Becoz this is every girl's STORY..!! 2

After her uncle left, she sat near the window and passed the look away. Her uncle and her mum left her all alone in the room. She sat and started crying, until all her tears dried up and dozed off.

NIKITA’S PRO:

Did I forget to introduce myself? I’m Nikita Gupta…a lecturer in engineering college….I have everything, everything that includes a perfect life…I always wanted to cherish my living with that most independent sense. Yeahhh…I’m at my 24 and I really don’t feel like any girl shouldn’t be denied the right with the way she should. But, in my case, Naaah…the line that ‘I want to search for a perfect soul mate’ doesn’t exist…And the reason is because I have been living with a family where my parents  will decide whom to get married. I kept wondering what should I do…? Rather pack my bags and run away from this place or agree to what they’ll say…I had no option…So, I decided to give it a thought…That whole night, I kept dealing with my weird thoughts that were flooding my mind. I desperately wanted to live life on my own terms and conditions, but had left with no choices. 

The very next day, I decided to search those two guys on facebook. But, there was no such feeling known as first sight ‘love’. Then I decided to talk to my dad. But, even his opinion was worthless because ‘Daughters can’t be kept home till 27! ’ I had no choice then to meet one of them whom I short-listed. Hailing from a very conservative family, I had to get ready in traditional attire…But, this attire was covering my own sentiments that I had for myself. I wanted to follow my heart, but somewhere I also thought about my parents…I was meeting the guy only for my parents and not for me. You know, somewhere in our lives we all surely dream of living happy and independent, but there comes a time when we have to crush all those dreams and follow what takes us…Even I was also a part of this drama now…Meeting a guy 4 years elder to me, with no mutual connection rather no mutual communication too. Just a facebook dp is not always enough to understand what sort of a guy we are meeting or would be spending those rest 45 years together…Rather just a perfect connection and things all done. But, in my case I wanted to live life independently. 

Seeing my career and my personal space, I decided to reject that ‘man’.’How’s the guy beta?’ mum asked. ‘Elder to me; compatibility issues and more than this, he is the one who believes in just show off and nothing more’ I quoted.’ How can you just say this?’ spoke dad. ‘Did you take the urge to ask me about my choice dad? Exactly what kind of boy I want? And most importantly do I want to get married or not?’ I asked. ‘Every girl has to marry. What are you going to do living single?’ mum baffled at me. ‘See mum when I had given you a chance to fight for my right, you simply ignored. Rather you didn’t understand and what is the use of communicating with you. It’s my last and final decision that I don’t want to marry, as in for now’ I said. ‘Just stop it here. Do you think that we are your enemies Nikita?’ said dad angrily. ‘Of course not! But, even I’m not your enemy dad…rather I’m your only daughter who is asking her own space and her own privacy of rejecting someone I really don’t know’ I argued peacefully. ‘See how your daughter is behaving with me. If she goes to some other place, will she argue with them in the same manner’ shouted dad looking at mum.’ Leave it! I know you are not going to understand me. Let’s end this and I’m leaving this place’ I said with that heavy pain. ‘Do as you want’ dad replied….I without going into further discussions decided to leave everything on my destiny….Seeing me physically alive but mentally dead, they decided to communicate with me. 

Seeing me sitting alone silently in my room, dad asked, ‘ How have you been these days baccha?’ ’Why dad?’ I asked.  ‘No beta. I know you’ve suffered alot I know. I know somewhere I have been working as per this society’s norm. But, I really didn’t wanted to take away your that right which you dreamt. My daughter wanted to say something and I didn’t give her a chance to say anything. Neither I respected your decision nor did I appreciate your ‘rejection’.  I’m really very sorry beta. Just take your space and your own time which you wanted. We won’t force you for anything Nitika’ said dad smiling at me. ‘Thank you dad. Thank you for respecting my decisions’ I said.

                       This was not an end rather just a perfect beginning of her profession. If every father takes an urge to hear those unspoken words of a daughter, I’m sure every king will understand his princess and will surely search for a perfect prince charming of her choice.. !!! 

