift out of your comfort zone and do what makes you scared that you would never do just because you don’t want to look freak or mad in front of others.

If you feel connected to this article and ponder over the subject hot to reboot your life, my next novel Camouflage is all about establishing a connection with the existence. Not in entirety, but a tiny bit of the book is based on my real life experiences, my feelings, and my naked emotions on paper.

I am done with the first edit of the book, but it has to go through my beta readers. I am hoping to launch it in the somewhere in the mid of year 2016 or may be earlier if everything goes the right way.

Till then, keep reading my blog posts, and help me reach the other readers.

At the end, if I ask a favor, I hope you won’t mind. If you like this post, please leave a reply in the comment section below to help me improvise and to let me know what would you like to read next.

Have a Dream – Live It Up!

My life was like a paddle-less boat up until the summers of 2014, when I decided to take the charge of it and row it upstream. Going against the current of the stream, challenging the strength of the oceanic waves was not all that easy. I had to be determined that I would win over the sea and successfully reach the shores of the enormous ocean that was all set to drench me with the surface waves powered with the strength of harshly blowing sea winds.

Writing is not an easy job. It’s a journey to self-realization. It’s a task of churning your inner self and then extracting out the creative juices to paint the canvas of your imagination with vibrantly colorful and vivid pictures. It’s just like rowing your boat against the water current, keeping your head high, facing criticism and rejections but not letting your spirit die.

The obstacles that we face in our day to day life are nothing but mere reflections of the negativity that twirls around us all the time. If we take the hurdles of life as a challenge and try to keep ourselves motivated no matter what the situation is, these hurdles will only become our guiding path leading us to that ultimate destination that we always dreamed of.

This rule applies to all of us. It doesn’t matter who you are. What matters is – who you aspire to be. Whether you want to become a successful entrepreneur, a great artist, an award winning musician, or a bestselling author, you have to keep challenging the obstacles hindering your path to success, and one day you will realize your dreams. That day, you set a new goal and again start your journey of achieving it.

Exploit your abilities, flaunt your skills. You are not just a cog in a wheel but much more than that. Take time out to ponder upon your unfulfilled dreams, dreams that you cherished all through your life but failed to achieve. Then, question your inner self, what have you done to make it happen. Have you given your best to the most cherished dream of your life? If not, now, it’s time – live it up.

That doesn’t mean that you stop going out and stop socializing. Live your life to the fullest. Do what you want but don’t forget the purpose of your life. Dig out the reason of your existence. Try to connect yourself with it, and life would be a pleasant ride for you. You will reach a stage where you won’t feel frustrated, helpless, stricken by the boredom but feel satisfied, motivated, and enriched, A state where you have a purpose in life, you have a goal to achieve, and you have a dream to enliven.