I Want To Know Her Novels & Stories

Her. I wanted her and that was the truth. And, I have to get her!

“I know уоu’vе got a job tо do, but I nееd you tо knоw ѕоmеthіng…” I don’t know whаt she’s gоіng tо ѕау, аnd I dоn’t care еіthеr. All I wаnt іѕ hеr lірѕ on mіnе, so I сut hеr оff wіth a kiss.

, I whisper so Nikhat can't hear me. "What please? I promise I'll just ask her random things. Nothing about dating and marriage. I promise. I just wanna know her a bit", she says. "Ammi, you know her", I shrug and immediately regret it. I'm stupid. "What?" She screams so loud that my ear starts aching. "I know her?" "Yes", I mumble. "So, you don't need to know her anymore. You don't even need to talk" "Now, I really wanna talk. I wanna know who this girl is. I know her and I don't even know that I know her. How's that possible?"

She asked. "Not one of my favorite things," she said softly. "I'd like to see you tonight," Camelia said desperately. "Oh we'll meet again... so who are you going with?" I asked.. "I don't know yet.." She almost went on until she saw two people standing together, and her looks were killing them.

What is it that she doesn’t want me to know? My mind is a whirlwind of questions. I need to know.

is what I would have wanted to see. Is it what I want to see? To know?

“I understand Honey, fire away.” “I have been doing some research. One thing you will learn about me is that I love knowledge. Sometimes I’m satisfied to get that information as life goes by, but other times, I go to the internet to find out what I need to know.” I totally get that and have a feeling I know where she is going with this.

But do I really want her too? _________________________

I could see it hadn’t made any impact on her, she didn’t know anything about her but just wanted to know—Perhaps she was more interested in working her way into my heart. She was Probably one of those people, who don't want to be simply passersby, not occupying the same world, she wanted to work her way to the top, she wanted connection. She smiled, the flash of perfect white teeth reminding me of the smile of something beautiful. Why I’d given this information, I didn’t know. It was relevant to her. “Does he know who you are? She probed. I shook her head, not understanding her question and at the same time I heard someone clear his throat from behind.

I wish she'd said something. I wish I'd said something.