The Fight for Love…

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“I don’t know what I should do now!” He looked worried and was sweating profusely.

“What happened?” She put a hand on his hand and looked into his eyes.

“I proposed her last night.” He was still shaking.

“Wow! What did she say?” She removed her hand and stood up.

“That she doesn’t have any feelings for me.” He looked away.

“Then what happened?”

“I couldn’t sleep all night after that. I felt pathetic.”

She came near him, twisted his ear and said, “Idiot! You could have called me.”

“At that point of time I was completely lost in thoughts. I didn’t feel like doing anything.” He replied with a frown and looked into her eyes.

She cupped his face in her hands and said, “You fool! Why are you giving up so easily? You should put up a fight. I am pretty sure she will be yours in no time. You have to just try a bit hard. And don’t you dare lose hope!” She smiled.

“You are right! I want this to happen. I have been waiting for this for a long time.” He stood up and looked determined.

“It will happen. I am sure.”

“Thank you so much. You are an angel.” He kissed her on the cheek and walked away.

She watched him walk away. A tear trickled down her cheek. The very same cheek where he had kissed her a moment ago and wished from the bottom of her heart that he would kiss her there every single day for the rest of her life.

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I Will Never Be the Same… A Different Story…

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The Present…

The bus halted in front of her. She was looking at a small girl playing near the bus stop. As soon as she turned her gaze away from her, she saw a couple sitting on the last seat of the bus. They looked like college graduates. The girl rested her head on the guy’s shoulder while he played with her hair.

The smile vanished from her face.

 Déjà vu…

It was the last day of the college. People were rejoicing in every corner of the campus. But away from the entire hustle bustle, they had found themselves a place to spend the final moments of their college days. The last seat of the college bus.

She put her head on his shoulder. They held each other’s hand.

“Promise me…” She requested in her melodic voice. “Promise me that you will never forget me…”

“I promise. This is not the end!” He smiled. She looked into his eyes.

They kissed.

Why?

After that night, they never saw each other again.

What changed? Why did they get separated? Suddenly her mind was heavy with questions which she had stopped asking herself after her marriage. Suddenly she felt her so called happy and peaceful world crumble before her eyes. Tears slid down her crimson face.

Back to present…

Hurried footsteps reached her ears. A soft hand gripped her little finger. She wiped her tears. She forced smile on her face and looked down.

“Mommy, why are your crying?” The little girl asked in her childish voice.

“It’s nothing honey.” She winked at her.

The little girl smiled.

Her mother hugged her. She couldn’t help but sob silently.  

A Kiss to Remember

Thunder.

He looked at the sky and then at the cars passing by. Then he looked at his watch. It was mid night. He sighed.

Raindrops.

He was standing alone waiting for the last bus to arrive. A raindrop fell on his face and rolled down his face. He looked at the papers in his hand. He held them over his head and waited for the bus to arrive.

Telephone Booth.

He ran in the direction of the desolate telephone booth. He had no other place to go. He closed the door behind him. He sighed again. He looked at the papers in his hands. They were already wet.

 Unspoken Words.

Someone knocked on the door. He opened it and before he could see who it was, someone rushed inside the booth. The person closed the door. She looked at him. He looked at her. Her curly hairs were dripping. She was shivering. She smelled heavenly. She could feel his breath over her face. They stood in that booth merely inches away. But no one spoke a single word.

I…I…

“You will get sick if you don’t dry yourself!” He could see the helpless in her eyes. He extended his handkerchief to her. She took it without any hesitation and wiped her face. Her brown eyes reflected the small bulb inside the telephone booth. She caught him looking at her. A reddish hue spread all over her face. She turned her eyes away from him. He looked away too. The silence was back.

The Truth.

An hour had passed but no one spoke and they stood there waiting for the rain to stop. Their hands touched. Their legs touched. Her wet hairs brushed against his face. She was blushing. He was feeling embarrassed too. “You can keep those papers down.” She asked him. He realized that his grip had already damaged the papers to certain extent. “It’s my resignation letter. It’s okay!” He smiled at her. “I am running away from my home.” She looked at him. His smile vanished. He felt like asking why but his inner self stopped him. They kept staring at each other.

Time Stops.

A tear rolled down her cheek. He put his arms around her. She hugged him back. “Everything will be okay!” He couldn’t utter anything else. She looked at him. He looked at her. He had fallen in love already. He put his hand on her soft cheek. She closed her eyes. They kissed.

Rain stops.

Their lips parted when they heard the bus approaching. Rain had stopped by then. He opened the door and went outside. The bus stopped near the booth. She came out of the booth. “Where will you go now?” He asked her. “I don’t know!” she replied sheepishly.

He threw the papers and held her hand. They got in the bus together.  

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I Will Never Be the Same…

One year ago…

We were sitting near the college entrance. The girl’s hostel was just minutes away from there. We gawked at every passing girl. And then we saw her for the first time. “Go ahead, talk to her!” I asked him. After all he was my best friend.

One month ago…

I looked at them again. He smiled. They were sitting together holding each other’s hands. She looked gorgeous in her green sari. It was my birthday party. And I had received the best birthday party present that very day.

One week ago…

“Are you sure about this?” I asked him again.

“Yes, but I need your help!” He was perturbed beyond measure.

“I will manage something!” I assured him.

One day ago…

“Abhi, I don’t think I can do this. I am scared. This is not a rational decision.” She was crying over the phone.

“Please don’t back out now. And I think everything will be fine.” I pleaded to her.

“Okay. Thank you so much for all your help.”

I smiled. I prayed to God.

One hour ago…

“She is not coming. Something is wrong.” He looked at me with tears in his eyes.

“Patience!” I kept his bag on the ground. In reality I was losing my patience too.

“What if she doesn’t show up? Did her brothers come to know about everything?” He gulped.

I looked at him and then at the electronic display. The train was going to leave in ten minutes.

“Let’s wait and watch!” I was at loss of words too.

One minute ago…

I looked at him. He was bleeding from his nose. I could feel pain rise from my stomach to my chest. I tried to get up from the dirty platform but failed. He had fainted. I could hear people approaching towards us. They picked us up.

Now…

They had taken him to the nearest hospital. I was going back home. I checked my inbox. One new message.

“I am sorry…”

Tears rolled down my cheek. His bleeding face was all that came to my mind. I don’t think I will be the same after this…

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