Let me tell you a tale--a tale about a boy and a girl so destined for perfection that you could taste life in the moonglow that shone down onto their bodies as they tangled into one.
She was wild like a fire-red alley cat running rampant in the night. She could break hearts not only with the curiosity in her smile, but by the mere sashay of her walk. She was, in essence, the unattainable dream, the wild angel, but she was more dangerous than the dark purple clouds that spell doom above. She could steal your soul and disappear into the shadows before you even knew your life was missing. And she wouldn't think twice about doing it. She was largely nocturnal, but threatening nonetheless--much as one would think a thief to be. But as permanent as her crimes may be, her actions were strangely legal. She was a felon with no felony, a competitor with no competition, a friend with few friendships, and a leader whose followers could never seem to keep up. She never met a challenge she didn't have a taste for. She was strong like the wind, sudden like the thunder, and louder than the silence that screams obscenities from every narrow crack that curses the sidewalk. She wasn't apathetic by choice, however; the blows from her childhood scarred more than her happiness. They scarred her mere existence and will to live. Her father's anger and the excuses that always followed forced her to shy away from human protection. She held no signs of arrogance or egocentrism, contrary to popular belief. Her aggression was often read as powerful, but she's never stopped running from the past. There are some mountains so majestic even brave men dare not approach.
And him--he had a heart of gold. His charm was excitingly obvious but, like her, he ran free and answered only to his conscience. He'd never been in love, but lust might as well have been his middle name. It was easy to see that he'd stomped on more hearts than Patrick Swayze and Robert Redford combined, though he was completely unaware of each instance. You could compare him to a random freckle: dark and mysterious, but pleasing still. His power was admittedly a series of raging rapids. The world would stop turning at the very snap of his fingers. Show him an opportunity and he'd release his relentless determination for success. If sex was fast food, there'd be a neon sign above his bed. His carelessness stemmed not from a lack of consideration for others, but rather from the ticking time bomb embedded in his heart.
No boy could tame her, and no girl, him. They came together only to feed off the resistance that slowly seeped from their skin. When she waltzed into his office on that warm winter day, she had no intentions of staying, no intentions of falling in love. To her, love was nothing more than a clever crook of desire, endlessly altering the lives of naive pioneers on their journey to find open hearts. She'd never let anyone sweep her off her feet--instead, she was running before they knew she was gone.
But it wasn't destiny who walked her into that parlor; instead, it was her looking after a young and naive friend making young and naive mistakes. It wasn't love at first sight or even one of those meant-to-be type of love stories. It was nothing more than a smile and a kind word; Cupid took it from there.
And as the weeks went by, they placed themselves in each others' company more and more often. It was quite the opposite of everything they'd had before. He withdrew his defenses upon seeing the promising rays in her eyes. She rebuilt burnt bridges at the sound of his voice. She could feel him making love to her every time he let a laugh slip just a little too soon. He could read her like a book, but she struggled with his meaning like one might do with century-old poetry. When they finally fell in love, as though they'd never had before, the love they shared was made of gossamer trust and leopard speed. How often do we see something more beautiful than bright yellow tulips against a cloudless summer sky?
Yet it was a love against all odds and it was, at the very least, destined for destruction. For two dreamers cannot forever find complete satisfaction without drifting. To dream is to drift. To commit is to throw away your dreams in exchange for the stability that comes with the kept promise of two souls merging into one. And death only comes when one soul backs out of the deal.

I really liked your story. I dont know why but I can relate to your story. It is lke one of those things where everyone would want to fantacizw themselves. Though no one tame the guy/gal but when they met each other everything fell into place. You do have a way with words and I really like the way you described and presented them. Bravo! So when can I expect to read more?

wow! nice story from a mysterious sajhaite. Keep coming.

Want to add more compliment to the writer. Each sentences were incredible and I picked this one up:
''To commit is to throw away your dreams in exchange for the stability that comes with the kept promise of two souls merging into one.''

K ho mysti mero jastai jastai story yaar...:p
See mine here:--->
http://www.sajha.com/sajha/html/OpenThread.cfm?forum=2&ThreadID=22274

Nice use of words and u have got the touch dude...Hope to see more from ur side

~Nirman~

kool story.. ;).... and very extra ordinary way of writting that story.. liked it alot... cant wait to read more:)...

burn baby burn..its awesome..somehow i hope they don't end up in two worlds..as it happens then..ouuuchh

ditto story in the pocket of my heart, leemme ask you, say she flees off from his uncrypted world (fake egos) and she become a wildfire in hurt..is there any possibility these two evr getting together..not unless worlds stumble down

Beautifully composed and an interesting plot.

