Love is that untouchable feeling, that touches your soul without even you see it ....

It is that intangible spirit, that owes you without even your permission ....

She sighs reading the last line of that novel, and smile.
Finding upon her little bunch of bookmarks and a pen, she began to put down...

If it is untouchable, touch it with your heart and see the beautiful soul within it ....

If it is intangible spirit, than tangle it with the the permissions you owes ....

~ A secret desirer
(of books)

She squeal her eyes and hands in happiness as if she approved her wedding card with her lover.
A spark in her eyes were clearly shown indicating the effect of something, and presently she isn't having anything in her hand besides a book.
So ? Is it the love for books, that too this much ? Was the question everyone had upon seeing her excitement.

She moved from her place and went towards the shelf.
"Mr. Karan Luthra" 'A well known writer known for love theory'
Was craved over it.
Quietly seeing around, she kept the written bookmarks in book, and placed the book in shelf.
The shelf was not for readers, but only for self writer, as writers could have their book after publications.

Karan's book always had some touching quotes in his last page, but everytime preeta had come up with a better counter answer for it which she exchanges in his books only.

Placing it back, she turned towards her seat, but her smile was constant,
What remained from her eyes till now was a boy sitting next to her, her attention get caught when her gaze met his raised eyebrows. Basically, he was analyzing her with his eyebrows raised.
She too gave the same reaction which confused him.

Karan : what ??

"Whatt ??" She too passed a question.

Karan : what miss, what are you asking ?

Preeta : (shrugs shoulder) nothing, you was the first to see me or to interrogate me.

Karan made a face.

Karan : why should I interrogate you ?

Preeta : that you know..

Karan : let it be miss, you seems to have no attention.

Preeta : yes, you have extreme intense attention that's why you are sitting in ladies row.

Karan's eyes grew widened as he look around, he realized he is sitting in ladies row in sense if this girl. His face turned nervous one.

Karan : um.. wo..

Preeta didn't pay any attention.

Karan : I think it's... it's my mistake....

Preeta : yes it's definitely yours, because you are in thought of person you are stalking.

Karan : (immediately) no no... I am in thought of my stalker.

Preeta's face held surprising veiw.

Preeta : whatt ??

Karan : umm nothing, leave it.

Preeta : ok (shrugs shoulder)

Preeta got engrossed in reading, but little did they both knew it was the book of Karan Luthra.
Karan's face were having a smile and a query too. He look closely towards her which didn't went unnoticed.

Preeta : now whatt ??

Karan backed.

Karan : um.. nothing, just wanted the name of Author of which's book you are reading.

Preeta glanced the book.

Preeta : Karan... Karan Luthra.

A smile adorned her lips along with his name. He saw it.

Karan : can I ask you one thing ?

Preeta saw him.

Preeta : yes...

Karan : umm.. (he thought something) actually mujhe ye jaana tha, actually what's special in this book is, means isn't about the writer too, isn't he is a great writer.

Preeta nodded her head being lost in her thoughts.

Preeta : yes he is, he is a great thinker (thinking about his books)

Karan : no no, I am talking about his books.

Preeta : (seeing him) I am also talking about his books.

Karan : but tumne kaha 'a thinker'.

Preeta raised her eyebrows at him.

Preeta : kyu likhne ke liye sochna nahi padta.

Karan's eyes widened but he end up chuckling.

Karan : yeah right .... But you know, I so damn feels like he is deeply in love.

Preeta : I don't think so...

Karan : Hein ? Why but ? Means just look at his books, doesn't he writes so well, the way he describes everything, the way he presents everything.

Preeta : but for that it doesn't mean he is in love. It's just his passion for describing the most beautiful feeling 'love'. It's just his perspective is so well that he can't stops himself from writing... That's it. That never means he is on love.

Listening her lines, karan's face left amazed at the information she is having maybe more than himself.
Out of amazement, he can't stop himself from drawing over her.

Karan : do you know him.

Preeta's head nodded in no.

Preeta : (in mind) no one can ever better than me.

And the next moment, her face were having smile, which clearly show the reason who can't be anyone except him.
It makes karan smile too.

"Excuse me, Miss. Preeta Arora" A volunteer disturbed their inner talkings

"Yes...." "One minute please" she stated.
"Sure, excuse me." To karan, she made her way out from there.

Karan's sigh came out seeing her going, he collect his things, and went towards his own seat.
He could be shown revealing some cheats from his bag, as if his most precious things. His face held a smile as his eyes went on it.

"Not everyone is lovers, some are dreamers too...
Dreamers that dream not for that love, but for their lovers."

A note karan found in his book's last page like an answer for his last quote.

"If you live to love, then you only can live, but if you love to live, you can love better than you ever lived."

Her first ever quote that made him fall for her (lines maybe).
And even surprised him with an increasing eagerness.

"They comes, they go,
Only your feeling remains constant ...
Feelings changes, it interchanges,
But only your memories stays constant ...

A message than won his heart, which never resisted the urge in him to meet her.

He sighs....

There were many notes placed collected carefully by karan.
He always had a desire to write books, but his desires interchanged when he began to get the notes,
It forced him to work day and night in his books, only drowned in the excitement of receiving new part of her.

He placed them back as he get a call of alert for coming interview, for which only few minutes were left.

He stood up and dust his coat for a better veiw of himself, slided hands into his hair, he set it...
An excitement along with nervousness followed him as his identity is going be be unveiled
(infront if his secret admirer)
He smiled in exhaustion and stepped ahead.

"It's all done," preeta yelled to them"

"Ok, time for it, media is also arrived preeta, hope you'll look towards it Better"

"Yeah" She smiles in confidence as this isn't the first interview she'll be witnessing in her library.

But the lines of weird nervousness was clearly seen on her face which forced her to wish preeta a good luck.
Setup was done, reporters were ready,
and the wait for interviewer is also over as the door opened and he stepped in ....

"Stuck in same elevator."