Reviews please...!!

Becoz this is every girl’s STORY..!!

Age…24-25…and the man-hunt begins! I guess, I can call this as a race to merchandise the girls in the marketing community and then get her married to someone she doesn’t know. In India, the selection process for a perfect man-hunt starts from the day when the girl completes her graduation. I don’t know why I thought to pen down this subject, but somewhere and somehow this society is eliminating the blood right of a girl to reject a man she is not comfortable with…I think perhaps love comes on the day when you find someone utterly comfortable with your world and with your thoughts. It’s like making you understand yourself… The man-hunt selection process starts with making bio-datas and passing it on to the societal hands who wish to have your daughter as their daughter-in-law. But, why is a girl not asked about her choice first? Why it’s always about going with the society? It’s always not about finding ‘The one’ for a girl…But, more than that it’s about finding someone with whom she can have just fun. Our society has been considering the act of ‘awareness’ in some different citation. They say, ‘Girls have got no control over their choices for their life-partners’. But people, let me tell you, ’Sometimes, it gets ridiculously difficult to get a perfect match who will expand her choices’. 

Now, this is the story about Nikita and how her biodata got auctioned to someone she didn’t know……..

                   ‘Nikita Wake up, its 9 am darling’, called her mother. ‘Just 2 mins mom’, she mumbled in sleep. ‘No Sweety, just wake up. Your uncle is here to meet you’, her mother baffled. She woke up from her bed rubbing her eyes. ‘Hey hello Nikita’, said her maternal Uncle. ‘Hi Uncle!’ she greeted. ‘Look at you. It’s your 24th birthday and someone now needs a perfect soul mate’, he said looking at her. ‘What does that mean?’ she questioned. ‘Nikita, I have two proposals waiting for you. So, I wanted to ask you when they should be called?’ he questioned. ‘What the hell is this? I’m just 24 and you are thinking of me to get marry? It’s ridiculous uncle!’ she exclaimed. ‘But, it’s the perfect age for you to get marry’ he said. ‘But, what about my ambitions? Don’t you need to ask about me and my choices’, she shouted.  ‘But Nikita, me and your daddy want to get you married soon’, her mother exclaimed. ‘But, mommy I really don’t want to marry so early’, she quoted. ‘I think didi, these generations are over-aware about their choices and decisions’, her uncle said to her mumm. 

‘What will a girl do after getting married? Simply, carry her pregnant tummy and look after her new children every year?’ Nikita said. ‘We have seen many seasons as compared to you’ her uncle exclaimed. ‘That doesn’t mean that we haven’t faced any thunders uncle’ she spoke in anger’. She tried every possible thing to explain her direction, but it was her uncle who stood on his feet to auction her and her emotions. Even her parents were helpless now….Now, how is Nikita going to deal with this situation? Want to know more? Stay tuned for the next part?

Now, your response will help us to open up the coming parts…….

Reviews please…..

PHIR LE AAYA DIL….!! ~Delightful Diwali moments…..!

Both of them started fighting to the highest pitches. Something was wrong; rather very wrong.  He snatched the car keys angrily and drove the car harder. She also rushed inside with heavy tears and didn’t want to see him ever after. With heavy hearts, both of them got bifurcated and struggled to live with each other.  She got busy in cleaning her cupboard for Diwali, a song ‘Phir le aaya dil’ halted her action. This was the song which he used to sing for her. She was lost somewhere, but as the song ended, she remembered that she was living in her present and made her thoughts to disappear. Now while she was busy removing those old newspapers, she found a yellow paper bag. This bag appeared to be too old, yet it was new for her. 

She checked to see whether it had anything and flipped the bag towards the ground. Her face glowed up as it had many things which she used to refrigerate before getting married. The bag had a CD, few greeting cards, chocolate wrappers, her listed romantic novels, two garba passes, some friendship bands and some dried roses. That’s the thing about girls; they like to ocean those things which had many impulsive memories. She separated each of them and exhaled. Those antiques now had that fresh scent of her environment which she missed few months back.

