Chapter 3: TAKRAAR

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At 6:00 am, sidharth quickly ran to the bathroom after freshening up wore his jogging suit.He likes to jog early in the morning, wearing shoes quietly closes the door making sure that he doesn't cause any sort of disturbance.

He ran towards the elevator accidentally dashing into someone as fragile as flower. He pulls her to himself due to which her hair falls on his face the beautiful smell immediately captivates his soul it brings a subtle smile on his face.

She instantly got away apologizing to him for her mistake "I am sorry, main jaldi mein thi." she got a back witnessing sidharth. She was shocked that out of everyone it's him.

"Main bhi .. chalein ?" as the door slides open.

She went inside followed by him "jogging ?" asks to which she nods "same here, aapko bhi pasand hai is time par karna ?" he asks "haan" she says a bit softly feeling uncomfortable cause why is it he and she are constantly bumping into each other ?

Even if it's an accident why does it feel different ?

"Aapke pehle raat yahan kaise guzre I hope it was comfortable ?" he asks, reaching ground level.

"Yea sort of once again thank you for the dinner ! Main chalte hoon." she ran ahead feeling weird it is something that she feels in her stomach.

She wants to avoid meeting him.

He jogs after her while she notices him there are many other jogging and exercising yet they were only noticing eachother. He saw her, how pretty she looked in a ponytail. The way her face would shine under heat.

She won't deny that he looks handsome, his eyes are captivating and breath taking too. After some time about an hour later she stopped, drank little water while he continued running.

Nobody could deny that he had a great stamina ! His physique is to die for ...
She hardly, took off eyes from him to force-fully look around.
The society is very well clean and managed some parents are busy waiting for school buses.

It's too hot, wiping off sweat turns to leave mean while sidharth disappointedly watched the scene wishing that she could stay for longer time.

She quickly ran to her room, freshening up wore a pink satin saree with cute jhumkas "aap please araav ko dekh laina main bass abhi raashan leke aye." taking handbag and putting on watch, told radha ji who was arranging kitchen utensils.

"Didi, aap befikar hokar jao !" radha ji assured.

She genuinely appreciates whatever radha ji has been doing for her araav tho she takes salary but still she does more than what a worker can do. It was too difficult and challenging when her araav was born cause she had no guidance.

She was completely alone even after having that so called husband whom she married against all the members of her family. She chose to walk as the market was just nearby "pagal hogaye hai us se shaadi karegi jise baat karne ke tameez nahin hai ?" poor dad's words still haunt her.

"Papa usne aise bhi koi baat nahi ke aap khud hi sochein hum abhi young struggling doctors hain pyaar hona tha hogaya ... shaadi toh hum araam se karainge please mummy aap bolo na inko yeh is tarah apne purani ghissi pitti soch hum pe nee daal sakte .. rohan kya sochta hoga.. hum purane khayalat ke log hain !?" her eyes moist, as hurtful words were uttered from her bitter mouth.

It was her blind love that spoke in-front of every one in her family.Nobody had ever done it cause her parents had come from a small village where educating girls itself was disapproved. She hated being the elder most daughter broke their hearts trust and love pushing all the agony aside, enters the market in their society.

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