She has written 13 non fiction books published by big genre publishers. Latayne Scott has published hundreds of articles in international including army Officer, magazines and also modern Officer, Writer’s Guideposts, Sage, Texas Business, modern Mexico Magazine, Digest, NFPA Journal, loads of properly like Albuquerque Journal others. Visit her website at tinyurl.com/cvwdjy for more information. Tears trickled down Ms cheeks. The question is. How many years will you give to that past? Please leave me alone. Be practical in lifetime. I will die on day when the God needs away that also. By the way, the maid entered inside the room with the evening breakfast and noticed her face engrossed with identical emotions. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… Being a servant, these words don’t suit me but so that’s not the way to deal with existence bitterness. Shrishti Bhatt. Madam, essence usually was rather pretty short. Let me tell you something. Shrishti ld without raising her eyes, Shanti!
Keeping the album back in the locker, she replied, Welcome them and give them seats.
Going door out, Shanti turned back, Oh, By the way I forgot madam.
Sitting on sofa with a solitary memories left in her hands, how a lot ever she tried to resist but oftentimes stopped on album same photograph. If you don’t mind, may we find out if you understand anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz? Interviewers wanted spice for their magazines but her dignity stopped everyone to prick he shadowed identity. Shrishti remained stunned at this sound word which she herself hadn’t ever dared to repeat after that incident.
Shrishti Bhatt, Allahabad S.
Her past perturbed everyone.
Interview with reporters had turned out to be a crucial element of Ms existence. Replying the question in negative, she left reporters confused at her astonished face and went upwards staggering as if struck by any loss respected one. Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for civil maintenance and the final past day year exam had as well passed. Essentially, going straight into her dressing room, Shrishti stood before the long mirror which she hadn’t faced for last fourteen years. Simply think for a moment. He was in this world but still unknown to Shrishti. That is interesting right? You seem so funny when you even try to get assured. Tonight, To be honest I have to discuss something truly vital for our lives. Try to get an idea of, so it’s regarding a lot of us. With that said, go and meet him and we will feel fortunate about this seriousness together. By the way, an unmarried woman dressed in a whitish sari without any kind of ornamentation. Chhitiz looked at her and said in a self-assured tone, Dear! Oh Chhitiz! Chhitiz tried to make her understand and said in a scolding manner, Please Shrishti! Her maid, a solitary person on planet earth who understood her truth health ok her to quite similar sofa where Shrishti could look for serenity.
The name echoing in her mind forced her to scream if she could throw it out of herself.
Identical garden where they used to meet Shrishti was as usual waiting for Chhitiz. You always were once again late and what’s in this diary, said Shrishti snatching diary from him. Chhitiz! Shrishti replied jokingly, confident! So, shrishti ok out album and turning over photographs once more stopped on identical photo, her fingers on really similar face person. Chhitiz! How changed she was! As a result, shrishti and Chhitiz were better acquaintances. They respected one another to this extent that people felt jealous but still in their core hearts felt forced to think if such love was truly manageable. I didn`t intend to tell you, Sir Hardy was calling you. Her mind went back to the college health they had shared together. Shrishti didn’t seem to listen to his words and said hurriedly, Oh no! Chhitiz, Yes and the person for whom she had sacrificed all her happiness. That’s where it starts getting pretty entertaining, right? Going forward a few steps, she returned back to make his diary which she had forgotten on the slip.
Shrishti assumed his tension for 60 minutes or 1 as usual to grab her attention.
She under no circumstances felt envious of Hrishita instead oftentimes considered her lucky to be Chhitiz’s wife. He was hiding something from me. It was an invitation card for Shrishti in Chhitiz wedding ceremony with a girl called Hrishita, the card was not an ordinary one. Chhitiz looked pretty disturbed that day. Shrishti lost her conscience for a moment. For example, she ok a great mansion in Allahabad and lived there with her diary and the album, her mostly memories college existence. The whole world seemed to fall before her eyes. Shrishti opened diary and said to herself, Oh yes! She decided not to marry as didn’t need to share after clearing her interview for ivil maintenance. She understood everything and preserving all Chhitiz memories in her heart went away forever and ever. Without giving a single day to Chhitiz for any kind of explanation left the Girls’ apartment where she used to live and went to stay with her maternal uncle and aunty about which Chhitiz was tally unknown.
Shrishti had lost her parents when she was completely 8.
First thing which she did was changed her mobile number, after this incident.
About fifteen minutes passed and he didn’t return. People gathered in huge numbers and her hope survival proven to be least with the severe injuries on her head. Mercedes hit the vast banyan tree. Accordingly a taxi and in addition every road she passed by reminded months her spent with him, while intending to Chhitiz’s house from airport in every. Coming back from her past, Shrishti advises her driver to make out the car and went alone driving to mountainous, hilly regions on Allahabad border. Go away! Of course her hands trembled while pressing the door bell. She was saved. You should get this seriously. Shrishti kept on increasing the car speed and abruptly with her loud scream, Please Chhitiz!
Chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to shed some light him.
Fate had something else in store for her.
Her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with steps reducing no to his house. Standing right below his bungalow, Shrishti stopped for some time thinking if he would’ve been able to recognize her or not and if his wife would like this surprise visit or not. Primarily, her car solely stopped at a mall from where she purchased a lovely sari for his wife and clothes for her children imagination. She tumbled on her feet and started thanking Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost. Immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi. In fact, having once escaped death, she intended to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from existence. Shrishti’s secret existence passing into secret world. She couldn’t dare to move back from her destination. It was her day discharge from the hospital and Shanti was waiting outside with garlands in her hands and tears in her eyes. Now look. I am nowhere in our lifespan now.
Shrishti went all alone. Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with her reports accident and with headlines. Earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. She couldn’t stop her tears and wiping her face said, Dear, that card was printed before we was even ware of your relationship. Some info usually can be searched for by going online. Chhitiz ok all gifts in one hand and holding her hand with ok her inside, without uttering a single word. I’m sure it sounds familiar. Fourteen years had merely whitened a few hairs without affecting much of his handsome personality. See this. Will it fit him? Notice that meet my mother and see her condition. Ok, and now one of the most crucial parts. He remained stunned. Actually the forceful smile on her face couldn’t stop tears rolling down.
Please So door opened and person standing in front of her was Mr. He was usually still unmarried and waiting for you, my love! His mother understood who she was and embraced her. Anyways, making an attempt to hide her real emotions, she asked inquiringly, Where is Hrishita? I have brought a lovely sari for her. Thus, where are usually your own children? Anyhow, pointing wards a lady lying on a bed, he said angrily, Shrishti! That said, chhitiz Bharadwaz, Delhi famous industrialist. 10 minutes passed standing outside staring at ourselves when Shrishti reminded him to stick with the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. Fact, saying this, rather old lady started sobbing profusely. Sounds familiarright? Chhitiz had taken that card to force you to meet me and identical album in her hands but now not with memories but real Chhitiz sitting beside him and a child in betwixt and all 4 feeling lucky about college existence stories shared and laughed about betwixt the 2 fans.