She opened those colored greeting cards and she looked very furiously at each one of them. She read all those messages which portrayed many wishes for her. But, still she continued to peep a white greeting whose owner was someone very special, “Neel”. Her high school crush, her sweetheart, her special friend and her love: Neel. He was her entire universe. May be she had preserved the best part of him and made it to her own. He had given this greeting card on her 22nd birthday because somewhere he had developed a strong liking for her but feared to confess. Then, there were two garba passes. Seeing this, she dated back to that day of garba when Neel had proposed her. And this was the only day when she replied to him with a note at the back of her pass. Yes, still it had those words which resorted connections with Neel. This brought a soft chuckle and slowly tears began to blind her. 

The glimmer of Neel’s proposal was the world’s beautiful gift that she wanted to preserve even for her ten-thousand generations. Chocolate wrappers, still they had year’s fresh evidences when Neel used to gift her when he had reasons to arrive late only to see that beautiful angry faced lady waiting for him. She blushed with the glow of love and wished only for Neel to be back. After few seconds, she rolled her eyes on those dried roses and friendship bands. She picked those roses and with deep…slow…breathing she exhaled the fragrance of his love in the beautiful air. Somewhere, those pieces of antiques reenergized her scattered world into the piece of fine art. Delicious novels actually made her realize how crazy she was to enter the world of romanticism.  Her eyes then fell on the pink covered CD. She quickly inserted that CD into her Laptop and her very favorite song ‘Phir le aaya dil’ which Neel used to play when he started feeling for her got into the action. The song had that magic which made her even more magical…It was the only language that could accompany her when she missed someone…and it was the most beautiful thing which was enough to be with someone you had loved so much. She was lost; lost in the mildness and lost in some strange yet very familiar world. She was deep with all those pictures which got evaporated after she got married to Neel. 

‘Ahhha my favorite song’, he exclaimed. She turned around to check the voice and with a sigh of relief she replied,’ Neel, you?’ Her expressions were enough to tell him how much she missed him. He looked at those golden memories which she had preserved for her ten thousand generations. They both looked at each other and feelings passed between them. This was a heart and a beat conversation. The heart beats got louder and they could feel as if, the drops of water started creating oceans around. Both looked at each other to read something that happened hard before. Slowly, tears found shelter in their eyes and this time, there was no space to control the tears that shed from a heart and a beat. They realized the absence of those voices they loved so hard. After minutes silence, she hugged him tightly and with that same warmth, he hugged her back. This feeling made them realize that they found themselves back after a very long time. 

After they hugged, he looked at her eyes and caressed her hair and wiped those tears which had ruled her heart so long. Now, the soul to soul language was filled with silence and these unspoken words were barely understood. All it was the ever-changing climate of the hearts which believed that love only needed personal affections and pure exhilaration. He smiled at her and touched her lips softly with his. She smiled back and also kissed him. After few seconds, she opened her eyes to recheck whether it was her same ‘Neel’ who went out angrily and got back to her for sharing Diwali moments together. “Stupid, how long I waited for you. And so much I missed you idiot’, she said. He turned her around, shifted her hair from her neck and tied the knot of the necklace which he had brought for her. ‘Aww..!!  This is so pretty honey. Thank you for this’, she said.  ‘But, not as beautiful as my beautiful angry Tanisha. Happy first Diwali Sweety’, he said looking at her. ‘Love you too sweetheart and this one is for you’, she said gifting him a ring.  And then they lived happily ever after. 

Sometimes, few moments make you cry and make you smile together and those moments have their violet delights and memories. So, these were the ‘Delightful Diwali moments for Neel and Tanisha’, may you share many such moments with your beloveds….

~HAPPY DIWALI READERS…!!

Reviews please..!! 

“SWADESH”...Ghar aaja pardesi tera desh bulaiee re…!!

