Jab WE met in Paris

I landed Paris in the perfect month of June and reached Bateau Parisiens, central Paris, located at the foot of Eiffel Tower to enjoy the most beautiful Parisian boulevards along the river Seine. I love to be with Bateau Parisiens whenever I go to Paris to save my ass from my father: their services are just marvelous.  

I booked Le Bretagne which happened to be my favorite in the list of their 'Restaurant Boats' , and I always descend to reach the aft, just to relish the beautiful moments a bit longer in solitude. I was keeping an eye on every passing serenity which was tranquilizing my soul from within, and I happened to meet 'her'. 

"At the aft, and that too in a Restaurant Boat?" The inquiry came out of curiosity and also because I did my schooling from a Boys' School then Mechanical Engineering, as soon as she reached within my proximity. 

"Hmm." She took a sip from her glass and let the rest of it flow from her glass staring somewhere in the sky and ignored me perfectly. I am used to getting ignored by beautiful girls, but this was way above. 

I decided to turn away and enjoy what I paid for, but she was way beautiful to be ignored. Her ruffled hairs were irritating her, but she was careless enough to let that beautify her even more. Her doe-eyed made it more irresistible to not look at her. Her beauty was getting aggrandized by each passing moment.  

"Hi, I am Anaaya," She said while placing the empty glass carelessly and her hands reaching out to mine, "I am sorry, I was just lost." 

"That's perfectly fine, I know I am handsome." I used my wit to be insulted soon only.

"But you're fat," She trolled me the very next second, "What do you do?" 

"I do nothing, but I have just cleared ACET..." I kept praying not to get trolled again. 

"Really! but you're fat," she started laughing with her innocent eyes teary making it more glittery. 

She trolled me again. 

I really need to know how is being fat related to your intelligence; what if neither Bill Gates, Steve Jobs or Mark Zuckerberg are fat. 

We gelled quite well: she was trolling me and I was getting trolled. We exchanged our contacts before we bade adieu each other. Thanks to Mark's intelligence we were able to contact each other on Facebook. 

She teased me every single time we chatted whether I really cracked ACET or it was just to impress her; I bloody cracked it and I told to impress her, but I couldn't tell her that. Our friendship grew stronger day by day, and on one fine day she asked if I am committed to any girl or BOY. Her questions always showed her prowess to troll anyone, and I was stunned by the question which I couldn't really answer to her instantly, definitely not because I am gay, but committed to a girl or not.

It was a complex thing to say – on one hand I liked her immensely, and on the other hand I wasn't ready to love her the way I would have wanted to or might be she was asking it genuinely, but my heart never agreed for the later thought. She was a queen and I knew I couldn't have afforded to treat her like one. I didn't know whether I was making a mistake or not but I held a belief that I would marry a girl only if I could make and keep her like a queen, sounds childish – yes it is!!! 

"Yeah, her name is Arshini... and... she is quite happy to have me," I lied to her. 

"I bet she must be chubby," She trolled me again, "because you could make her laugh all day." At least she appreciated my jocular adroitness. 

We still share a real bond which is way above than friendship, which is selfless, not demanding, not complaining. We haven't met after our Paris's sightseeing. I respect her, and she still trolls me even though I am fit enough (I am still not having six packs), working for Gardner Rich and Co. (Intelligent! Isn't it). 

Was it wrong or was it right? Should love or practicality of life be given chance? Whether I deserved her or not, whether she liked me or not, should I have lied? Some questions are unanswered, it's better to speak up, and work your ass off to get what you want, and how you want – most importantly – do you really want it?