Hey guys. i am back. Well this is my 2nd ONE SHOT. Thanks a lot for appreciating my first baby "THE TEN PROPOSALS".

HER VOICE..!!

The faint light emitting from the laptop’s screen was illuminating the face of the man who was so engrossed with his work, unaware that the night had befallen, that he was still sitting outside in his garden.

The trees were casting shadows around him and in the pitch darkness of the moonless night, only the pale face of the man was perceptible.

The shocking blue eyes looked cursed with a hint of black in them. The auburn hair fell ever so slightly on his eyes and he didn’t even care to flip them back. He seemed tired as evident from his unruly hair. It appeared as if he had been sitting there for hours in front of his computer. Amidst the silent swishing of leaves in the soft breeze and the occasional croaking of the frogs, a more evident sound of constant typing could be heard.

The man in question had a smile plastered on his face which looked little eerie thanks to the mangrove tree’s shade which fell on him.

I can guess that you guys are assuming him to be some sort of a lunatic and a madcap and an insane fellow to sit there in the middle of the cold winter night and bear that uncanny smile of his. But no, that’s so not the case.

Our handsome, blue-eyed subject, our six pack abs owner and muscular man in question is certainly mad and insane but not figuratively. He is mad about the girl he is currently chatting with. Nutty in her love. Lost all sense of time and space. He chats with her for days non-stop. And it all started that 11th October’s night. Our wonderful looking six feet and two inches man with oh-so-amazing-biceps (The author is straying from her actual plot which is so not good for the story). It’s better if I call him Sexy? Hot? Seductive? Oh no… Not again. Control!!

It’s better if I address him by his own name. Obviously I am so stupid. If it is his name it has to be his own. Gosh… why are you even reading a story written by a nut cracker like me? Anyways we were on his name. He is our very own Charm Lowood. Charm is the legal adviser of a huge multinational company. At the age of 28 he has his penthouse and a lovely black Lamborghini.

Coming back to the dreaded night of 11th October. He was irritated like hell. His dumb slutty girlfriend had drunk her head off in a bar and was kissing some guy like there was no tomorrow. Charm had felt like an idiot. He had forced her into his car and had dropped her at her place. He was tired of dating such low IQ girls.

He now wanted a little more than just sex. He wanted a companion who could debate with him over intellectual topics and whom he could hold when in the bed. On reaching his penthouse, he opened his apple laptop and connected to net. He liked late night surfing. He was hungry for knowledge. Also being in New York he could not meet his friends back in Europe so internet was their saving grace.

He logged into his chat messenger but none of his friends were online. Liola, Viona, Justin, Luther. None. Nobody. He cursed inwardly. Hesitantly he entered a chat room named “HISTORY”. He was ready to log out as a female messaged him to view her webcam. He knew how sex-hungry people had become these days. Superficial idiots. Net could give so much knowledge but they were busy handling their horny hormones.

As he was about to log out, it was then when he noticed a user with a weird id “HITLERHARRYpottertheHOTNESS”.

What the fuck? He hated the person before even knowing him. He hated people who supported such sadistic dictator who had the hots for killing innocent people or some Harry Potter named wizard with an idiotic scar who was fighting against an ugly monster with nostrils so huge that one could practically see his nose hair.

The monster whose name a normal person shouldn’t take looked as if he had rotten face pack smudged all over his face and in order to kill him one should just show him the mirror and that monster would blow his balls off in fear. His face was that terrible. He wanted to unleash his anger so he instantly, without giving a second thought, messaged the user.

PRINCEcaspianStrikesAgain:

People like you are a blot to this world. You like that insolent fellow who killed people for his own fun. That dwarf of a man Hitler who believed in dictatorship. And above that you find Harry Potter hot? Oh god. Have you lost your bloody mind? Who in their right senses watches this film? Or for that matter reads this book? It’s so childish and so stupid. I would prefer sweeping my floor with a broom instead of flying on it and better use that Hermione’s hair.

HITLERHARRYpottertheHOTNESS:

Oh Prince Caspian I am so sorry to offend you but let me tell you. You are one superficial, frustrated and an agitated man who wants to give an outlet to his fucking anger. Well to enlighten your brain which is worse than a hog’s shit, let me tell you.