With adorable scenery created in water, starring at the floating weather and enjoying the presence of divine beauty, Raj and his wife Tanu were sitting on the riverside of Lake Methews, California. She was sitting next to him with head resting on his shoulder; she was missing that peaceful silence which used to make her even more comfortable. Soon after this, Raj’s cellphone vibrated, noticing his mother’s call from India, Raj’s expressions changed from lively to morose and he switched off his cellphone. Yes, all relationships have their secrets, but most people never know them. But, they know that their spaces and gaps are the answers that have lost something all the way. Same was the situation with Raj, ‘Mom’, a name that he didn’t try to utter once after going to California and may be never again.  Looking at his body language, Tanu broke the silence. 

Tanu Raj, Raj: Yeah baby,  Tanu: May I ask you something ? Only if you don’t mind?, Raj: Yes bacchaa, please ask. And after few seconds, she replied: Raj, why do you hang your family’s call every time? Don’t you miss your mother? Don’t you feel contracted with California? Don’t you feel like taking me to your family? Don’t you miss holding your sister’s hand? Don’t you miss all the cultures and festivals which had those beautiful memories with you? Don’t you feel as a slave working for these MNCs? And don’t you want to work in Indian organizations which need people like you? Rather, don’t you miss India and those hearts which need nothing only you? She stayed quiet and looked at him with an urge to answer her. But, he was speechless and felt as if the answer had that deep, domestic and deadly vice. May be all those questions hastened him to decay the fact that he was an Indian. He had no answers because he was bonded in this culture and was certainly left alone, away from families, friends and lovable. Just too only satisfy that status quo of situations and cost analysis scenarios, he had no time for his family. Tanu had her answers in his eyes and she intended not to ask further.

PS: This was simply a part of conversation; the actual reasons that pull Indians to those unknown lands are as:

Logically, Life in foreign lands is very simple and straightforward.  People need to function with those foreign minds. No family issues and no headaches. Food is packed and ready to eat anytime and any day. Couples can live either separate or individual; there are no finance related tensions between couples.  Weekend offs and very limited leaves, work comes first. Time management in the American countries is very crucial. Work culture in foreign MNCs is more efficient and less ambiguous. Pay-scale is expandable. The presence of advancement and technologies deliver the set targets. Advanced educational and other amenities so, there is no looking back.  Life is set and people are tagged as NRIs. So, no poor existence of life…Life is grouped into ideas that don’t bugger with one another and is caught in only pyramids and triangles i.e. work.

Talking about India, it’s not an underdeveloped country, but the context of rich cultural norms and etiquettes connects with hundreds of emotions.  Yes, life here may be pathetic, but still we can shape our identities, influence our beliefs and decide to anchor something to someone we really don’t know. But for every individual in India, family is an important social unit, but still we love welcoming new member with that same zest and enthusiasm. Streets here are filled with those famous ‘ chat-  thelas’, but still we ensure that we eat something after getting home. We as married couples can share finances, but still we love life in 1BHK. Many leaves are guaranteed, but still we love to create few additional leaves for our besties.  Time management is not an element, but still we love to manage people more than time. Companies may not work in efficiency, but we have the right to work as individuals and not as machines.  Economic conditions may not be feasible, but still we can earn many things within those limited sums.  Advanced technologies may contribute less, but still we have technologies which give us the liberties to understand the importance of calling mother back, if late. Educational facilities   may not work well here, but still we have been liberal to share secrets and assumptions that have something to do with someone. Life here is not that advanced, but the aim of our living is not to control minds, but to experience those trapeziums of our livings i.e. emotions.

