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Angel & Al

  Copyright 2016 Adwitiya Dixit

  Table of Contents

  Acknowledgements

  Prologue

  She

  That’d Be Fun!

  I’m Sorry Angel!

  Her Doubts

  Feminine Footprints

  Chirp! Chirp!

  Pale

  Allow me, Mademoiselle

  Chef

  Go Fly Already

  Mind The Foot

  Al Junior

  When I First Saw You

  Blush Blush!

  Sleep Angel

  Promoted

  Box Shaped Heart

  Cafune

  A Busy Day

  So Uncivil Of Us!

  Snatch

  You Made Me Shy

  Breakfast

  Smile

  Al!

  Traveler

  Rainbow

  Hush!

  “Is That For Real?”

  Gloomy Rain

  Stories

  About The Author

  Connect With Adwitiya Dixit

  Acknowledgements

  I would like to thank my parents. The initial motivation to write Angel & Al was derived from them. They are what I tried to capture in these stories because they have the sweetest love story ever! So a shout-out to my parents for the first love story I ever heard and was a part of it too. Thank you for raising me up to be who I am and thank you for supporting me.

  A huge thank you to those who are a part of my blog. For those who have been with me in my blogging journey ever since the beginning. Thank you for all the support I received from you.

  A special thank you to the two people who are responsible for steering me into proper fiction. Achint and Apoorvi, they no longer remember me to be honest, were the ones I hold to be responsible for making me take writing seriously. Thank you for channeling my creativity in the right direction.

  The Angel for whom all of these were originally written, thank you. This wouldn’t exist without you.

  Prologue

  The stories which follow revolve around two fictional characters, Angel and Al. Angel is a medical student and Al is a writer. But if I am honest to you, they are not fictional. The stories are not stories. I wouldn’t categorize these into fiction. I could say that the following are a collection of meet-cutes but no. I firmly believe that Angel and Al are more than just a fictional couple.

  I believe that we all know who an Angel and Al.

  In the busy life that we all live in this modern society begins to take a toll on our relationships. I guess we all know an Angel and Al who in this stressed out life show us that happiness is not in living a lavish life but sharing small moments which fill our heart with joy and make it flutter like a butterfly.

  I thank Angel and Al for showing me what love truly is and I hope that you understand their message too.

  She

  She.

  She is a storm in a whisper.

  An orchestra in a breath.

  Michelangelo in a glance.

  Shakespeare in a word.

  Da Vinci in a stroke.

  She is a gazelle in her walk.

  A tigress in her pounce.

  She is the moon summarized.

  The sun minimized.

  She is the rainbow alive.

  She is.

  She.

  Yes.

  She is She.

  For she is a woman.

  That'd Be Fun!

  "And then the groom kisses the bride and the priest pronounces them husband and wife.", I said to you as you put your head on my shoulder and we looked up at the night sky. Forming constellations which do not exist and aren't real.

  "But don't you think it is boring?", you said and I let out a slight giggle.

  "I guess it is.", I said. "You want to make it fun?"

  "Yes. I want something which will be like our personal way of doing it. It'll be special and it'll be unique to us.", you said and turned to your shoulder to look at me. "You're the writer.", you said excitedly. "You tell me something which is fun and unique."

  "I can kidnap you, Angel.", I said.

  "No. That's stereotypical. I will kidnap you.", you said and we both shared a little laughter.

  "As you say, mademoiselle. Kidnap me in a bike with side car. That's almost unheard of."

  "What about our apparel?", you said and I let out a little hmm as I pretended to think.

  "You come in your pajamas. And with your bunny shaped slippers. I will come in tennis shorts and flip-flops.", I said and we both roared with laughter.

  When we settled ourselves down and looked into each other's eyes, you leaned closer and asked, "What about our vows?"

  I looked into your eyes and traced the back of my hand on your right shoulder and said, "Well, I will vow that forevermore and beyond I shall be your husband. Your words shall be my guide and you shall be my wife. Till the day God himself dies."

  "And my vows?", you asked.

  "Your vows...", I said and pretended to think once again with my lips pressed together. You looked at me with an anxious look. "You just say that You Do."

  I looked at you look at me and in that moment I felt that the day had seized. I knew that I was forever wed to this girl.

  I'm Sorry Angel!

  "I'm sorry Angel", I whispered into your ear and rested my forehead at your temple. "I won't be able to do it."

  To be fair to you, this was pretty random. This indeed was very random. It was so random that at one moment my lips were at your nape and the next moment my lips were at your ear saying that I won't be able to do it. As a sane person should, you too looked at me with concern in your eyes and looked at me with a bewildered look.

  "What you won't be able to do, my dear Al? As long as I have known you, there has been practically nothing which you have not said that you cannot do or you have not done. What is it, Al?", you said and tried to look into my eyes.

  "I know Angel. But... this is different. This is something that I honestly cannot do. This is something that I can really not do.", I said and my voice became raspy. And tiny little tears welled up in my eyes.

  You saw me and knew that this thing was really really bothering me. That thing was more than being just another thing and was a lot more than being just another thing. It was something which resided in my soul and was something which I really really feared was something which I cannot do. Perplexed, amused and bemused you held me tightly in an embrace.

  "Whatsoever it is or it was, I am sure that now you can do it and Al you always have me with you.", you said and I hugged you back tightly and hid my head in your neck and underneath your hair. They trickled and tickled at my nape but I didn't mind.

  "Tell me what happened. We will fix it together, I assure you.", you said and I loosened my grip on you and looked into your eyes.

  "I saw a little girl the other day outside your medical college.", I said and you shook your head affirmatively. "She had an injury and because of that she was crying and crying and crying continuously!"

  You gave my head an affectionate pat and listened to me patiently.

  "I just cannot drop our daughter to school for her first day! Shy will cry and cry and cry and cry and ask me to take her back home and I won't be able to see that.", I said.

  "Al"

  "No Angel. You take leave and you drop her."

  "Al."

  "Angel I don't know. If I go, I know that I will not be able to drop her and bring her back home. Wipe her tears on the way and give her ice-cream to lighten her mood."

  "AL!", you raised your voice a bit to silence me which strangely is very effective. "We're 20 Al. We have at least 5 years till we get a baby! Silly boy."

  "O", I said. "But I am then too not go
ing to drop her."

  "Al you talk of all these silly stuff and make me shy.", you say slowly blushing to a deep beetroot red. While I sit, unable to contemplate what made you shy.

  No amount of asking drew the answer out of you, though. I wonder why...?

  Her Doubts

  Her lower lip shivered and she was completely shattered in her appearance. Her mouth was turned to an upside down "U" and there were a lot of wrinkles around her 19-year-old young face.

  "But it's wrong.", she said and her eyes were filled to the brim with tears which were about to fall any moment now. Her eyebrows were knit together in worry and her voice was shaking.

  It was a sight I can't bear.

  "I know it's wrong. But these are not medical definitions. Just medical guidelines.", I said and kissed her forehead.

  When I again looked into her eyes, I knew something has changed. The tears had fallen from there but new ones weren't rising. The lips were forming a proper "U" now. Her skin was again smoothened as if ironed. And her eyebrows were again apart. But most importantly, the light in her eyes.

  The light was back. The amazement and the joy of a child were back. The naivety and the mischief were back. She was no longer in sorrow.

  "Yes Al.", she said in a perfectly still voice. "You're right. Thank you so much!", she said and hugged me tightly.

  I just guess. My guesses lead her to the right direction. But silly girl feels it's me who