Destined for destruction eh? I wonder how it is endless then? Or perhaps it is so preciesly because of that? Hmmm.....

Yes ko lagi chai "Thumbs up, I want my thunder."

IndisGuise:)

Great story - I really enjoyed reading it - thanks for sharing it.

Is it just me - whenever I read love stories on Sajha I always think they are so much like my own stories. I guess that's really a tribute to the writers of Sajha who can connect so well to their readers. Great job, MysteriousMe and all the others - please continue sharing such good stuff.

To good life.

dedicated to the author of the story:

Adventurous lovers

Those who act in different names
To play the mind games
Change like autumn weather
To fulfil their iniquitous venture
Don?t know that they are played
On themselves by their fate

Who romance in fake propensity
Attempt to profit on other?s naivety
And thrive to zap other?s integrity
To quench their wanton entity
End up consumed by self destruction
Like a flimsy, sandy construction

Snakes that are used to stinging
On those innocent easy pickings
Wriggle towards the Charmer finally
With their heads squeezed brutally
They culminate in a murky show case
And survive on the Charmer?s grace

As faithful pets are amply fed
Stray dogs are seldom cared
If you long for bits and pieces
Misery rounds off your nemesis
Love, relationship rests on loyalty
Cheating calls heartbreaking casualty.

*With their heads squeezed brutally = With their neck squeezed brutally.

"For two dreamers cannot forever find complete satisfaction without drifting. To dream is to drift".

Agree. so one has to be a dreamer and another has to be a realist. failed.

"To commit is to throw away your dreams in exchange for the stability that comes with the kept promise of two souls merging into one".

Core of the story :)

nice one!

True love still exists!
काठमाडौं, असार २५ - एक नवविवाहित जोडीले शनिबार बिहान chobharस्थित झोलुंगे पुलबाट हाम फालेर आत्महत्या गरेका छन् ।
घरबाट भागेर प्रेम विवाह गरेको तीन दिन नबित्दै कीर्तिपुर-१४ का २२ वषर्ीय डिकेश महर्जन र २१ वर्षीया अनिता महर्जनले बिहान ५ बजे चोभारको झोलुंगे पुलबाट हाम फालेका थिए ।

पुलबाट ३० मिटरमुनि वाग्मती दोभानको ढुंगामा उनीहरू बजारिएका थिए । घाइते अवस्थामा केटीले गुहार गरेपछि स्थानीय बासिन्दाले प्रहरीलाई खबर गरेका थिए । कीर्तिपुर प्रहरी निरीक्षक रमेशकुमार गौतमका अनुसार खुट्टा लुलो भएका डिकेश र अनितालाई जीवित अवस्थामा उद्धार गरी एम्बुलेन्सबाट स्थानीय बासिन्दाको सहयोगमा बिहान ६ बजे वीर अस्पताल पुर्?याइएको थियो । उपचार हुँदाहुँदै ७ बजे अनिताको र एक घन्टापछि डिकेशको मृत्यु भएको थियो । परिवारले उनीहरूको विवाह स्वीकार नगरेपछि दुवैले आत्महत्या गरेको प्रहरीकोे अनुमान छ । मर्ने युवक र युवतीका अभिभावक डकर्मी काम गर्छन् । युवतीका पिता जोगिता महर्जनले बिहीबारदेखि बेपत्ता छोरीको खोजी गरिरहेका थिए ।

haam pani falnu ani guhar pani maagnu? biha garna napayera atma hatya..ram ram ke sunna paryo

कस्तो कूरा गर्या D.C. Girl ले, यी दूई हाम्फाल्ने बितिकै मरेको भए कसैलाइ गुहार्ने नै थिएन
नी? बिचरा दिवाना Teenage जोडी थियो होला. I feel sorry for them.
And I think they didn't kill themselves due to failure in getting marry.
Actually, they were not able to face society.

i didnt even realize , my story was going to be hit:P... well thankz guyz n gurlz for appreciating it.. i will try to write some more when i will get time...:)