Oh God Not This Again Novels & Stories

[Oh my heart you're very innocent/naive] Aate hein kaise aankhon mein aansoo [How do eyes get tears (of sorrow)] Kya tujhko maloom hein... [Do you even know that?] Apni khabhi tu kasme na khana.... [Don't ever swear on yourself] Duniya ki rashmo ko tu nibhana.... [Always abide by the rules and rituals set by this world] Pachtayega tu warna dil sambhal jaa zara... [Otherwise you'll suffer so much, beware of that] Ae dil na kar tu chahte... [Oh my heart never ever fall in love]

No longer would they allow themselves to be trampled—not this time. It wasn't the end, but a new beginning.

Not now, not ever. ***

He looked down at the screen again with the same troubled gaze. “In the past seven years, I never let any woman come near to me because I developed a kind of psychological problem. If any woman other than my mother and my friend’s sister, who is also my wife’s best friend, Fiona Anderson, touches me, I get rashes with high fever like an allergic reaction.” I told him truthfully, and his eyes widened in shock. I smiled bitterly. “Funny, right?” I asked him, and he just nodded in a daze. He was still shocked.

"Oh God..." ***

Not now. Not ever.

God, forgive me but I hope that Bruce falls completely for this and I don't get to do this again with him. Not now, not ever.

I'm happily digging into a hot dog by the roadside when, sure enough, I spot my girlfriend, Jennifer York, in Felix Kenner's latest post. The caption reads, "You make the best medicine." After being stood up by Jennifer so many times, I've long since stopped caring. If anything. I'm starting to think I should break up with her as soon as possible and let the two of them be together.

“Don’t tempt me `cause I will pull a trigger if I want to.” “Pull it or I will.” “You must be joking!” Gwa! Gwa! Gwa! Black Jesus was dead! “Why did you do that?” “Making sure that the Owl doesn’t get a chance to get between us, my friend.” I left the building immediately. When I got home, I was all over the room. I couldn’t believe what I did. Black Jesus is dead because of my nagging in things that don’t concern me. I should have known what he meant when he said he doesn’t remember, I should have known my friend`s next move after he told me about his dream. I should have kept quiet after I read the book.

Not now. Not like this.