Swetha walked quickly to avoid being in an embarrassing situation. Rahul persistently pursued her so that Swetha can understand his love. Swetha had already given her heart to Sriram. It was only a matter of days before Feb 14. She felt she could wait till then to openly assert her love to him. But, she did not anticipate this complication to happen. Of all the people in this world, Rahul had proposed to her. She knew he was a decent guy. But, she knew she also belonged to someone else. Swetha could always feel that electric spark between Sriram and herself whenever they used to chat. He was smart,intelligent and witty. Most importantly, he understood her in the way she wanted to be understood. She knew he was the right person for her. Finally, Rahul caught up with her and said "Why do you hate me?". In a nonchalant manner, Swetha replied " I don't hate you, Rahul. You are a decent guy and my good friend. It's just that I belong to someone else". "You mean that bastard Sriram? I have heard rumors that he is otherwise". "STOP IT. This conversation is over".
Despite Rahul's louder and louder accusations on Sriram, fuming with anger, Swetha left him and continued towards the bus stop still thinking on the unwarranted accusations which Rahul had cast upon her Sri. "How dare he! Did I ask him to come and propose to me? Stupid Rahul. Jealous of my Sri. Sri can never be like that. He is the epitome of gentleman". Thinking thus, she was going through the disused shortcut to catch her 130pm bus when what she saw had stopped her and her thoughts in mid-land. She felt her heart being frozen and then breaking into a zillion pieces. She can identify him even from more than a dozen mile. The appearance was unmistakable. It was he. Swetha felt that the entire world along with the Milky way and the Universe ceased to spin. Seated on a big slab in a remote corner of the campus along the disused road, Sriram was fondly stroking Mohammad's manhood.
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