The power of love is that antidote that burns you in the starting and mends you at the end.
A man in his early 30s was sitting in the front seat of a lavish car. His well-toned physique with a numb soul and a thumping heart was elegantly wrapped within a black Armani suit. His eyes and the entrapped emotions were effortlessly covered behind a pair of glass shades. His pulsating nerves of the wrist along with an inked name of five letters were perfectly hidden underneath an Omega timeless luxury watch. His face was inexpressive, his mouth was silent, his mind was continually functioning, and his fingers were endlessly running on his tablet screen.
Though in the next minute all of a sudden he lifts his blank face and turns it to his side window. The glimpse that caught his interest was mere of a girl. Slowly rolling down the window, the December frosty winds first touches him gently, and later he realizes it wasn't the face he longed for. Dismally, averting his gaze, he slides up the glass.
"Na tum saath hoti ho, aur na hi akela chodti ho. Tabhi toh aaj tak meri nazar kisi aur par tik hi nhi payi. Woh baat alag hai..maine tumhe har shaks mein talasha jarur hai," he thought for a moment and yet again got engaged with the device in his hands.
Later, his phone buzzed, and he spoke, "Suite book karne ki koi jarurat nhi hai. Mera kaam yahan kuch der ka hi hai. Main aaj hi vapis nikal aayuga. Aur wahan toh humesha ki tarah room book hoga hi." He ends the call and reasoned with himself, "Tumhe dhundne mein itna waqt beet gaya ki pata hi nhi chala ki kab hotel ka kamra mera ghar ban gaya."
The next moment, the voice of the driver brought him back, "Sahab ek baat kahe, jahan aap ja rhe hai wahan ek din bhi na ruke..aisa ho hi nhi payega. Bahut khoobsurat shehar hai woh."
"Tumhe paise gaadi chalane ke mil rhe hai liye ya phir yahan ke tourism ko promote karne ke liye. Aur zara accelerator dabao. I don't have spare time to waste. Na hi is safar ke liye aur na hi tumhari khoobsurat jagah ke liye. Acha hoga apne kaam se kaam rakho."
"Khadoos." A girl's shrill voice rumbled in his ears from the rear seat of the car. And this time when he turns, he finds that face that he always yearned for. The face that was never actually present with him, but his heart never drifted away from it. Without her, he was also no more himself.
"Bechare ko kitna daant diya tumne. Aisa bhi kya hi kaha tha usne. Ek number ke khadoos ho tum." The girl again voiced annoyingly.
"Shut Up," he retorted back.
"Sahab, par hum toh kuch bole hi nhi." Petrified, the driver exclaimed.
"Tumse nhi kaha, woh toh.." he once again looks at the back side, and this time discovers the rear seat empty and unfilled just like his void life. The delusion that he imagined every time, every minute, every moment never ever had become the truth of his life.
"Aur yeh kya bakwas gaane lagaye hue hai tumne..kon sunta hai inhe," he spoke with anger evident on his face.
"Main sunti hoon, mujhe bahut pasand hai yeh gaana. Kitna toh acha hai," the same girl's voice again he heard.
"Sahab laga rehne dijiye na..meri biwi ko bahut pasand hai yeh gaana. Jab bhi uski yaad aati hai, sun leta hoon. Par agar aap kehte hai toh main bandh.." He obstructs the driver to not switch off the Music Player but rather increases the volume. "Laga rehne do."
Ajib dastan hai yeh,
Kahan shuru kahan khatam.
Yeh manjile hai kaunsi,
Na woh samajh sa ke na hum.
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Reclining his seat a liitle, he shuts his eyes closed and finds himself locked in the trap of memories where a school girl dressed in her uniform sitting in an empty class was blabbering nonstop, "Tum Buddhu ho."
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FanficSome serendipitous encounters in life gives all the meaning to the life, or perhaps it gives the whole life. But once that momnet is gone, it's gone. Though for someone, love becomes the synonym for their breathing. That is why love should never be...
