Being His Fangirl

"From the day, Almighty has decided to create my existence, I am bind with you. The reason behind my birth is to love you. I eat food, drink water, inhale oxygen, only to be alive to love you unconditionally, without any reason and without any kind of expectation. I sleep only to get your dreams at night. My days starts, dreaming about you and ends, listening to your songs. In the world where life is a intigration of birth and death, you are the only constant of my life. Long story in short, you may be the rockstar for the world, but for me you are my world. I love you Arhaan Malhotra. I love you so much." Antara said while looking deep inside his hazel brown eyes which were her favourite ocean to drown into. She could hear the smooth violin tune in her surroundings when his intense gaze matched with her. Damn those eyes.. They were in their most beautiful view, when he looked directly into her eyes. Her thoughts halted when Arhaan hold her s

~Antara~ "The music volume was too high. The neighbours were going to complain for sure." I muttered coming out from the washroom. There was loud music coming from my side apartment. Though I was a music lover, but not our neighbouring peoples. They always had a complain, even if I played the music in a normal sound. Whoever was playing, must be a new neighbour in the side apartment.  Holding the towel in my hand, I posed in front of the mirror. Ahh... The smell of wet hair!  I was not a self obsessed girl. But I only loved my hairs, when they were wet. The only time, they stayed in a perfect shape. Well, I had a curly... No... Not much curly but wavy hair. And the favourite time pass of their was to be tangled with each other or with other things, like my pen, eyeglass or sometimes even they gave spaces to vegetables like lady finger to hang themselves. And another best talent about them was their mood. In dry

~Antara It was a sunny day. The warm rays in the month of December had its own role to make the day beautiful, but I was thrilled only by the idea of seeing Arhaan in front of me. I stole another glance of him to confirm that it was not a dream. He spared me weird look, while I gave him a toothy grin.After driving continuously for one hour and forty five minutes, according to my lead, we reached at the out skirts of the city. That's when I asked Arhaan to stop the car. We were at the end of the city - at a hill station.We came down and Arhaan looked at me. While I was too busy in inhaling the air. The air smelled too nice, as if it contained the smell of vanilla. I closed my eyes and opened my arms widely to feel the freshness."Antara!" Arhaan called, but I ignored him. Yes, he was my favorite ro