People in America, tend to work only 8 hours a day, say from 8 am to 4:30 pm. But, when we work 12 hours a day, say from 9 am to 9 pm, we still enjoy working more enthusiastically and you know why?  Because “Haryalii ki baat hi kuch aur hai”. This is Life……People in America, when go for a lunch break, grab only those artificial food stuffs made from breads and cookies. But, when we Indian’s  go for a lunch, mouth-lingering  lunch starts creating sensations before 1 and you know why? Because” Ghaar ke khanne ki baat hi kuch aur hai”. This is LIFE…..People in America, are given only few leaves. But, we Indians take leaves for many reasons, say Family leave , Illness leave, personal leave, Education Leaves of Absence with Pay, Parental Leave, Short Term Disability leave, funeral leave and god knows how many such leaves and you know why? Because “Binaa baat ke bhi leaves ke baat hi kuch aur hai”. This is LIFE……People in America, experience salary hikes after two months. But, when we Indian’s experience salary hike after 6 months, 15K seems far better than 15 Lakhs and you know why? Because “Paise milne ki baat hi kuch aur hai”. This is LIFE….. People in America, set targets and deliver required outputs. But, when we Indians set targets, we experience that internal willingness which was nil when we had our university appearances and you know why? Because” Binna padhe exams dene ki baat kuch aur hi hai”. This is LIFE…..!!

GHAR AAJA PARDESI TERA DESH BULAYE RE:-

Me and even thousands of others might be half-baked, but still will museum with the fact that I have a family, who is living for me and I’m living for them. If a mother like Raj’s mother calls him to hear him atleast once, then that guy has no right to terminate the call showing how busy he is. There is really a need to open up the skulls and fill in the facts that a mother cannot be alive unless and until she comes to know that her child had his lunch; a father cannot be alive unless and until he comes to know that his child have had enough money to survive; a sister cannot be alive unless and until she comes to know that her brother will be on time back for her wedding and a brother cannot be alive unless and until he comes to know that his brother is sharing an easy time in accepting new opportunities. What is the use of that social status, if parents are committing suicide at the age of 70s just because they wanted to have their children back in India?  The most ironic reflection taught in Indian values is, ‘Families, love and concerns cannot be purchased, rather they have got their own fantasies which can bring even a strong and deceased individual back to his universe’. Definitely foreign lands expand your opportunities, but they don’t guarantee you, your love and life which dated back years.

”Jab koi baat bigad jayee”...!! 3

Both Sneha and Dhruv talked silently with their hearts. Sneha had hundred of things that chased her  heart. This time, she didn’t think of her, she only thought of Dhruv. Soon after this, the clouds poured anxious yet endless curtains of tears from the heaven. May be, it was appropriate, but they didn’t notice the drop falling because it made their inner hearts pour harder. It was a white noise which was not purely empty, rather silence filled the atmosphere. Yes it was rain, rain that was sadder still, yet it had many emotions. Dhruv who was deep in his thoughts, still noticed something. He looked to his right and saw Sneha completely drenched. Her hair got entangled with water and she appeared like that morning mist which only had fresh charm of innocence.  Her saree appeared so comforting as if it was wrapping her with silence and her face had that shinning reflection which was missing in the past. But, this rain made the cold breeze groove her body and she started shivering. Dhruv covered her arms with his jacket and again his gaze shifted to her. Her glossy lips had few water droplets which made her look more charming and most important he noticed her eyes. Her eyes were raining deeply with those dark fears and wounds which were difficult to get healed. Dhruv caught her tears in his palm and both shared an intense eyelock towards each other. This tear was so precious for him as if it had the life’s agony of her pain and struggle. He wanted to render her wounds by his pious love. He wanted her to make so strong that no one can again penetrate her wounded heart. He wanted to take revenge from the one who made her very delicate; physically, mentally and emotionally. It was very harder, may be harder than his death, but still those tears brought words to his love. 

