The Rebirth (contd..)

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After some months the hatred had settled down. Many people's jealousy had turned in the positive direction; they envied her, wanted to be as good as she was. 2 or 3 had even apologized to her for their misbehavior even after knowing the threat that the in-society people of the place might throw them out of the crowd. Some, who didn't dare to mess up their social relationships, even tried to talk to her in secret just coz she was beautifull. The beauty of this young lady had taken the eyes of a 1-year elder member who wanted to talk to her but controlled himself and continued his life, partying, enjoying and practising martial arts, especially with his favourite sword, Roshino, given to him by his grandfather's martial arts master, the famous, Zoniiff. With affection, he called his sword Ronika.

Whenever he came to Master Kmai's place (the trainer of the newly admitted students), the beauty of Xo always catched (well this should be caught, not catched, this mistake being brought to my notice by this editor only, sorry for the spelling/grammar mistake and for not removing it, I just wanna keep it for myself) her eyes, without her permission and occupied all of his mind, shutting down all other processes, as if a virus comes to attack handicapping the whole system.

Xo had taken notice of him, infact quite often. He was really handsome and very popular for his swordsmanship. He was also very known for his habit of having the same food (breakfast) in the morning, the xogo, a diet suggested by the book loigoy, which was not only considered healthy but also the provider of many powers that were beyond the apparent-natural strength one could possibly have. She had also tried to investigate her name, but in vain. She could ask the teachers this kind of thing, and the students didn't respond to her, infact most them didn't themselves know.

This lovely morning, when Master Logo, who had come to visit the place from his isolated life in some jungles, was sitting near the small stone-fenced type thing, seeing the fog covering the mountain beyond the stones, Ching asked her the name of the fighter who was practicing on the roof. He was the same guy whose eyes never forgot to catch a glimpse of her. Smiling, the master said "His formal name is Konish, but his friends call him Konirh, the teachers and other fighters prefer to call him Konish only, though you can call him Lovakhi." Lovakhi was the word that many mothers used to call their children when they were very happy, an extreme atmosphere of happiness and love for their child spontaneously substituted the reference for their kids with the word Lovakhi, a word called with love. Calling this young man with this name was a bit strange, well, maybe a lot. She had noticed in the smile of the master that he understood that she had a liking for him. She wondered if the name and this fact had some relation. "Konish said", the master continued, "he would give the right to call him Lovakhi to only his life-partner", so that no master who in this great student puts all his knowledge and efforts should not call him Lovakhi. Xo blushed little, wondering why the master was making or assuming it kinda certain that they would fall in love and live their lives together, and turned to this raging gentleman. He was more fierce than anything or anyone she had ever known, more rage in him than fire. She jumped from there directly to the roof, impressed and taken suddenly by the jump, he turned to see the beautifull face. He was afraid, it was written on his face. "What's your name?" were the words that came out of the beautifull face. He couldn't respond, the activity of his mouth, just like any other thing was rendered ineffective, by his mind which was unable to process the huge input of beauty rushing through the nerves. "Can I call you Konirh, Lovakhi?" (reffering to him as Lovakhi while asking if she could call him Konirh) she said coz she felt a strong liking in her about him, and to disturb him. He was seriously taken aback by this. His mouth kinda started retaining its functionality but said, maybe not controlled by his mind,but the virus, "I love you, a ... a... ". This time she was taken aback.
They kept staring each other for a long time, Konish had failed to speak an apology and had given up the tries and Xo ching had given up on trying to enquire about such a statement.

They kept seeing each other for a long time, without any motion, they could hear the wind blowing, it was going to rain. They got lost in each other's eyes and without telling to their minds, their lips locked into each others and they were kissing. They didn't want to do it, they shouldn't do it, but wanted to kiss more strongly. While they were having this unforgettable kiss, it started raining, the environment wanted to add to this event, that's why it was changing so nicely and drastically. In the divine atmosphere that had been eventually created, about one or two minutes, after the rain had started, a golden leaf fell on the noses of this at-that-moment divine couple. In a matter of seconds they terminated their kiss and again started to look in each other's eyes, through the air that let water drops make their way through them. These water drops made the beauty of Ching more than ten-folds. Just after that did the divine atmosphere finish and Xo Ching said to Konirh that she wanted to marry him. She wondered what she had said and why she had said it. It wasn't anything she had intended to say or ever wanted to say or could ever possibly say, but she had said it, it was done. After a second she said "Sorry, I wasn't in my control when I said it and I hope neither were you when you said .... ..... ...... you love me. Konish : "Uh... Uhh..... Uhh....", trying to control himself, gaining back powers over his own body, " ... ya, ofcourse, I was absolutely out of my mind when I said that. Uhhh...... can i know your name please?" "Ya, ofcourse, its Ching, Xo Ching; and can i call you Lovakhi, .......................................... ....................... ......................., Konish." "Please don't call me that, Lovakhi is a reserved name, you can call me Konish though." He turned to go from there. She said "a...", he turned and looked at her; her face was saying that that (the "a...") was nothing. He turned again, and said; "You would better call me Konirh, okay, bye, see you some other time."
And he went away.