They met when they were kids. Growing up together to falling in love with each other, they lived life. But only love isn't everything. They took up different professions.
Lieutenant Manik and Dr. Nandini are in their own battles. They have been away...
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"Saari ki saari meri hai tu, Tujhko kabhi na main baantu! Kahunga jo main tumhe sunoge kya? Rahoge na paas tum humesha?"
Packing his backpack for a week, he sighed deeply. He looks up smiling and then turns to leave the dorm. "So all set?" his friend Aryamann asks his dear friend patting his right shoulder. "All set, can't wait for the morning to come." his friend replied with twinkling eyes and sharp breath. It's been six months he hadn't seen her, touched her, breathed her fragrance and calmed his mind. A slight pang was in his heart was now usual but six months definitely felt like six eternities. Seeing him the lovesick-deprived-and-what-not puppy in front of him Aryamann chuckled and pulled him by his neck. "Bas bas Majnu Malhotra! One night more. Tomorrow is the day!" and they went inside the mess.
It was ten in the night and Manik, though after a tiring day still had no sleep in his eyes. Sitting on his bed near the window, he saw moon playing with dense clouds. Moon would hide sometime behind the clouds and then come out trying to reach the stars. Slowly the perception changed and now it looked like the moon is trying very hard to reach near his stars but clouds have become the obstacle. The moon glowed more bright as if getting angry and the clouds parted, giving the stars full access to adorn the moon. They came together and celebrated.
Just like him and her. He was the moon and she was his star. Complete yet incomplete without each other.
Taking out a diary from under his pillow, he took out a picture and traced it with his fingers.
"Sunshine" he said and kissed the girl in the picture.
It was of when he was eleven and she was ten.
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He was new to that place. Mr. Vishal Malhotra was transferred here and six years old Manik had no one to play with and was crying because of it. Licking his favorite popsicle, he was on a stroll with his mother when she got distracted and he went ahead. Before he could address anything a little girl bumped into him while learning to ride bicycle. He knee got bruised while she got a minor cut on her forehead.
Without caring for herself, she immediately came to him and sat in front of him.
"Are you okay? I am so sorry." she said in her sweet voice and started crying.
His favorite popsicle was on the ground, his knee was paining, he was already upset because he missed his old friends and now a girl- cute girl was crying, supposedly because of him.
"No, I am okay. Please don't cry." he said panicking, taking out his handkerchief from his pocket. She took the handkerchief and rubbed her face with it, then her eyes went round and she wobbled again.
