In this series, I'm gonna cover some initial parts of Shaurya aur anokhi ki kahani show, this is half imagination and half show content. It consists only the starting phase, till shagun and shaurya's relationship. As, in starting Shaurya was seen eg...
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As I entered my father's room, with a servant having a cup of tea, I saw the condition of his room. OH fish, it felt like.. A heavy storm.. Not a storm.. But a tornado has just passed by his room Like, " Hey Shaan, what's up dude? Yeah, I waa juat trespassing and thought about you, so came to meet you. BTW how things are going man? "
It might sound humorous to anyone, but not for me. Because it was a complete havoc. How can a single soul live in such a place?
Ok, lemme clear the situation : The room was devoid of sunlight, it's not like he didn't have windows or curtains, but he had pulled them down. So many cushions were spreaded here and there, like it was some kind of ferry. Yess,we do have cushions in our room, but we don't go on presenting them like that. Even if, you do have more cushions, that doesn't mean you have get license toput them disoriented. On the couch, there was a different rail of smaller and bigger cushions. Dad himself was sleeping on a pillow with a pool of cushions all over the bed too. The servant put down the saucer and tea cup, then went away like it was a daily scenario. This doesn't affect him. How lucky he is! Well, I firstly opened the curtains so that a small beam of sunlight could enter. I saw my green kid sized football that used to be my favorite in my childhood, lying on the arm of sofa. So, he do cares for me. Yeah, OK... I know.. He loves me just as I do, but we both don't express this too often because of our bigger than brain size ego.
Good morning dad. It's quite late, wake up.
I saw, many pictures from his memory box were out, lying here and there just like the cushion. I started gathering some stuff of him. Yeah, I do care. I could call any servant to clean the room, which I will do obviously. But first, I do have idea what could that stuff include. So, I wanted to clean it myself. Because, firstly : I knew how important that memories were for dad and I hate to admit but I was fond of some of them myself.
Secondly, I have some reputation man! The most handsome and gorgeous man of the house can't let the servants watch the pictures of his childhood which includes his nude ones too. In some I was bathing, in some I was just running wih bare bottom. So it was better and suitable to serve on your own. I knew very well, that to the target (basically the memories) my steps were aiming, was going to hurt me to the core. My heart would bleed, and the sore that never heel would re-open. But, I had switched to the self-destructive mode, also it was just attracting me towards itself. The true memories of my childhood, where I was completely happy. The only ones, where I could laugh totally and fully. Neither did I want to step away, nor I could if I would want. That was too intimidating. I sat on the sofa, that was almost a part of bed and started collecting pics.
It contained a letter, written in scribbled writing. Perhaps, dad had wrote that for mom in running hand, but had not been able to make her get that. I wonder, was it from the time when they were in college? It seemed a little childish. But then again, he was childish from starting, I had told him several times that many a times, it seems like I'm his dad not vice versa. So it said : Noor, In life there are certain things that words cannot describe . The feelings I have for you where I talk to you, think about you, dream about you are amazing. I have never felt like this before.
