"Hey what happened?" Amayra asked her roommate returning from college who was fuming in anger, with a crumbled paper in her fist.

"Tarika?" Amayra called her again upon receiving no answer from her.

"What?" Tarika asked, irritated.

"Why are you sitting like this? Why aren't you ready yet. You came early to get ready for your date.. and now..."

"I am not going anywhere with that idiot!! Tarika interrupted Amayra, frustrated.

"Wha- Why? You were pretty excited about it last night, weren't you?" Amayra was confused.

"I was. But not anymore." Tarika closed her eyes to calm down herself. "What kind of stupid write a love letter like this!"

"Ooow... Love letter!! He didn't seem a love letter type of person to me." Amayra winked.

"You are right. He isn't. And that's why he shouldn't have tried."

"Oh c'mon, not everyone is Tagore. At least he tried na. Lemme read..." Amayra teased.

Tarika forwarded the crumbled piece of paper towards Amayra with a stiff face.

"No.. no its okay... I was just..." Amayra tried to be polite although she was dying to read.

"Read it. I don't wanna be the only frustrated one in this room."

Shrugging her shoulders Amayra took the paper and started reading,

Dated: 28 November, 2004

Tarika Musale

5th year MBBS student

Mumbai Medical College

Women Hostel

Mumbai.

Ref: Love application.

Dearest Ms Tarika,

I am very happy to inform you that I have fallen in love with you since the 2nd of November (Tuesday). With reference to the meeting held between us on the 17th of November at 1030 hrs to 1430 hrs I would like to present myself as a prospective lover.

Our love affair would be on probation for a period of three months and depending on compatibility, would be made permanent. Ofcourse, upon completion of probation, there will be continuous on the job training and performance appraisal schemes leading up to promotion from lover to spouse.

I request you to kindly respond within 30 days of receiving this letter, failing which, this offer would be cancelled without further notice and I shall be considering someone else. I would be happy, if you could forward this letter to your sister or to your friends, if you do not wish to take up this offer.

Thanking you in anticipation,

Yours sincerely

Inspector Abhijeet,

CID, Mumbai.

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A few moments later Amayra was rolling on bed holding her tummy.

"Oh my God! Hahaha.."

"Shut up Amayra."

"Hahaha.. I can't."

"Fine."

Amayra stood up controlling her laughter.

"You should write him a love letter too." She suggested to Tarika.

"This is a love letter?" Tarika rolled her eyes.

"Umm... yeah..." Amayra went through the paper, "it says, Love application." She laughed out again.

"C'mon yaar Amayra. I am not going anywhere with him. In fact I am not going to have any connection with him at all."

"You sure?"

"Of course."

"Okay, then as per the last line you can pass the offer on me. He's such a cutie pie."

"He's not cute! Please. He's an arrogant, moody, antisocial man filled with anger and rage." Tarika said in a flow.

"Oh Really? Then why do you even date him?" This time Amayra rolled her eyes.

"Me... umm..." Tarika tried to think but then she snatched away the 'love application' from Amayra's hand, "shut up."

Tarika walked out of the room with her phone leaving a hysterically laughing Amayra behind.

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KK: Yes this a short shot. No more chapters in this. No more explanations. Hope you hve enjoyed it. Please review.