The Many Faces of Love
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The challenge is to write a set of three 55F, where the first two sets should be a story on its own and the two stories should climax / conclude / inter-twine in the third set of 55F
“Will you marry me?”
Sunita looked at the handsome face of the man kneeling in front of her.
Everyone had warned her against him.
“He is a loafer, flirt and has shady business.”
He held her hand tenderly. She felt the tremors in her heart.
“Because I love you.”
And your wealthy dad too.
THE LOVER BOY
“Sanjiv, my best friend, come back to India fast. I have a surprise for you,” she had told him the last time.
He checked the ring again.
He will now honour the vows of love taken when they were both seven.
“You are late. She eloped two days ago.” Her father broke down into tears.
The old man sat in the balcony, staring ahead blankly.
“I wish she knew this truth before.”
The newspaper in his hand read ‘Notorious drug dealer arrested…’
“Now I will betroth her to you, if you agree.”
Sanjiv hugged the frail old man and hoped he never saw the second part ‘…wife commits suicide.’
Edited to add:
This post won me the title of “Queen of 55F“! 😀