Ishq Wala Love❣️❤️

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Tushar came out in the lawn and let his tears fall.

She was here. After so many years. She was so close to him yet so far.

She was married. She had a son. Looking up at the sky he cried.

Cried for his love. Cried because he thought he lost her.

Zoya was feeling suffocated inside. Her heart was beating too fast and she needed some air.

Informing her father she moved to the lawn to get some air. The air was calm and noisefree. She took a deep breath and started walking.

Her feet and eyes stopped when she spotted a man leaning on the railing.

She started moving to the opposite side when he turned and she froze.

He froze too. His eyes were a bit swollen and red.

She continued to look at him remembering their last encounter.

Her father was totally against their relationship. He wanted a rich, well established man for his daughter.

And he wasn't wrong.

"You young man! Prove yourself and become capable of asking for my daughter's hand. Baap hu mai. Aise hi apni bachi ko kisi ke bhi saath nhi bhej skta."

(I am a father. I can't let my daughter marry anyone like that.)

And Tushar had decided.

"Zoya! I promise baby. I will come back. And I will prove it to your father. Tab pure haq se aaunga tumhe apne saath le jaane aur uncle khud ye kaam krenge khushi khushi. Tab tak bas tab tak mera wait krlo."

(I will come with every right and uncle will send you happily. For then wait for me.)

He had said to a teary eyed Zoya who had nodded and promised him.

"I'll wait for you forever if I have to Tushar. Mere liye sirf tum ho. No one else. Please jaldi aana."

(Its only you for me. Please come fast.)

She had said and he had kissed her long and slow before leaving for London.

He had a business idea and needed funds to set up.

She as promised waited for him.

One month. Two months. Six months. An year. Two years.

But he hadn't returned.

Zoya's eyes teared up as she stared at the man in front of her. 

Tushar's condition was no different.

He remembered what had happened when he returned.

He was so happy that he finally fulfilled his promise. It took him time. But now he was back. To make her his forever.

He reached her home but was stopped at the gate.

"Sir aapke paas invitation hai?"

(Sir do you have an invitation?)

The guard asked him and he frowned.

Invitation?

That's when his eyes fell on the house decorated so beautifully. Was there any function going on?

"Koi function hai kya yaha pr?"

(Is there any function here?)

He asked the guard who nodded and said.

"Sahab ki beti ki shaadi hai. Ussi ke function chal rhe hai."

(The owner's daughter's wedding. Its functions.)

He felt something break. His heart. Her promise.

She had broken her promise of waiting for him. He had come for her. But she had already moved on.

He saw her move towards him and stop directly in front of him.

He admired her. Her beautiful black hair which reached her mid back. The hair he has moved his fingers in a thousand times.

Her beautiful brown eyes. The eyes he had stared into for hours.

Her sharp pointed nose. The nose he loved to flick to irritate her.

Her full plump lips. The lips he had kissed and still remembers the taste of.

"Tushar!"

She whispered his name and he closed his eyes.

Her voice. The voice he loved to hear his name from.

How was he ever supposed to move on from her. Forget her. Stop loving her. He could not. He could not even hate for not waiting for him.

But she was someone else's now. Someome else would be moving his fingers in her hair now. Someone else would be staring into her eyes now. Someone else would be flicking her nose now. Someone else would be kissing her now. And someone else would be enjoying hearing his name from her mouth now.

He wanted to kill that someone but he could not. She was happy with him. He had seen it.

He opened his eyes and saw her looking at him with tears in her eyes.

"Hi."

He whispered but she did not reply. She continued to look at him.

"Long time!"

He said but she just looked at him as if he had betrayed her.

"I waited for you. Tum nhi aaye Tushar."

(You did not come Tushar.)

She complained and a tear fell from her eye. She let it.

"I did Zoya. Mai aaya tha. Shayad tum wait krte krte thak gyi thi. Mai aaya tha tumhe lene but you were already getting married."

(I came. Maybe you got tired waiting. I came to take you but you were already getting married.)

He said with a sad smile. She looked at him and asked.

"Did you try to contact me?"

"There was no point Zo-"

"My father has two daughters."

She cut him off in between. He looked at her surprised. Why was she telling him this? He knew this already.

"What?"

She stepped closer and now they were a feet apart.

"My father...has two daughters Tushar. Di ki shaadi thi. Mai toh aaj bhi pagalo ki tarah tumhara wait kr rhi hu. I kept waiting and waiting for you. But you. Never. Came."

(It was di's wedding. I am still waiting for you like mad.)

She said the last part hitting his chest. She burst out crying. Her emotions now taking a toll on her. Tushar was shocked.

What had he done? He had assumed the worst of her and left in his anger.

He was insecure about their relationship and thought that she left him because he wasn't capable enough for her.

But she had waited. And was still waiting. He had hurt her so much. In his stupidity. If only once had he tried to talk to her. If only.

"I am sorry Zoya. I am so sorry baby."

He tried to hold her but she pushed him and wiped her tears angrily.

"Don't! Don't call me that. And don't touch me. I was waiting for you because I needed a closure. We never broke up Tushar. I am doing it now."

She declared but Tushar wasn't letting her to. Not after waiting for so many years.
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