Silhouette
Rohan Paxton
Language: English
Pages: 109
ISBN: 1:00036063
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
This book has been compiled with all the volumes in the hit series "Silhouette". This is the diary of a guy named Herald and the girl whom he was in love with. A love story written like no other. Will Herald get the one whom he desires for more than anything else in this world?
Read on to find out.
maybe her roommates or she herself? Thinking this I was dismayed to a great length. Until then I thought she didn't use Facebook from a week and that was the reason she did not accept my request and neither had seen my messages in her inbox. Bullshit, I was so wrong! When I randomly visited one of her friend's Facebook profile, I saw on each and every photo that he had posted, my girl had hit LIKE on it. He was a handsome guy, no doubt. He would post something almost every day and Delina used to
them! Why you’re wasting your time on me? That would be meaningless." "But I love you, not them! Well, Delina, I guess there have been past experiences for you where some stranger would have bamboozled you. But I am not of that kind. Have you never fell in love? Why don't you understand my feelings or why you behave like you don't give anything about love? I don't know. But I love you. I can say that much. Hmm, I really do. Good night, dear." After that, Delina didn't reply to even one message
Luckily to state, there were up till today no such third-eye-like-ones between Delina and me. As I happened to chat with Benny on Facebook, I asked her if she plays keyboard and she said she doesn't and asked if I played it. I said yes. After one day she texted me telling me to go to her house with the keyboard. I so sincerely wanted my girl to have been there, then I'd surely have gone, yeah, for now I have Benny's invitation of course! I prayed she should never turn out to be the third one in
would let me realize I have never seen a girl like her, she was beauty personified. I didn't see her much during the first few months of her shifting to my area. Initially she wasn't used to staring at me the way I did at her, nor was she used to even glance at me. I could only be on a vague virtuous expectation that one day I'd be able to talk to her. It used to get a little common and during one such day, in the beginning when I didn't know where her house exactly was, I happened to walk to the
and waited for about ten minutes there, assuming they'd return by then. When I reached the point where I could see her house, I saw her sitting on the compound wall with the same friend who was with her. She had already changed her dress, as she wore a sleeveless top, maybe she was wearing it inside. I did not take a left to my home then but went to a lonely place, farther down from where I stayed. It was more like countryside with fresh vegetables and crops grown in the fields and the tiny