The Unpredictable Monarch - The Most Dominant Force Forever! Part 9
"Kampong Glam, Singapore. Humairah Karthik and walked around the fishing village. Humairah Then Karthik gifted a beautiful T-shirt and a pair of shoes in formal Bussorah Bussorah Mall on track.
" Vaishnavi hit me a few Malay dishes. Hainanese Chicken Rice, Chilli Crab and Makan are quite famous here it seems. Will you give me company, Karthik? "
" I will not eat. But I'll get in Kandahar Street or Arab Street. "
" Where are we now? "
" Sultan Mosque. It's pretty famous here. "Karthik
waited outside the mosque and said:" Humairah, go and come back. I was waiting outside. "Humairah went to the mosque and, after some time.
" Why are not you there? "She said Karthik.
she was struggling with an answer to the question." What did you ask, Humairah? "
she gave a cheeky reply:" God, Please give us a good woman Karthik!
Karthik silent. Humairah explored Karthik "If you do not mind, can I ask you something?" Karthik nodded his head. "What do you think of love, Karthik? "
" I have no major effect on what people think love is. But the real version of Love is fantastic. It is not fed. It is in every instinctive. He lives in you, me and all living beings. It's just that in some dormant and active in others. But for some it is just another form of sex ... But love is not just sex. "
This response could not be stopped from continuing Humairah" Sex is important, is not it? "
" Sex is certainly a part of love. There is only one part of love, say, 10%, mmmm, 15%, that's all. "
" Have you ever loved a girl? "She paused," I mean, do you love Vaish?
Karthik was not impressed with these issues. But there will always be concealed disapproval, he replied: "No Vaishu is my best friend."
He saw Humairah and hesitantly inquired
"Do You Love Someone Humairah?"
"No, I would you have loved, if I am an Indian. "Karthik
was in an uproar.
" You're a nice person. Why did you help me? Why are you so nice Karthik, "she blabbered.
Karthik was silent again.
Humairah curious," How do you greet in Tamil? "
" Vanakkam replied, "Karthik.
" What do you say "I love you ' ?
Karthik hide his anger and said: "kaadalikeraen unnai naan."
Humairah laughed and took on Karthik.
"Really?" I will miss you karthik, when I go back to London. "
changeHumairah face and her eyes said. At least.
Humairah bought some gifts for their parents and friends in Kandahar Street and Arab Street. She enjoyed Malay cuisine. Karthik was eating nothing. They returned to the house Vaishnavi night.
"Vaish Karthik Give something to eat. He is hungry. "
Vaishnavi went into the kitchen to bring food for Karthik. Humairah took Karthik again," Karthik, you know, a man from my country and married a girl from your city today! "
Karthik" No idea. "
" Salman Rushdie, the celebrated British writer Padmalakshmi married a model from Chennai. "
Karthik question" who told you all these stupid new? "
" I am a journalist. Mind you! "Said a proud Humirah.
Vaishnavi Meanwhile, came with a plate of food for karthik.
Vaishnavi asked:" What is the problem? "
Humairah said jovially Karthik loves me."
Vaishnavi laughed.
Karthik But no joy. But he said not so playful, Hum. Jus' another two days. We may never meet in life thereafter. "Interrupted
Vaishnavi" Why are you serious, Karthik? "Resolves
Humairah eyes in tears.
" on, Humairah "Vaishnavi Come comforted.
" Tomorrow is Sunday. All three of us go to Sentosa. Humairah wiped her tears. Karthik ended the dinner. Humairah went to change a dress. It came with a transparent, white shirts and shorts. Vaishnavi was not too comfortable. Karthik was also in Catch-22. Karthik's eyes were focused on the physical assets Humairah's the first time. For now, the love is a form of sex for him. Physical attractiveness is definitely important for so-called "love." Karthik soon got out of the city. Humairah had, as usual, with a nightly chat with Vaishnavi. Humairah revealed by all means Vaish that she is crazy about Karthik.
17th April 2004.
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