I had been dreaming about her for almost 4 years, chased her on my bike whenever I saw her. Almost every night I used to fantasize being with her, being inside her, riding her or probably driving her, and driving myself crazy. Let your crazy thoughts take some rest, this is not what you think. My desire for her had turned into an obsession. I had promised myself that I will get her, come what may. I was sure that I had found my second love. That was till I saw this drop dead gorgeous Italian beauty, scorching hot, oozing with oomph, glitz and a stunning stance. I would have missed her, but for my sister, who noticed her. That stretched sporty style coupled with her sizzling looks and I was floored. What I had thought as my second love, suddenly looked a tad older, tad dull and a tad boring. I knew if at all there will be a second love, it was this "second" her. I had just seen the Fiat Palio Sport, in my favourite colour - Black. We were returning from some purchase or window...
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