Outward appearance isn’t everything. It’s for people who have low IQ’s (like you). Hitler may have been short in stature but he stood tall with his pride and confidence. His enigmatic aura made him look taller than all of you blokes. His personality, the air surrounding him, his brains made him tall. Admitted that he was a dictator but no one is a saint. No one is perfect.

He did what he felt right. And what’s wrong in killing the people who aren’t faithful to you. He did believe in crushing them but every person has flaws, even God. And this was his but because of the flaw we can’t ignore the fact that he was a God cannot satisfy everyone.

And coming to Harry Potter. Well I don’t even expect you to like the book because people like you read the black letters sprawled on the white paper but people like me don’t just read them but imagine them and find hidden meanings. You thought of it to be just another silly fantasy tale like your Prince Caspian’s CHRONICLES OF NARNIA but I am so sorry to tell you it’s not the case.

Harry Potter goes beyond magic and fantasy. It’s about the evil losing to good, It’s about the power of friendship and love, It’s about how love shields you from the vice. It’s about something which you’ll never understand PRINCE CASPIAN. So next time choose some dimwit to agree with you.

PRINCEcaspianStrikesAgain:

Ok I am sorry. You’re right am just angry about something and maybe taking it out on you. Your views are respected by you and vice versa in my case. I never liked dictators. And you seem to be a pretty knowledgeable girl or a guy and an avid reader too. :)

HITLERHARRYpottertheHOTNESS:

Am not a gay to find Harry and Hitler hot. So its better you know that I am a female. And it’s ok. Half of the people on internet are frustrated and looking for love or friendship or god-knows-what, so don’t be sorry.

PRINCEcaspianStrikesAgain:

Ok. Well I am Charm. And about that “nobody is perfect,not even god” line of yours, I was reminded of the film “BRUCE ALMIGHTY”. Gosh … What a film? I love it. Adore it. :D

HITLERHARRYpottertheHOTNESS:

I am !! I love it soooooo much. I can’t tell you. Jim Carrey is simply wonderful and Jennifer Anniston is an amazing person. :P

PRINCEcaspianStrikesAgain:

Ohhh yeah. Jennifer. Man she’s so hot. I wish I could…

HITLERHARRYpottertheHOTNESS:

God. Shut up. You are so mean. You’re a superficial, shallow pervert. Go watch the film “SHALLOW HAL”. You’re like that idiot. Get lost. . I was so wrong about you.

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And thus the fight went on. Tulip was wrong about him for sure but she was wrong about herself too. That night she had swore that she’ll never chat with that audacious, impudent and cheeky guy ever. But one year had passed to that day and they had chatted every night after their first chat.

In fact at times they chatted for hours and hours. And added to that Charm owned the DVD’s of the five Harry Potter films and all seven books in hardcover trying to find the hidden meaning, which he couldn’t till now.

The author strikes again. Well you all know now why he is sitting there in front of his laptop and to whom he is chatting? Well it’s Tulip and today is their first year anniversary. Through out this year these two love birds chatted when ever they got time.

The girl (I hate her and you know the reason) who is Charm’s lady love is Tulip Hatcher. She is currently doing her masters in English from Princeton University. She is extremely talented and very pretty too. Her beauty lies in her brains and the way she carries herself. She has strawberry blonde shoulder length hair, prominent cheekbones and emerald hued almond shaped eyes which she enhances with a sparkling blue eye pencil. She is five feet six inches tall and 25 years of age.

Well grudgingly I have to admit that she is a gem of a person. You know the kinds who are polite and good to even a maid. She’s that wonderful kinds. She and Charm are opposites, they fight every day but that’s the beauty of their relationship.

They hate to agree with each other over anything but they both do hold the same views about one thing-THEM. They both love each other and it so happened when Charm told her that he had banged his COMPAQ laptop against the wall on hearing that she was getting engaged, which obviously had been a joke on Tulip’s part. They both were hesitant to acknowledge their feelings but all bad things have to happen to me.

And they both unfortunately fell in love and are so in love that they want to see each other. SURPRISED?? Yes well Charm and Tulip have sworn on their poor respective laptop’s tortured keyboards that they won’t exchange their numbers or pictures. They’ll wait till they meet each other face to face. They don’t want the magic to die. Their first meeting should be very special. It should be the first time they would see each other and the first time they would hear each other.