It seemed as if both had love for each other, but it appeared as if both of them have learned that silence has a quality and dimension all its own. The blowing wind was adding feelings to the word and the world. As it was stopped raining, the sky got occupied with a diamond moon and stars.  May be sometimes it cannot be as simple as to let go your universe which demanded only love and enough feelings. She stood up and walked two steps apart from him. It was her last trace of tear that fell on the street. After a second, she felt that same soft, yet hard muscular hand touched her palm. She looked back and yes, it was Dhruv. She had that visible emotion on her face which solely depicted how pure her love was for him.  He stood up and he moved her left blowing hair behind her ear. He cupped her so immensely that her tears again started trickling down the cheeks. He wiped these tears and drew little close to her. He held her firmly and kissed her softly on her forehead. Sneha closed her eyes and she tried hard to memorize this moment. Just for that moment, the world now appeared universe to her. His love completely touched her bones and she got relieved in his serenity. 

She appeared more beautiful in the diamond moonlight and when she opened her eyes, she saw him looking at her. Taking the courage, she asked,’ What happened Dhruv? Why did you stop me?’  ‘Shsssshh….!’ he replied. Sneha stood calmly looking at him. He uttered,’ You know Sneha, even after your confession, everything is just the same, only my mutual feelings have changed. My feelings have grown even stronger than yesterday.  The words you said today, stole my heart.  It’s very difficult for me to even understand the things you’ve been through. Like every man, even I came to know that pain is so evil and dangerous. But, Sneha I was wrong and you made me realize that pain had feelings, which makes people lose their realities. Your confession took to me to face the reality and feel the pain. Rather, it made me to stand up and love you more every day. Your pain captured my heart so intensely that the fear of your separation had stood beside me. Yeahhh…I know I cannot mend the things happened, but I promise to mend them atleast once’.  Sneha who looked at him with satisfaction replied, ’But  Dhruv, real world is different and  at times bitter ’. ‘But, I would want to have this bitter time with you lady. I don’t want to know the real world when I have my real universe with me and my universe starts from you and will solely die with you’, he ended.  She rested her head towards his chest and hugged him very tightly and replied, ’I’m sorry Dhruv because I acted so cruel and thoughtlessly’. ‘You know Sneha, sometimes, it’s not about acting cruel, but more than that it’s about loving so much thoughtlessly .  I love you Sneha and will love you forever’, he said wrapping her warmly. ‘Love you too Dhruv’, she replied with that peace which carried her pain and fear.  Atlast, the two hearts looked so happy even the moon smiled and wrapped them warmly with a soft blanket of shimmering roof.

Reviews please: Tell us if you liked the story and want more such stories…!!

”Jab koi baat bigad jayee”...!! 2

The lights in the party started appearing pretty to Sneha. It had all that comfort and security which Sneha dreamt of this someday. Dance filled the atmosphere with affection. Dhruv looked at her and he rolled his eyes and took her hand. His hand was soft, but hard with muscles. Both stood together and his hand was in hers. Although, she was nervous to lend her hand, but Dhruv’s eyes had that overwhelming emotion which strongly made her to rely on him. Now, the world started seeming beautiful to her. He touched her around her waist and she held him by her left hand on his shoulder. She eventually struggled to focus at him, but he was easy focusing on her. Song, ”Jab koi baat bigad jayee”, filled the environment with a layer of warm blanket. Dhruv could feel her heart‘s fast thud through his touch. So, he made her peered by saying,”Just relax”. Sometimes, holding hands firmly is a sign of new journey that don’t chip in anyway either. Both of them appeared as a perfect made for each other couple in the party. Sneha got insane at Dhruv’s  single touch and yes, this was the most natural thing that made her ready to confess what she wanted to. 

After they were returning back from the party, Dhruv drove the car and Sneha was enough with her words, but the whole way they didn’t talk. Both were silently watching the things going around. Although, Dhruv was watching her, but she was battling with her own feelings and her own interlinked relations. No doubt, She loved Dhruv, but  she had no idea what actually was going around. The burden of her past was pressing her hard and she was pushed below it.  She was crying hard by looking outside the window. Her eyelashes got stuck to each other and a drop of lone tear flowed from her cheek. She started blinking, but her mascara got spread and still she tried hard in wiping that tear. Dhruv’s eyes stood observing her and he asked, ”What happened Sneha?”. “Nothing Dhruv, actually my mascara got spread”, Sneha replied controlling the tears and looking away from him.”Sneha, just look at me, I really cannot see you getting hurt this way”, he said pressing his left hand onto hers.  This feeling of his touch made her to say,” Dhruv, I love you….and you won’t leave me anyday na?” Hearing this, he again asked, ”What is wrong Sneha? Just tell me”, he said. Looking at him, she blinked again and got lost in the threads of worst memories. Holding his hands tightly on the gears she said,” Dhruv, I was raped”. 

