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She was standing there. The surroundings were glitzy. There were fancy lights shimmering all around. He was standing in a corner with a simple torch of love glowing in his hands. She didn’t look at him. Among all th
e glitterati his torch looked trivial. Everything was fun and hip. Then suddenly she felt someone was coming from behind. She turned around and saw a huge cloud of darkness throbbing its way towards her. Everything and everyone who come in its way was destroyed. It was not too far away from her and it could devour her anytime. She ran for her life, she ran wherever she could. She was gasping for breath, her heart was thumping hard, and her throat went dry. She couldn’t run anymore the strength of darkness was too mighty to escape from. She let it take her into its embrace. Now, there was darkness and only darkness all around. All the glittering lights were gone. They were too weak to fight with the devilish darkness. She looked around. She found a door which was partially open. A thin beam of l
ight was coming out. She knew from where the light was coming. It was his torch of love. Only his love had the strength that could fight the darkness. She ran towards the door. She held the knob of the door to open it completely. She 
wanted to go inside; she wanted to be with him. But just when she was opening the door she saw a bright shining light far away. It was just the way she wanted it to be. It was alluring. It was fascinating. It promised success, prosperity. It was her aim. She was still holding the knob of the door. Her aim was right in front of her, she couldn’t give it up. But what about him? His aim was different. ‘How can we walk on the same paths? now I think I love him. But what about my aim. What should I do?’ her inner self was throwing thousand such contradictory questions on her. But she had to take a decision... a tough one indeed. She closed her eyes, bit her lips and shut the door with a bang. She looked at the closed door one last time and then went away. She knew her aim. She could see it clearly. But she was still unhappy. Now she knew her happiness lies with him. But then she had already taken the decision. A decision which had left her alone on the dark paths. She felt helpless. She once again looked at the closed door. It opened. He came out. The torch of love was still glowing. He came and stood beside her. “Let’s walk” he said. 'Why is he so bloody nice to me? I can’t let him suffer with me’ she thought and shouted rudely at him- “I don’t need your support. Go away”. B
ut his eyes were still firm. “I am not here to lend you any support. I’ll just give you company. Moreover it’s quite dark. It’s difficult to locate paths. I have the torch. It will help… US” he said calmly. He held her hand. She felt a surge of confidence inside her. He gave her strength. He became what she needed the most – a companion. They started walking on the paths which slowly started illuminating with the torch of love glowing. On the way he showed her the light coming from his goal. Slowly but steadily the 2 goals were merging and the light was brightening. By the time they reached the destination they found that their goals have merged. The small torch of love had forced the 2 large bright lights to mo
ve towards each other and midway they merged. Now it wasn’t her goal or his goal…it was THEIR goal. They together entered the world of their dreams. It wasn’t glitzy but was pleasant. There was happiness all around. she felt as if a huge burden has been lifted off her shoulders. She felt light. She felt relaxed. In his firm arms she felt secure……..
Its my request that if you haven't read the first part of the story, then before reading this post please read the first part of the story ie MANN BAWARA.. CLICK HERE !]
