𝐒𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑

PART 43

NOTE :-
Many of the readers are wondering, why did Jungkook's family believed the priest instead of doing any "Puja or Hwan". The thing is, Jungkook family is Desi styled, he is a medical student and we know how much costly it is to make him study, Jungkook has already missed his college for a large number of days and it won't be easy for him to cover up the syllabus, he usually don't comes home for years, just because he wanted to focus, even on holidays. The puja will take minimum, a whole week which will help in nothing but create more problems, in money and Jungkook's studious life style.

In this case, Eunyoo who tends to believe in these things had made up her mind to listen to the priest with her full trust.

Just trust me and the process and move further, I won't disappoint you.

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The night unfolded in soft cold breezes with gentle light of the moon, falling through the window into their room, the room-----once so cheerful and a symbol of peace to her heart felt nothing more then an empty place at this moment to her, she sat quietly on the bed, her back facing the door, her eyes glued to the moon as if seeking peace within her heart, the dry mark of tears on her soft cheeks could be enough to understand the situation, her hands clutched to her heart, her eyes slowly travelled around the room

So dark with no trace of light, so quiet with no trace of happiness, so odd yet shimmering beautifully under the soft glow of moonlight, her eyes stopped on the wall, it fell over her painting----the painting made with utter care and delicate stroke with those gentle blends of colour by her husband, a small almost invisible smile adorned her lips, she stood up, her steps moving towards it with a almost slow phase, she stood in front of it, her hand reached upwards and fingers trached her painting so softly-----like a delicate flower

"Wish, Wish you will be here, but you can't be" She whispered, her whisper barely above a breathe, a soft almost unheard chuckle left her lips, her eyes travelled towards a glass shelf, a small Bluetooth caught her attention, she titled her head slightly in confusion and reached out to open the glass shelf, the soft sliding sound of the glass door filling the room mixing with the soft rhythm of the moving fan above her head, she held the Bluetooth in her hand and a sweet memory crossed her mind

"Do you know Jaan, I really Love music, I got this Bluetooth with the best collection of songs to myself" His voice filled with enthusiasm rang within her mind, she gently yet softly trached the device and ON it, the SD card already inserted within it played, the soft humming of the song filling the air

On the hand hand, as if the destiny was playing a beautiful game, He put on his ear buds and played the same song on his mobile, sitting silently, the soft humming of the song filling his ears, his eyes stared at beautiful moon, the compartment of him was dimmed, except for the moonlight bathing his features nothing could be seen, the song ever so soft and gentle seems to ease their hearts and captivate their mind but the lyrics hit deep within, making them to travel back into the memories of their beloved partners

Dum dara dum dara
Mast mast dara
Dum dara dum dum

Oh hum dum
Bin tere kya jeena [x2]

A sadness engulfed their hearts, their eyes travelled back to the moon shimmering beautifully in the sky, a sad smile adorned their lips, her steps moved in a slow yet gentle move towards their wedding pictures kept on the table stand near the bed, her fingers trached it, tears perked up into her eyes like a beautiful shimmering crystals under the darkness

Tere bina beswaadi beswaadi ratiyaan, oh sajna [x2]

His heart thumped against his chest, an ache forming on it, as if the lyrics seems to speak his words, his eyes ever so calm and steady holds the darkness lying under it, She stood in front of wedding picture and as if her muscles moved involuntarily, she took a gentle twirl, her hand reached towards her chest, making a soft gesture of sweetness, the expression one of sadness