 Hearing this, he lost his control and lost his balance. His car got collapsed to the side breaker.  Sneha got frightened and Dhruv  applied reverse gears and  parked the car on the left and opened the gate. Seeing him in this state even Sneha stepped out of the car. Dhruv sat on a bench and so did Sneha. She took his hand onto hers and uttered,”  Dhruv, you know 2 years back, my life was intensified with the fear of that dark night which didn’t have an end. It seemed totally foolish to think the way I was unanimously touched by my own cousin, whom I trusted more than my parents. My parents had to urgently leave for my ancestral place so, they trusted him and left me alone considering him as my care-taker for a night. While, I was sleeping in my bedroom, he knocked the door and asked me for a glass of water. As I went inside the kitchen, he grabbed me around my waist and laid me down on the floor. I started screaming, but no one helped. I cried…. I cried in pain…. I cried because I felt weight in my chest…. I cried because my hymen broke… I cried because my bleeding brought that stiff blood on the floor…I cried because he attacked me like a wild animal…. I cried because his teeth had a harder impact on my neck…..I cried because I was dying in pieces and I cried because my body was destroyed easily. That dark night brought with me those deepest unseen wounds which only had nightmares and harassment.  

After mom and dad returned, they found me lost and confused into that darkness, so they took me to the doctor and she told them that I was pregnant. I initially decided not to tell the incident of that night-which brought shame to me, but later I confessed these things to them. They noticed that fear would fade in me, so they decided not to inform the police. But, since I got pregnant, mom decided to abort this child. After the abortion, that same pain and more than that the pain of stepping into that dark kitchen haunted me. It was then I started hating men. When there was no option in freaking this hell out of me, I was completely torn in solitude. This scene was so unpleasant to my eyes that I could not think what life was doing to me, I only thought of ending my life. Rather I killed a girl from inside, who didn’t possess any emotion to cry”. Sneha’s eyes were wiping in pain and she cluthed his shirt and continued, “But after meeting you, I started feeling peace in my heart. I don’t know what miracle you had, but the words you shared stole my heart. I became that newly born girl, who had started developing emotions. Your presence was like that sun covering those dark clouds of my life.  I tried to confess this to you, but I was woven with my parent’s promises. But, that darkness most frightened me. I wanted to open up the things with you, but that fear of separation from you always stood by my dark side and it became very difficult to express my hardness from the past”. Dhruv ‘s reaction was not normal, it had that anger which was about to bust. Now, he had only emotions but no words to express this grief. Now, what will be Dhruv’s reaction? Will his decision ruin Sneha’s living? What will be Dhruv’s next decision? Want to know more? Wait for the next part….coming soon……!!

Reviews please>>>>

                                       PS: Next part would be the last one, so tell us more if you liked  the today's part..!! 

“Jab koi baat bigad jayee…..!!”

