Unforgettable Destiny

♡ moon ♡

Hame aapka jism nhi aapka Didar chahiye
Aapko apna bnane ke liye sirf aapka pyar chahiye

Anirudha pov ~

The After a long day at work, I walked back to my room, still caught in the swirl of emotions that had been haunting me for years. I stepped into the bathroom for a cold shower to refresh myself, but even as I stood there, I couldn't shake the thoughts that had taken over my mind. After drying off, wrapped in a towel, I stood in front of the mirror and couldn't help but ask myself:

"Aakhir kya hai usme jo main use itne sal bad bhi bhool nahi paya?"
(What is it about her that I still can't forget her, even after all these years?)

I thought back to the first time I met her, the way everything seemed to fall into place in an instant, and I whispered:

"Aakhir kyu main us se pehli mulakat me hi use se pyar kar baitha. Uski smile, uski aankhein, uski har chiz se mujhe itna pyar kyu ho rha hai?"
(Why did I fall in love with her the very first time we met? Why do I feel so much love for her smile, her eyes, and every little thing about her?)

With those thoughts still lingering, I walked to my wardrobe, put on my night suit, and headed toward my special room. It’s located on the second floor of my bungalow, on the right side. Alongside my office, personal garden, and attached swimming pool, it's a space that holds everything related to her. On the left side, there are rooms for Anuj and Anahita, but my room... my room is different. It's a room that holds all the memories of her, neatly tucked away in each corner.

I entered my special room, and as always, I took in the sight of everything that had been created for her—paintings I had done of her, capturing every detail of her beauty. My eyes moved toward the cupboard on the right, where I kept the bracelet she gave me, and that torn dupatta, the one she had wrapped around my bleeding head. It was still stained with my blood, but more than that, it was soaked with memories of her care, her touch.

I pulled out that dupatta, draping it over my face, and instantly, her fragrance surrounded me. The blood stain didn’t matter—her scent, the essence of her, still lingered, and for a brief moment, I could feel her presence again.

"Wo rat mere liye us uljhi paheli ki tarah hai jisme dard bhi hai aur khushi bhi, bechaini bhi hai aur sukoon bhi."
(That night is like a tangled riddle for me, where there is both pain and happiness, restlessness and peace.)

I gently placed the dupatta back in the cupboard and picked up the bracelet she gave me, holding it in my hand as I spoke softly:

"Mujhe wo sab se pyar hai jo tum se judi ho."
(I love everything that is connected to you.)

Sitting down, I opened my diary and began to write, my heart racing as I poured my thoughts onto the pages:

"Aakhir aaj wo mujhe mil hi gyi. Kismat ka khel dekho, jise main 2 sal se paglon ki tarah dhundh raha tha, wo aaj mujhe mil gayi. Meri Miss Special."
(Finally, I found her today. See the game of fate—someone I had been searching for like crazy for the past two years came into my life today. My Miss Special.)

Just like her, her name was as lovely as everything about her. A smile tugged at my lips as I called her name: Isha.

As I placed the bracelet and diary back into their place, I was lost in the memories of that moment when I found her, and the room felt like it was alive with everything that was hers. But suddenly, a knock at the door pulled me back from my thoughts.