She was standing there. The surroundings were glitzy. There were fancy lights shimmering all around. He was standing in a corner with a simple torch of love glowing in his hands. She didn’t look at him. Among all th
e glitterati his torch looked trivial. Everything was fun and hip. Then suddenly she felt someone was coming from behind. She turned around and saw a huge cloud of darkness throbbing its way towards her. Everything and everyone who come in its way was destroyed. It was not too far away from her and it could devour her anytime. She ran for her life, she ran wherever she could. She was gasping for breath, her heart was thumping hard, and her throat went dry. She couldn’t run anymore the strength of darkness was too mighty to escape from. She let it take her into its embrace. Now, there was darkness and only darkness all around. All the glittering lights were gone. They were too weak to fight with the devilish darkness. She looked around. She found a door which was partially open. A thin beam of l
ight was coming out. She knew from where the light was coming. It was his torch of love. Only his love had the strength that could fight the darkness. She ran towards the door. She held the knob of the door to open it completely. She 
wanted to go inside; she wanted to be with him. But just when she was opening the door she saw a bright shining light far away. It was just the way she wanted it to be. It was alluring. It was fascinating. It promised success, prosperity. It was her aim. She was still holding the knob of the door. Her aim was right in front of her, she couldn’t give it up. But what about him? His aim was different. ‘How can we walk on the same paths? now I think I love him. But what about my aim. What should I do?’ her inner self was throwing thousand such contradictory questions on her. But she had to take a decision... a tough one indeed. She closed her eyes, bit her lips and shut the door with a bang. She looked at the closed door one last time and then went away. She knew her aim. She could see it clearly. But she was still unhappy. Now she knew her happiness lies with him. But then she had already taken the decision. A decision which had left her alone on the dark paths. She felt helpless. She once again looked at the closed door. It opened. He came out. The torch of love was still glowing. He came and stood beside her. “Let’s walk” he said. 'Why is he so bloody nice to me? I can’t let him suffer with me’ she thought and shouted rudely at him- “I don’t need your support. Go away”. B
ut his eyes were still firm. “I am not here to lend you any support. I’ll just give you company. Moreover it’s quite dark. It’s difficult to locate paths. I have the torch. It will help… US” he said calmly. He held her hand. She felt a surge of confidence inside her. He gave her strength. He became what she needed the most – a companion. They started walking on the paths which slowly started illuminating with the torch of love glowing. On the way he showed her the light coming from his goal. Slowly but steadily the 2 goals were merging and the light was brightening. By the time they reached the destination they found that their goals have merged. The small torch of love had forced the 2 large bright lights to mo
ve towards each other and midway they merged. Now it wasn’t her goal or his goal…it was THEIR goal. They together entered the world of their dreams. It wasn’t glitzy but was pleasant. There was happiness all around. she felt as if a huge burden has been lifted off her shoulders. She felt light. She felt relaxed. In his firm arms she felt secure……..Her eyes opened. She was feeling a heave of tranquility inside. She never knew that she’d find a solution to her dilemma in her sleep. She was going to meet him that day to clear air over a hundred misunderstandings and thousands miscommunications. Now, she knew what she’d say to him. She’ll give this relationship a chance. ‘I am not scared. I know he loves me and always love me . I know he’ll never hurt me we will always be happy together’ she said to herself. She came out of her room. It was Sunday and her father was at home. He was having a hot tiff with someone on phone. She knew who it was on the other side of the phone… her brother. The quarrel was heating up. Her father shouted – “Shut up! We are teaching you on donation in a private collage, spending all our hard earned money on you. What more do you want?” and banged the receiver on the phone. He was fuming with rage. He saw her and shouted – “what? Your sleep is over or you want to sleep even more. What’s there in studies right! Go on do whatever you want. Roam here and there, party, enjoy!.” She was in tears she ran into her room, and dig her face into the pillow and cried bitterly. She cried and cried. ‘What’s my fault? ‘Why did papa shout at me?’ She was thinking and crying. After few minutes the door of her room opened. Her father came in and sat on the bed. He placed his hand on her head. She wasn’t looking at him. He said – “Beta! I’ am really sorry. I should not have talked to you like that. There’s no fault of yours. Actually I’m so stressed and to add to that your brother has become a loafer. He’s not studying anything. We had spent all our life’s savings on him. And I’m helpless. All my hopes are on you. Study hard beta! I know you are working very hard and I have complete faith in you. I know that you won’t let me down. In this age there are a lot of distractions. Don’t get carried away. you very well know how your brother spoiled his life because of a girl. Just take care of yourself. Keep working hard”. He patted her shoulders and left. her father never said such things to her. but as fate would have it he said only that day. Her state of mind was back to square one. The dilemma resurfaced…
At 12.00 she reached the ice cream parlor where they had decided to meet. He was already standing outside. They went inside without speaking a word and sat on table opposite each other. He was looking at her firmly. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She was looking here and there, to avoid eye contact. After few minutes of silence she said – “I’m feeling hungry”. He felt irritated but composed himself. ‘What do you want’ he said standing up. “No no, you sit I’ll bring some chips”, she said and before he could say anything she stood up and went to the chips stand. She stood there for few minutes staring at the chips. After some time she, picked up a packet of ‘lays’ and started examining it as if she was seeing it for the first time. She put it back and took out another packet and then another and then another, till there was no other flavour left. She took 10 minutes to get 2 packets of ‘lays’. He was already very pissed off but he anyhow controlled his temper.