So you can guess what love can do to two normal good looking people? I know you guys want to see them and not your boisterous author but just one thing more. I’ll now take you to the scene taking place on the laptop’s screen. Do notice their new chatting id’s and say this loudly “HOW CHEESY?” Promise?

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The real story now starts from here.

TulipLOVESCharmyPoo:

Guess what? I am visiting New York with some friends of mine. It took me ages to pursue them. I am dying to see you and more than that to hear you. I want to see the love in your eyes and hear it in your voice.

CharmyPOOmadBoutTulipDHOTNESS:

I can’t tell you baby. I am dying to hear your voice. I mean more than anything in this world. More than laying Angelina jolie :P too . To hear the excitement in your voice. To hear you say “I LOVE YOU’. I am going mad. The whole day I keep on thinking about how would my TULIP sound?

TulipLOVESCharmyPoo:

What say about “LIKE A GUY”? hehehe. Really. What if you find out that I am a guy? You won’t kill me na?

CharmyPOOmadBoutTulipDHOTNESS:

No I won’t. I’ll just slaughter your balls and play ping pong with them. Is that okay? Jokes apart sugar . Are you really coming here the next week? The first thing I want you to do on seeing me is to shout “I LOVE YOU” irrespective of where ever you are and with who ever you are.

TulipLOVESCharmyPoo:

Sure my panda. Oops. Got to go. Have got loads of things to do. Gosh. Am too exited. Love you my Pumpkin. Mwaaaaah. See you soon.

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For Charm one week seemed like an eternity. He was losing his mind. He wanted to hear Tulip’s voice so badly. Since he was a kid, he had a fetish for voices. He used to sit in the park and listen to people speaking. He loved the feel of a different voice. It’s strange to explain but Charm judged people not by their appearance but by their voice. Well that’s Charm Lowood for you.

In fact he had left his job as the legal adviser for MICROSOFT just because he had not liked Bill Gate’s voice.

I don’t entirely blame him. Every person has some criteria for judging a stranger. Can you believe it? Oh he may come across to you as a crackpot. BUT A HANDSOME CRACKPOT.

For your author, me that is, I judge people by their shoes and jeans’ think that what a pervert I am because they find me staring at their butts and well girls think that I am you can guess what as I am a girl too. But the reality is poles apart from what they think it is. Maybe at times it is and at times the guys’ butts are too appealing. Don’t blame me. I just can't help it.

So Charm had something for voices. He was dreading and waiting for the moment when he would hear Tulip. Dreading because what if he didn’t like it and waiting because he loved her and her voice won’t make a difference. In the past his girl friends were judged by their voices. Well no body is normal in today’s world. We all carry our lunatic asylum with us every time. Charm was no exception.

He found himself wondering every time as to how Tulip’s voice would be? Would it be charming like Anniston or sultry like Jolie or maybe husky like Bryan Adams but in a feminine way? He liked Cameron Diaz’s voice. Or maybe it is like this receptionist or the sexy blonde standing next to him or maybe like … Oh god. He was losing his mind now.

One week somehow passed. The day was here. And sitting in the flight, Tulip was nervous. She was going to meet the love of her life. Falling in love on net was stupid but well she was in love. How would Charm be?? He was good looking considering the amount he boasted about his girlfriends but what if it was a lie. Well she was having doubts now. Chatting was so better than meeting the person in real. God, since when did she become an escapist.

On the other hand, Charm was going bonkers deciding what to wear. His penthouse floor was covered with T-shirts and coats and pants and jeans and shoes and what nots. Finally settling for blue denims, white T shirt and a black corduroy overcoat with brown Woodland shoes he locked his penthouse and walked towards his Lamborghini. He checked himself for one final time and started the engine.

Everything was going smooth but thanks to his damned luck, there was a huge traffic jam and it would open in an hour. Tulip’s flight was due in another fifty minutes or so. He didn’t have her number so that he could inform her. Oh Jesus. He was stuck. Finally what seemed like an eternity the traffic sorted out. He raced his car as if he was pregnant and was going to deliver soon.

He could see the airport in the distance. He took a deep breath. This was it. This was the moment he had been waiting for the past one year. He was fifteen minutes late. He soon found an empty spot and parked his car.

There was a huge rush. Eager relatives hurrying off with their guests in their cars. Sorrowful people bidding goodbyes. It was a huge chaos. Tulip might have come out till now. Crossing the road seemed impossible. Cars were busy arriving and departing and he was stuck on the pavement. He hated this. And then he saw her.