She called him, “Dhruv! Will you please come inside?” But, as he was getting late for the party, he asked her,” Yes, Sneha! What is the matter?”. “Umm Dhruv, I need you. Please help me in tying the knot of my blouse. I’m really helpless with this”, she said dressing her saree. Hearing this, Dhruv was in a very different excitement, may be for him this excitement was to touch her, pleasure her beautiful body and kiss her when he’ll tie up the strings for her blouse with matching crystals. He entered the bedroom in great lust and starred this green-eyed angel, his wife. But, Sneha was dressing quickly because this couple was already late for the party. “Please help me with this Dhruv, I’m trying so hard, but it’s not getting me in”, she said. Dhruv was intertwined to see her beauty in that black and red saree with a broad back blouse. He looked at her and started tying the knot firmly so that she would be held back to him. But, Sneha started dripping with sweat. He touched her softly around her waist, but she was beneath to clean her mind from her past. She quickly turned around and said, ”Dhruv, thank you. Come let’s go to the party. We are getting late”. Dhruv who was shook towards her core beauty, felt some huge indifference and he said, ”But , Mrs. Sneha  Dhruv Gupta, now I’m not in the mood to go now. Come let us be here and spend the next morning together, just you and me”. Sneha after hearing this started stammering and an unknown fear haunted her back yet again. She was still and was about to leave the bedroom. Seeing her drying in fear, Dhruv called her and said, “ Sneha  it’s been 2 months we’ve got married. Eventhough we had an arrange marriage, I wanted to give you that space and time which you needed to open up with me. But, Sneha now my life has a new world and that world will be the glooming universe, until and unless you accept me both soulfully and eternally”. Hearing this, she drove in the place that was far lighter than air. She placed her right hand onto his left hand and a tear broke down her cheek. Dhruv got surprised and cleaned her face with his white handkerchief. After a silence of five minutes she uttered,”You know Dhruv, after we got married I tried many times to pour my heart before you. But, carrying the fear of separation I always struggled with my own anxieties and bonds. I know that your love for me is as pure as water, but my love for you is like that dark blood which is hard to dilute”. Dhruv made her relaxed by saying,” Sneha I firmly believe that when rain comes, it must and  will surely  wash off all the dust in your eyes. So, don’t hesitate and just speak up”. “Dhruv!”, as she was about to put words to her past, Dhruv’s  cellphone started squandering. Still, he was keen in hearing his universe rather than receiving the call from the world. But, Sneha asked him to attend the call. It was Dhruv’s aunt waiting for this newlywed to attend the function. Dhruv with a very composed motion said, ”Don’t worry Sneha, let us be here just you and me”. “No Dhruv, let us go. Mr. Sharma called us with so much delight.  I’ll talk to you after we get back”, she said. Dhruv with a cute smile and cheered happiness agreed upon and both went to attend the party.   

Sneha, she was the embrace to Dhruv. All she believed was to mantle the mist of her skin be touched by his moist hands with desires. She wanted to dance deeply within Dhruv’s softness and that gentle touch. She wanted to smell all those vanilla and orchids to bloom in the scent of her hair. She wanted his hands to run her glowing skin. She wanted his warmth should be very close to her. She wanted to have her heart lean against his chest. She wanted to have that first kiss which smoothly joined the strings of the satisfaction. She wanted to have his joint passion running with hers. She wanted to make love and get love. She wanted to utter in that secret voice that, ”Yes, I’m purely yours “. She wanted to sense that glows of nights and days. She solely and eternally wanted to be of him. But, there was something that made her heart to tear down. There was something that brought nightmares and there was something that made her void and insignificant. 

Dhruv on the other end was very calm and composed. He found someone who turned his world into the universe. He had feelings that very special and beautiful. He wanted to touch her but, only with those same gestures the way he will. He wanted to mirror his reflection in hers. He wanted to pull her with that affection and loyalty. He wanted to unlace her from all the traces of dilemmas. He wanted to absorb her and walk with her throughout the coming mornings and nights. And most certainly, he wanted to make his singular sensation run down with that same warmth inside hers but, only when she was pleasant enough and allowed him to spend all those moments admiring. So, what was her past…? What things actually happened…? Will our relationship sustain or ruin the bond? He kept wondering while he was driving and suddenly, the song, ”Jab koi baat bigad jayee” started playing. Sneha who was sitting at the front seat started looking at Dhruv. She now had enough words, but it was not the sublime time and, and then…Wait for the next episode, coming soon…!!!  

Reviews please...!!

Modern taste...“Chalo ladka dekhne chalte”…!!