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Sometimes women love more.
"Duniya jab kismat se takrana seekhti,
Tab maine kismat ke saamne jukna seekha tha.
Shayad kismat mein unse ishq nahi lekin unka intezaar likha tha.,"
(When the world learnt on how to fi...
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*Nishtha's POV*:-
I threw another punch at the sturdy cylindrical bag, this punch harder than the rest, and I could feel the frustration, the anger, the anxiety, all bubbling up inside me. But for the first time today, I feel a shift. It's subtle, but it's there. A little piece of the heaviness lifting from my chest.
I looked at the watch hung on the wall, 2:45 a.m was the time. And when did I come to the gym ? Somewhere around 1:45 ? One hour. Not bad ha.
Really ?
But was it the good reasons ? No. I had once again come to eject out my pain and anger.
"Why don't you take care of yourself Ranvijay !."
Punch.
"The bullet was just an inch away from your heart."
Punch.
"That place is for me to reside in, not a bullet."
Punch.
I step back, my fists still clenched at my sides, and take a deep breath. The sting in my hand has dulled, the burn in my arms fading away, leaving behind a lingering burn. The anger is still there, but atleast it's no longer suffocating me.
He was wounded, his life was saved by some mere inches and instead of recuperating in a hospital he was here playing the Nashik dhol (drum) hung on his left shoulder and adding extra pressure to his injury.
Why Ranvijay ? Why doesn't he understand that every thing that hurts him, hurts me 10x times more.
He might bear the wound but it's me who is feeling the agony.
Every time I closed my eyes to rest, the red blog of blood just a few inches over his heary made my heart fall in a pit.
Just a few inches.
How much I wish that it would be his face instead of the punching bag right now ! Perhaps some nice punches could have shook his brain to think straight.
I literally tried to imagine his face instead of the punching bag and guess what ?
My hands couldn't even lift a finger against him.
That's the power he holds over me. The one that would overpower every sense and logic1 of mine towards him. The logical thinking of my brain would end when he was the subject of it, my heart would overpower every decision of mine against him.
I feel you Naina Viraj Rajput. I can feel your constraints now sasu maa (mother-in-law).
Clearly, loving first and loving more is dangerous.