- “Say something”. He said
She bit her cheeks and with great courage she said rudely – “I have nothing to say. You called me. You say something”.
- “Tell me one thing. What do you exactly think about me”.
- Nothing. Nothing at all. And I don’t want to think about you or anyone else”. She said maintaining the rudeness.
- “Then what was that when you said you are having a soft corner for me”. He said, still firm.
- “Did I tell you that”.
-“ No. But you told your friend who told me”.
- “The biggest… biggest fault of mine was to trust her? Anyway why did you believe her? I didn’t tell you anything myself”. She said completely realising how ridiculous the statement was.
- “Are you mad! What are you saying? Someone comes to me and says that you love me. She’s your best friend. Isn’t it but natural that I would believe her”.
-‘Why don’t you understand. I can’t love you”.
For a moment he felt someone was stabbing him to death slowly. But he composed himself and said-
- “Fine. Who’s forcing you to love me? But what’s with the attitude? Look, I quit the idea of us being together long ago. I know that there were still some feelings for you inside me. Now you can’t expect everything to wipe off in a minute right! It was you who started everything all our again with your soft corner talks. But its ok. I understand. I’m still not forcing you for anything. But why can’t you talk to me like we always did”.
- “I don’t like your friend”. She said again conscious of its bizarreness.
- “But I guess he’s your friend too”.
- “Yes. but not anymore”.
- “Fine don’t talk to him, but what have I done”.
- “Look, the truth is I can’t face you”.
- “But why? What’s my fault?
- “No it’s not your fault. Why do you take everything on yourself? Look let me clearly tell you this - ‘I am already disturbed, please don’t hassle me more. I have nothing against you but I just want to escape from everything and everyone. The only thing that matters to me is my aim. ’ She said with a straight face.
For a few minutes, they didn’t say anything. He was still puzzled over what exactly was the matter with her. Only a few days before they had talked and she was very nice to him... to the extent that she was feeling very guilty that she gave him the vibes that she’s got feelings for him. He’d also soothed her calmly that he didn’t take it wrongly, and that it wasn’t her fault. There were just a few misunderstandings and to clear them he had asked her for a promise that they’d sit someday and talk and find answers to all the questions. But this meeting raised even m
ore questions instead of giving answers. And as for her, her eyes were dry but she was crying bitterly. She was looking firm butt she was shattered. Only this morning she decided that she’ll take their relationship a step forward and now due to the sudden turn of events, she had to do all these terrible things. He asked her again with a sigh-“look I’m asking you for the last time. What’s exactly wrong with you? Why don’t you want to face me? Please explain me properly.” She answered back in the rudest tone possible but still not looking at him –“ I don’t find a need to give you any explanations.”
At 12.00 she reached the ice cream parlor where they had decided to meet. He was already standing outside. They went inside without speaking a word and sat on table opposite each other. He was looking at her firmly. She couldn’t meet his eyes. She was looking here and there, to avoid eye contact. After few minutes of silence she said – “I’m feeling hungry”. He felt irritated but composed himself. ‘What do you want’ he said standing up. “No no, you sit I’ll bring some chips”, she said and before he could say anything she stood up and went to the chips stand. She stood there for few minutes staring at the chips. After some time she, picked up a packet of ‘lays’ and started examining it as if she was seeing it for the first time. She put it back and took out another packet and then another and then another, till there was no other flavour left. She took 10 minutes to get 2 packets of ‘lays’. He was already very pissed off but he anyhow controlled his temper.
- “Say something”. He said
She bit her cheeks and with great courage she said rudely – “I have nothing to say. You called me. You say something”.
- “Tell me one thing. What do you exactly think about me”.
- Nothing. Nothing at all. And I don’t want to think about you or anyone else”. She said maintaining the rudeness.
- “Then what was that when you said you are having a soft corner for me”. He said, still firm.
