It is waiting

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"Bhama, did you forget me? How long I have to wait?  I am ready to wait for you until my death.  Or even after my death I will wait for you.  But let know, where you my love.  I cannot live like this more.  I want to see you.  What happened to you.  Whatever happened to you I am ready to accept you.  Come back to me.  I know Sathyan would have been trapped you as he trapped everyone in our family.  But that devil says he don't know where are you.  He just know somebody bought you.  Kiran told me this. I know you will have hesitation to face me.  Don't worry.  I don't mind anything.  I just need you. I want to fulfil our dreams. I love you so much. Just come to me. How are you dear?  How long your Balu have to wait for you?  Give me an answer "

He was looking into a black and white photo of Bhama.  She is so beautiful.

Balu heard the cry of Hornbill.  Bhama too was hearing it.  Because she was in a forest. In dark.

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How many years since she have been here, Bhama don't know.  She was a very innocent childish girl.  Blood relation marriage may have problems.  But Her marriage with Balu was already fixed.  Since childhood they treated each other as their own.  They are born for each other.  Whatever reforms Anand and Anu asks, Balu and Bhama cannot stop thinking of each other.  They still loves each other.  Balu is waiting for her.  But Bhama never want to go back to him.  Because she loves him more than herself.   All the doors of the house where she is trapped opened always in front of her. But she will never to try  escape from there.  She have no contacts with anyone outside the house.   She lives in a different world. Where only devils are coming and going.  Now she is sitting in the middle of twelve men as a statue in a red saree.  There is going to start  some ritual. This is her life.  

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Sathyan hoped that one day he can getup from the bed as a phoenix.  But nothing happened. Nobody was there to take care of him.  As a wounded street dog, he laid in the bed without help. He had money. So a home nurse was there.  But with money no one can buy love and care. The home nurse worked only for money. Too formal approach to the patient. Sathyan never got any attention. No love, No care. Now he is a smelly living dead body.  Deserved punishment from heaven. Even if he pray for his health, home nurse wouldn't allow him to die. Not because of love, but because, if Sathyan die , home nurse will lose the job.  Nobody will kill ducks which lays golden eggs.    Sathyan's  life is ongoing in the bed .

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Ben is missing since one year.  Kiran and Anand are always doing follow up of the case. Derik also doing the same.  He always contact Kiran and Anand.
That day when Bengot missed, before his missing Ben contacted Jessica.  He send a mail to her.  And he told he was so excited to see her again.  He told her to plan for a trip. Jessica is still.waiting for Ben.  "Where are you dear?"

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                                   Some times we have to wait our whole life to get answers to our questions and we have to continue our waiting patiently for that.    Balu have that patience.  Will Jessica have that?   In real life it is not necessary to unfold all mysteries. Some mysteries are  part of history. It remains as folded umbrellas always.  Nature will have its own time to unfold it.  We need to wait. 

                                                                                         (The End)

(A/N,  Though the story ends here,  I want to unfold the umbrella once.  For that we have to wait.  Can you all please wait until  my "When dusk holds Dawn"?  But now I can offer a surprise  epilogue .  An Epilogue is waiting for You )





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