This story is about a Muslim guy who lives in Mumbai and a hindu girl who lives in Vizag. The boy is a very shy and decent boy. He don't like relationships and attachments. Even with his own family his relationship was poor.
But unknowingly he fell...
She opens the book. It's just a fansy dairy. "Wow it's so nice and even the hand writing was just awesome," she reads in her mind.
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(Following story is being read by Meera, which was written by owner of the book. So, it will be in that writer's voice.)
Name mentioned on the introduction page was Mohammad Aly Khan. She turns the page and begans to read.
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Hey! I have read somewhere books can be our best friends. So, I have chosen you as my best friend my dear book. Like others you'll never leave me or ditch me. And moreover heard someone saying, "Life is just like a book. We should pen down each and every memory on it. Otherwise if we turn back, we could only see blank pages."
Those lines touched my heart. So, I too want to fill your blank pages with some of my memories.
One fine day, it's almost 7:45pm. Stars were hidden behind dark scary clouds. I said my helper to close the shop and keep the keys with him. He said:" Drive slowly bro." But I didn't listen to him, wore my helmet and increased the speed to 90kmph. I have reached my home by 8pm.
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I started to knock the door continuously and my mom came to open the door. She was so surprised to see me at that time. She asked me to join for dinner, but without replying her I rushed into my room and i shut the door.
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I dropped the keys on the table, hanged my jacket and went to freshen up. After taking a hot bath I felt bit relaxed and wished to join my parents at dinner. I opened my door gently, stepping down stairs. Meanwhile I heard the conversation of my mom and dad. I know it's not a good manners, but I'm the subject of that topic. So, I let my ears be sharp to concentrate on their words.
Mom "I always wish he will change by time. But he didn't."
Dad "I don't have any hope on him." He sips some water.
Mom "I'm so much worried about him. Will he accept our decision?" She says in very disappointing way.
Dad Remains quite. She taps on his hand and sighs what happened?
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Dad "It been many years but still he continued to stay with that tragedy."
Mom "Are you talking about Aaisha?"
Dad "Ofcourse yes! He ruined his whole life just because of her."
Mom "No, not absolutely. Please don't say so. He will understand."
Dad "May be after my death, he will respect or atleast talk to me with love affection." By saying this he wash his hands in the dinner plate and leaves from there with lots of disgrace.
I was so sad to hear those all from my dad. I don't wanted to have dinner. I just returned back to my room and went to sleep.
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By the next day morning, even I'm in sleep I could hear the sounds of rain, a car coming near and sprinkles of rain making my blanket damp. I just removed my blanket and shouted loudly "Aaishaaa."
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