If there's anything synonymous to love, it is destiny.
If love is done straight from the heart with complete honesty even the stars and the universe will intervene together to make it happen.
If it's meant to be, it will happen.
Sameer opens his eyes, still lying on the surface of that place that once had seen the cherished moments and now witnessing a life full of void. He didn't know when a heavy layer of snow had engulfed the entire space, when he had fallen asleep, and when he had lost himself in recollecting the memories.
"Raaste bhi saare barf se dhak gaye hai, aur yahan toh koi dikh bhi nhi rha hai. Driver ko bhi kaise call karu, network bhi nhi hai," he thought while seeing the whole area changed into white.
On another side, only a few meters away, inside a small house at the same place, Naina was reading a novel. Before concluding the chapter, she read out the last lines twice. 'When love knocks on the door, it will see what's in my mind and translate what hides in my heart. It will read my eyes with no words, with no dictionary, and with no explanations needed.'
"Aisa sirf kitabon ya filmon ki duniyaa mein hi hota hai, asal zindagi mein nhi." Putting the bookmark on that page, she closes and keeps the book back.
However, suddenly, the lights were gone, immersing the house into blackness. "Yeh light ko bhi abhi hi jana tha, mausam kharab hua nhi aur light gul," while looking for the candles in the adjacent drawers, she murmurs to herself. At last, after lighting the candle, she brings a dazzling light into the room, absorbing the darkness. That's when she heard a constant knock on the main gate of the house.
"Is waqt kaun hoga, jarur Mrs. Briganza hi hogi. Kal woh apna Prayer cross yahin bhul gayi thi, jarur wohi lene aayi hogi." Clutching a wooden Jesus Cross in one hand, and soft candlelight in the other, she unlocks the door. And, there a man was standing in a wet black suit, with a long and broad physique than before, but with no bliss observable on his face. Yes, there he was. 'Her Sameer' was standing before her for whom she was waiting for the last 15 years. It has been rightly said by someone that love really comes knocking on your door; not only in films, not only in books but in real life too.
Whereas on the other side of the door, his eyes were blankly looking at the sight in front of him. He fears if he blinks she would certainly vanish like his all illusions. 'His Naina' was there in front of him attired in a white plain Anarkali suit, with bare feet, open hairs, and with empty eyes. And his eyes were staring deep into her eyes, so deep that he could read how much she'd loved him and how much she still does. He wanted to touch her, to feel her, to make sure that this was unquestionably not an illusion like before that he used to see all day and night.
"Nai..na," he sighed and lifts his hand to touch her. Before he could caress her, she screams, "Aah" as hot candlewax falls on hand.
Pulling down his hand, Sameer whispered to her, "Yeh garam mom toh mere haath par girl hai, dard tumhe kyu mehsoos hua. Bolo na..mere dard se tumhe dard kyu hua, Naina."
"Kon Naina," she said, lowering her eyelids.
"Really" grabbing the candle from her, and taking a few steps back from the doorstep, he glances at the nameplate affixed to the entrance. "Ms. Naina Aggarwal, tum toh nhi hogi..right."
"Tum yahan kyu aaye ho?" she finally enquired.
"Tum yahan kyu reh rhi ho?" he asked back.
"Sawaal pehle maine pucha tha. Bahar heavy snowfall ho rha hai, tum chaho toh andar aakar jawaab de sakte ho," she exclaimed while letting him in.
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FanfictionSome 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...
