"As their eyes met, the hearts fluttered. The butterflies danced, as the souls found their solace in each other's hold. "
A tale of romance that made their hearts to skip beats, as it will make yours too.
Dive in to know how they found their...
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She sobbed and sobbed.
After a while I pulled her out, softly holding her figure, I stared deeply into her eyes. I held her face in between my hands, " Now. Listen to me. Very carefully. Shri.. You are the best. And even if you believe you are not. But for me, you are. The best that I ever got in my life. Shri, moreover as I said earlier, I don't want anyone else other than you. I want you. Just you. Listen.. I don't even know, who is the fiancee that you are talking about. And I don't even care. For me. My fiancee, my future wife, the mother to my children's is you. Just you and no one else. Understand this very clearly. ", I said as she tried subduing her hiccups.
I again took a deep breath as I continued, " Shri.. The story. It'll get it's deserved hype. Believe me. It'll. I myself know, how amazing my Shri writes. And even if it's taking time. It'll get it's deserved love. If people out there are not okay with the story, that is not going to stop my Shri from sharing her creativity. Cause, my Shri writes for her own self. For the love of writing. Right? ", she nodded. " Your friends! If they are your true ones, they'll return back on their own. You did nothing wrong. You are the best friend anyone could ever have or ask for. I have my personal experience in this matter. So saying. I know tumhe bura laga when they didn't invite you to the get-to-gather. Par it's okay. They'll realize your worth. And they will themselves apologize. Dekhna. And, tumhe pata nahi hai shayad, but it's a blessing to have you as a part of our lives. You are the purest one. And I am toh, would even die or kill to have you in my life. And those who don't know your worth, don't matter at all. They don't matter.
Rahi baat, of the confessions. Not even a single fucking person matters. None of the words that those idiots behind the screens speak holds any truth or power.
They haven't talked to me, to know how much lucky I feel to have you in my life. How lucky I feel! ", I tried making her understand.
" Shri.. No matter what. I am there. For you. With you. Always. ", I again gave her the honest assurance. Just then, like something hit her, she raised her eyes. I.. I couldn't make out the sudden change of expressions that her face showed. She stared at my face for seconds before pushing me off guard. She came out of the hug and stood up in a trance. I could feel her turning numb. What was it? "Shri.. ", I too got up. " No. No. Kartik. I am sorry. Mei.. I am really sorry.. I am sorry.", With that she fell on the floor with a thud. Her wailing continued. I was getting scared now.
"Maine.. Maine tumhe batana chahiye tha.. Par Maine nahi bataya.. Sorry Kartik.. Sorry. Par mai bhi kya karti.. Sach keh rahi hu.. Sacchi.. Sacchi.. Mujhe khud yaad nahi tha.. Thik thik se.. Kuch yaad nahi tha.. It was as if I had buried it deep inside me.. Itna deep ki mujhe khud bhi isske baare mei pata nahi tha.. Ya phir shayad tha.. I should have told you.... I am sorry Kartik.. I am really sorry. ", she cried and cried. What was she even talking about. I squatted down to her levels. I tried taking her in my arms but she resisted.