- “Did I tell you that”.
-“ No. But you told your friend who told me”.
- “The biggest… biggest fault of mine was to trust her? Anyway why did you believe her? I didn’t tell you anything myself”. She said completely realising how ridiculous the statement was.
- “Are you mad! What are you saying? Someone comes to me and says that you love me. She’s your best friend. Isn’t it but natural that I would believe her”.
-‘Why don’t you understand. I can’t love you”.
For a moment he felt someone was stabbing him to death slowly. But he composed himself and said-
- “Fine. Who’s forcing you to love me? But what’s with the attitude? Look, I quit the idea of us being together long ago. I know that there were still some feelings for you inside me. Now you can’t expect everything to wipe off in a minute right! It was you who started everything all our again with your soft corner talks. But its ok. I understand. I’m still not forcing you for anything. But why can’t you talk to me like we always did”.
- “I don’t like your friend”. She said again conscious of its bizarreness.
- “But I guess he’s your friend too”.
- “Yes. but not anymore”.
- “Fine don’t talk to him, but what have I done”.
- “Look, the truth is I can’t face you”.
- “But why? What’s my fault?
- “No it’s not your fault. Why do you take everything on yourself? Look let me clearly tell you this - ‘I am already disturbed, please don’t hassle me more. I have nothing against you but I just want to escape from everything and everyone. The only thing that matters to me is my aim. ’ She said with a straight face.
For a few minutes, they didn’t say anything. He was still puzzled over what exactly was the matter with her. Only a few days before they had talked and she was very nice to him... to the extent that she was feeling very guilty that she gave him the vibes that she’s got feelings for him. He’d also soothed her calmly that he didn’t take it wrongly, and that it wasn’t her fault. There were just a few misunderstandings and to clear them he had asked her for a promise that they’d sit someday and talk and find answers to all the questions. But this meeting raised even m
ore questions instead of giving answers. And as for her, her eyes were dry but she was crying bitterly. She was looking firm butt she was shattered. Only this morning she decided that she’ll take their relationship a step forward and now due to the sudden turn of events, she had to do all these terrible things. He asked her again with a sigh-“look I’m asking you for the last time. What’s exactly wrong with you? Why don’t you want to face me? Please explain me properly.” She answered back in the rudest tone possible but still not looking at him –“ I don’t find a need to give you any explanations.” He couldn’t 
sit there anymore; he felt insulted and was suffocating. He stood up, picked up the packet of chips she had brought for him, went to the counter paid, said something to the shopkeeper, dumped rather trashed the packet of ‘LAYS’ into the dustbin and went to his bike. He paused for a moment… and laughed at his miserable fate. His eyes were moist. He kicked and sped off. Meanwhile she’d also come to the door of the parlor. She saw him disappear into the end of the road. He didn’t even turn once. He was gone. Now she could cry. She did just that. She started leaving shop, tears still flowing out uncontrollably. Just then someone called. She turned around. It was the shop keeper he said a bit hesitantly (she was crying hysterically) – “10 rupees madam. That guy gave only 10 rupees. He said from now on he won't pay for you
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-by prashant
sit there anymore; he felt insulted and was suffocating. He stood up, picked up the packet of chips she had brought for him, went to the counter paid, said something to the shopkeeper, dumped rather trashed the packet of ‘LAYS’ into the dustbin and went to his bike. He paused for a moment… and laughed at his miserable fate. His eyes were moist. He kicked and sped off. Meanwhile she’d also come to the door of the parlor. She saw him disappear into the end of the road. He didn’t even turn once. He was gone. Now she could cry. She did just that. She started leaving shop, tears still flowing out uncontrollably. Just then someone called. She turned around. It was the shop keeper he said a bit hesitantly (she was crying hysterically) – “10 rupees madam. That guy gave only 10 rupees. He said from now on he won't pay for you.....................................................................................
-by prashant
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3 comments:
baap re rula diya be..... but tdi tu 10 rupz deta to shyd...... any whz .....
Hi Friend ur doing an excellent work.. Can we exchange links...
niceeeeeeeeeeeeee!!!!...it was my mistake that i didnt read it earlier!!!
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