Amidst the hustle bustle she looked like a princess, dressed to kill in her simple straight cut blue denims and a black body hugging black shirt. Her strawberry blonde hair fell on her shoulders and huge black goggles covered her eyes. He could hear nothing.

The rushing cars had disappeared suddenly. The whole world had come to a stop. He knew she had seen him because as soon as she lifted her goggles , he saw her eyes looking at his direction. And then their eyes met. The blue and green merged and formed a color of LOVE. They had known that recognizing each other won’t be a problem. They were soul mates. Meant to be together.

He was craving to hear her voice. To hear her say “I LOVE YOU”. He saw her lips moving. But he couldn’t hear her and as if in a trance moved or rather glided towards her. Her expression changed and now she seemed to be shouting. He could not comprehend the reason. And then he felt it. That sharp stab of pain hit him like a tornado.

Suddenly all the cars appeared from no where and he was lost in the honking of horns. He could see her running towards him but he had this sinking feeling within him. And the next moment his head had hit the ground. He saw the metallic grey road turn crimson. WAS THAT HIS BLOOD? He could not fathom. He tilted his head and saw Tulip running towards him.

The last thought in his mind before he lost consciousness was that Tulip was breathtakingly gorgeous and he had not yet heard her voice and Tulip hadn’t said “I LOVE YOU”.

He got up and found himself lying on a white bed within a white walled room. He hated this much white. It seemed that nobody was in his room because he couldn’t hear anyone speaking. Well accidents do happen.

He was just a little unlucky but at least he did not die. He chuckled to himself. He was dying to see Tulip and to hear her voice. He looked around and it was then he saw that his room was full of people. There were doctors and nurses in white and his Tulip in black. They were talking nervously and Tulip seemed broken. He smiled and thought “Don’t worry sugar plum. I am here now”.

Well something was nagging at the back of his mind. He could not exactly put a finger on it. But something about what he had thought earlier or seen. And then it hit him like a volcano had burst within him. The doctors were talking nervously but he couldn’t hear them. He couldn’t hear a word. In fact earlier when he had chuckled, he hadn’t heard it too. The reality dawned upon him.

The silence he was witnessing was not the WELCOMING silence, it was the deathly silence. Eerie and scary. He knew he was shouting but he couldn’t hear it. He saw Tulip run to his side and her lips were moving but he couldn’t hear anything. He had waited to hear her voice so long. Almost died in anticipation and now he would never be able to hear his Tulip.

And with that he started pouncing on the walls and launched himself on the doctor. He screamed and shouted and tore his clothes. He felt a pain tear through his body and soon he fell asleep.

ONE YEAR LATER

His auburn hair had grown long. And it suited him in a way. He was excited. Today was his 2nd year anniversary and she was coming to meet him. In fact he could smell her presence. He turned and there she was. Her hair had grown longer and she looked extremely beautiful. Just like a blossoming Tulip. She stepped close to him, kissed him on his cheek and he saw her lips moving. She turned and then left.

He stood their motionless and then started screaming and shouting and attacking everything that came his way. He was soon tackled down by two people. Before losing consciousness he knew deep within what she had said. “I LOVED YOU”. These were her last words. She wasn’t coming back. She had gone forever. He was happy.

He had told her long time back that her first words had to be “I LOVE YOU”. He hadn’t given her a chance to say them but finally in the end she had at least said them. It hardly mattered to him that they were in the past tense. With that the dark engulfed him.

Tulip rushed out of the gate and climbed in the red BMW. She hugged a dark haired guy, her tears falling on his black T-shirt. She nodded at him and he sped the car away past the gates of“MIRACLE MENTAL INSTITUTION “.

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Hey ... i hope you liked it. PLEASE BLESS ME WITH LOADS OF REVIEWS. AGAIN AS ALWAYS FORGIVE ME FOR SILLY GRAMMATICAL ERRORS ... i wrote it in a hurry... love you loadssss...JUHI

Am really sorry if i offended anyone by bringing HITLER in their chat. But i admire that man. he had a great personality. but as i said he had his own flaws. i was broken to pieces when i had to insult Lord Voldemort. If any of you feel offended do tell me. I'll edit it. But personally i feel that through TULIP's POV i did justice to him. Did not let Charm win over.