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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Romantic Short Stories, Week #4: Time Drain

Happy Monday Fam! Here comes one more flash from a pool of short romantic stories.

Do you often get late to work? Are traffic jams your worst enemy? Read on to know how traffic jam inspired June to do something creative.

Hope you like it.

Week# 4

Title: Time Drain

“Oh, shit, I’m late again.” June curved her lips, looking at her golden wristwatch. She desperately slammed the stairs one after another with the pointed four-inch heels of her sandals as she entered the small yet elegant twelfth-floor office of BB Advertising.

“God, please, save me the one last time. I can’t afford to lose this job.” She pushed open the door of Robert’s room, muttering under her breath.

“What a pleasant surprise, Ms. Pinto. You broke the record. You’re only forty-five minutes late today,” Robert drifted his stare from the documents lying in front of him to June’s sorry face, a mock sternness in his eyes.

“Actually, it’s the traffic jam. The city is getting overpopulated. With so many people giving birth to so many kids, the traffic is going to increase a hundredfold in the coming years, and you have to definitely think about the option of allowing your employees to work from home.”

“Well, thank you so much for your suggestions, and I really appreciate your logic behind the traffic jams. Anyways, we’re all set for the next meeting. Hope you’re ready with the presentation and the explanatory videos about the product.” He sauntered across the room and approached the door.

“Oh, yeah, I am. I’ll be there in a couple of minutes,” June stammered as she caught her breath, wondering whether she had put the pen drive back in her purse after completing the work, or just forgotten it at home.

“Great! Hope it’s short romantic stories, www.mariyamhasnain.comnot your last day with me. Perhaps the approval can save your life.” His face turned stiff as he pulled open the door. And the next moment, he was gone.

“Shit. The PD is not here,” June mumbled, as she checked her laptop bag and purse for the final time.

I need this job. I have to do something.

Think, June. Think!

Yes . . . I know how to do that. I hope Robert won’t find it offensive.

Perhaps he will. Perhaps not, if the client is impressed.

I don’t know.

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When she reached the conference room, she noticed Robert, busy discussing the project details with the clients.

“Please, Ms. Pinto. I think you take charge from here. The stage is all yours.”

And with that, the bright blue LED screen welcomed her onto the stage.

Reflecting confidence, June defied her mental turbulence and walked across the room to reach the place where the LED panel was mounted. The cold air of the central air conditioning gave her chills in the sweltering heat of August. Her eyes darted to the TV screen and then to the sea of faces. All eyes were on her as if she was not human, but an alien descended from an obscure planet. Not even Mars. At least humans knew about Mars.

“A very good morning to all of you. I hope you all enjoyed your travel from your home or office or wherever you live to Big Bang Advertising. I really appreciate you all reaching here on time and conquering the traffic jams. I think you guys must be listening to Radio Mirchi traffic updates and wisely choosing your routes.”

“Ms. Pinto . . . come to the point. Put on the presentation,” Robert mumbled, his lips pursed and his broad jaw becoming even broader as anger and stress crept onto his face and creased his forehead.

“Oh! Yeah . . . I totally forgot why we are here. So, ladies and gentlemen, I’m going to show you something you’ve never seen before. Any guesses?”

Utter silence in the room.

“Here comes a rescuer for all women’s hair problems—Silk And Shine hair tonic. No matter who you are—a college girl, a working woman, a housewife, or a latecomer like me, Silk And Shine keeps you on time even when you don’t have time.

“Apply it on your wet hair, dry hair, or morning hair, and be the charm of everyone’s eyes—use Silk And Shine, and Be On Time.”

The blue LED screen still shone behind June’s back, with the AC sending cold waves to her body.

“We’re expecting the video and the presentation, not a live act. But it was good. We liked it. I think we can work on this.” A middle-aged, short-haired lady from the client’s panel smiled before clapping and nodding her approval.

***

“Good, you did it well.”

“Thanks, Robert. I hope it’s not my last day in the office.”

“I want to see you on time.”

“Oh, yeah. Definitely.”

“In the evening. Six. Sharp. At Lamps.”

“What?”

“Be on time, Ms. Pinto. Be on time,” he gave a chortle, before entering his room.

~End~

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Romantic Short Stories Week #2: How to Lose a Guy

Here come’s Monday, and the time is 11:30 IST. A new week and a new short romantic story. This week’s flash is something mild and lighthearted. Hope you like it.

Week #2

Title: How to Lose a Guy

“I love him, I love him not.

“I love him, I love him not.

“Oh, Shit, I love him. Do I really love him?

“I don’t know. It’s just been three months, and his possessiveness has started bothering me. What to do with this Yasir named adhesive gel?”

Ezra asked Jasmine as she irritatingly plucked the last of the rose petal and tossed the twig in the overgrown wild bushes of the campus backyard.

“I think you better dump him and walk off. Three months! I swear I can’t go beyond one month with the same guy.” Jasmine raised her eyebrows taking a sip of her diet Coke.

