"I don't want to see your face ever again." She shouted and rushed off the green park,their daily morning destination which had witnessed their affection, infantile arguments and care for years, Dewa dropped on the bench somewhat sobbing. He had never ever wondered that their five years live-in would run out its course this way. It wasn't the first time he had denied her long-awaited dream proposal of getting married but today Shweta was not the same,her beautiful face which was a blend of gorgeous eyes and rosy red lips had turned cold and dark when she blasted out the harsh statement gruffly. Each moment spent with her flashed as he strived to know the reason of her being so outrageous and animated. Moreover what annoyed him the most was the way this chirpy cute girl whom he used to admire had evolved in an aggressive wifey character. Dewa,a smart,handsome man of cool and artsy personality had managed to win over Shweta's anger earlier but this time all his efforts, even to just pull out the reason was going in vain. After four grave hours he gave away all his speculation and started back for home. When he reached home he was overwhelmed by the changed atmosphere,room was well decorated, smiley balloons floated on the floor and a heart shaped out of burning candles was in center besides which he found the lady who was fierce few hours back to be cheerful again. Shweta romantically clasped Dew's hand,drew herself in his arms,whispered in nasal tone "In nine months we two will become three." Her words left Dewa stunned, more shocked than happy. He freaked out and just managed to beg childishly for abortion and more time. She involuntarily jumped out of Dewa's arm and stammeringly informed him that she is not going to abort the child anyway. Last word spoken that day in the house was by Shweta was "Tomorrow morning i will wait for you in Radhe-Krishna temple in the wedding gown." Next morning when Shweta woke up she did not see Dewa and with a ray of belief wondered that he might have left early to surprise her. In that sweet hope she hurried to the temple where Dewa was not there to welcome her. She patiently and steadily waited there for long hours. At last a young boy showed up with a message that read "I have always fulfilled each of your wish and will do the same even this time,though it's tough for me but will not let you down. I promise i will never show you my face ever again."
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Short StoryHello!!! Freinds I am Dewashish Soni aka Dewa, an aspiring storyteller and poet(Shayar). I am here to take you all on a short safari of tales. In this journey to come forth I will make sure that my readers tread into a whole new sphere of vibrant em...