Cemetery...
As i stepped inside, my whole body started shaking. For a moment i was out of this world. I don't know, whenever i come here i feel so guilty. I still remember that day when i promised her that no will ever hurt her. I feel guilty for not being there when she took her last breath. Why couldn't i save her? I also shouldn't live . Thinking all these i stopped at her place. Where she was sleeping, maybe peacefully but i guess she is still suffering because i was suffering. This girl used to love me so much that she could have fight with the world. She used to scold everyone even when i used to bump with a chair only, where fault was mine.
I sat there, near her... breathing heavily and deeply i smiled.
Ek baat kahoon kya ijazat hai mujhe? "He closed his eyes"
Mujhe tumhari bohot zaroorat hai shivani... Bohot...."moving down he cried silently"
I placed the rose there and went from there.
Red 🌹 Rose... It was her favourite...
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Caressing this photo with her fingers, which was placed on her wall She was talking to herself. This was taken by him, her love. As Red Rose was her favourite he used to gift her every day and oneday while she was smelling this he clicked the photo and gifted her at their 3months anniversary...
Ek baat kehna chahti hoon tumse..."she touched her forehead with the picture and closed her eyes"
Mujhse ab aur nahi ho raha .... Mujhe tumhari zaroorat hai... serf tumhari..."a tear fell down"
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