As planned our meet had taken place. It was such a beautiful day. Two days post the meet I had got his letter. It was written unusually in calligraphic font. And not on a random note paper but a nicely printed pink paper with roses watermarked. And surprisingly he had addressed the letter to me and not to Suman.
My heart fluttered at the small change...a change that indicated lots. Tightening intestines were a proof to this happiness. I was happier than before...happier than meeting him. Happier for the change in equations
Sameer
Milne is baad utni kushi nahi hui jitni aaj yeh chitti padkar mili...tumne mujhe Suman nahi Naina kehkar pukara. Tum sahi keh rahe ho...ishwar ka hi ishara hai joh hum dono mile...aur waise bhi kehte hai ki dukh usse bhato joh usse samajh sakke. Secret nahi bataya tha na abhi bata rahi hu lekin wada karo ki secret apne sath humesha ke liye rakhoge. Toh secret yeh hai ki maine life main pehli baar tumse milne ke liye maine class bunk kiya hai. Aur haan yeh isliye kyuki main tumhe dekte hi tumse....kudh hi samajh lo. Haan toh mujhe laga ki tum jaise good looking ladka mujh jaisi behenji se milega bhi ya nahi aur isliye main waha betke ro rahi thi par tum aaye aur hawa ki tarah mere dukh apne sath lekar chale gaye...sahi mein tumhara naam Sameer hai...hawa ka jokha. Ab tumhari baari...jaldi batao secret. Haan bhul gayi na...Agli baar hum Mandir mein milenge. Har somvar ko subhe cheh baje. Toh tyaar rehna. Yah mat kehna ki mandir nahi jaata mein aur subah jaldi uth nahi paata...milna ho toh aa jaana.
Tumhari Naina.
I wanted to make him feel happy...so I addressed the letter from me not from Suman. But somewhere down the lane I knew I did it for myself.
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Silsila Chittiyon Ka- Book 1 Samaina Love Saga
Short StoryWhat happens when two strangers fall into an unknown complex relation? What will happen when letters become the medium of love? Did destiny bring them together or was it a mere coincidence?