“I know dear with so many attractive faces roaming around, it’s not wise to stick with a single guy. But, there should be a reason for the breakup. And, all my breakup skills fail when it comes to Yasir.” Ezra threaded her hair with her fingers leaning against the back of the backyard bench.

Romantic Short Stories: Your Weekly Dose of Flash Fiction, Week #2“He’s a mind controller it seems. Why don’t you ask him to meet you at a coffee shop and then turn up with a hot-looking guy, you know.” Jasmine nibbled on her sandwich as she handed the Coke can to Ezra.

“Foolish. Think something else,” Ezra said before sipping the cold drink.

“Okay…How about this – You go with him but drool over other hot-looking dudes. I’m sure he’ll dump you. I’m telling you – this trick works amazingly well with possessive assholes.”

“This sounds awful.”

“Fine, the last – you kiss his best friend making sure he watches you while you do the act.”

“I can’t kiss his best friend.” Ezra painfully curved her lips.

“Why?”

“Because Chirag has chapped lips, and he also suffers from gingivitis. Yasir told me once. Yuck!”

“Oh! God save his girlfriend from getting bleeding gums.” Jasmine took a deep breath as she grabbed the Coke can from Ezra.

Bring Bring

Ezra’s cell phone vibrated in her purse.

“Talk of the devil and the devil’s here. It’s Chirag,” Ezra muttered as she swiped the cell phone to attend Chirag’s call.

“What? How? Where?” She fired a series of questions on the caller as she rose to her feet and ran towards the main college premises.

“Yeah, I’m coming where is he?” Keeping the cell phone closer to her ear, she hastily ran to the interior courtyard while Jasmine tailed her till the end of the crowded hallway.

“What happened? You’re running like a shepherd boy who has lost all his sheep in the jungle.” Jasmine called her from behind.

“Yasir not well. He met with an accident. He’s sitting in the canteen.”

“Canteen?,” Jasmine’s eyes narrowed and her eyebrows grew V. “He should be in the hospital. What is he doing in the canteen? Eating samosas huh?”

“It’s a minor one silly. I need to go see him.”

“This is the time silly. Don’t bother and he’ll think you don’t care and will finally leave you.”

“This isn’t the time Jass. Hope he’s alright.” Her eyes glazed as she strode towards the college canteen.

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Romantic Short Stories: A Weekly Dose of Flash Fiction

No lengthy scenes and descriptions. Just a quick read that takes no more than 5 minutes of yours. From now on, I’ll be posting similar kind of flash fiction every Monday 11:30 AM IST. So, if you’re a lover of short romantic stories, stay tuned.

Week – 1

Title: A U-Turn

Rains lashed onto my bare back as I scooped up her fragile frame and carried her out of the car. Perhaps, she’d passed out, couldn’t endure the pain she suffered.

Perhaps, she just pretended to be asleep. Never wanted to face the reality. Never wanted to see the man who left her alone in the dark of the night.

All alone, I didn’t know how long she waited for me.

Not bothering to look at her exposed thighs hidden scantily under my shirt, I made my way to the front door of the house.

She whined under the fur blanket as I cleaned the scars and bruises with warm water.

Signs of sufferings, a brutal assault. Someone had robbed my soul, assaulted the woman I loved the most.

Fuck.

I couldn’t protect her.

Monsters hidden underneath human skin ran away when I reached the spot where I left her.

A casual argument.

I didn’t realize when it transformed into a battle of sexes. Rants of feminism and gender equality. She forced me to pull over.

I could have stopped her, could have apologized. But, I did nothing when she got out of the car.

Instead of waiting for her to cool down, I drove away. It was an hour later I realized my mistake and took a U-turn in haste.

She quivered inside the blanket. Her whimpers communicated the trauma she bore on her soul.

“I’m here baby,” I whispered in her ear, caressing the entangled mess of her hair.

She opened her eyes.

Tears slid down the corners of her eyes.

“I lost it. I struggled but I lost it. They were four.” Her words pierced needles in my ears, shredding my skin and exposing the bones underneath.

“Calm down sweetie. You need rest. Shall I get something for you? How about a cup of hot chocolate.”

“I need you. Promise me you’ll never leave me again even when I tell you to go away. Even when I fight with you. Promise me you’ll tackle my tantrums. Hold me in your arms when I’m angry. Kiss me when I cry.”

“I Promise sweetheart. Do I deserve an apology?” I asked my gaze dipping to the carpet.

She held my hands. “Have you informed the cops?”

“Not yet. Do you want to do it now or we can go tomorrow,” I replied meeting her gaze.

Romantic Short Stories: A Weekly Dose of Flash Fiction, mariyamhasnain.com“Thanks,” she said, her eyes glistening.

“Thanks for what?”

“I thought you perhaps don’t want to involve the police because of your reputation of a clean guy. It could be hard for you at work. Your social life. Your friends. They will question.”

“Nothing’s more important than you. Life’s all about taking a U-turn and starting afresh. Please allow me to take that turn where I’m just a teenage boy who is deeply madly in love with a girl.”

She looked in my eyes as my grip tightened on her hand.

“I’ll get some hot chocolate for us,” I said holding back my tears.

Men don’t cry, do they?

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