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Interesting facts that Dr, there’re a few other random.
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Keeping the album back in the locker, she replied, Welcome them and give them seats.
The maid entered inside the room with the evening breakfast and noticed her face engrossed with very similar emotions.
Be practical in lifespan. How many years will you give to that past? Now pay attention please. Madam, life is very short. So that’s not the way to deal with the bitterness of life. That’s right! I will die on the day when the God takes away that as well. It is you know that my present lies in my past. Oftentimes going out of the door, Shanti turned back suddenly, Oh, Know what guys, I forgot madam. Please leave me alone. Although, shrishti ld without even raising her eyes, Shanti! Of course I am coming. You should take this seriously. Sitting on the sofa with only one memories left in her hands, how much ever she tried to resist but always stopped on very similar photograph of the album. While charming young woman of 32, stepping down the stairs of her large mansion waving her hands to the reporters who had come from Times of India and ok her seat, shrishti Bhatt, a beautiful.
Answering the question in negative, she left the reporters confused at her astonished face and went upwards staggering as if struck by the loss if you don’t mind, can we ask if you know anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz?
Going straight into her dressing room, Shrishti stood before the long mirror which she hadn’t faced for the last fourteen years.
You seem so funny when you even try to get serious.
Shrishti didn’t even seem to listen to his words and said hurriedly, Oh no! Go and meet him and after that we will enjoy this seriousness together. Now let me tell you something. Identical garden where they used to meet Shrishti was as usual waiting for Chhitiz. Shrishti ok out the album and turning over the photographs again stopped on identical photo, her fingers on the face of identical person. He was Chhitiz, her life, her soul and the person for whom she had sacrificed all her happiness.
They loved ourselves to this particular extent that people felt jealous but still in the core of their hearts felt forced to think if such love was really possible.
I forgot to tell you, Sir Hardy was calling you. Chhitiz tried to make her understand and said in a scolding manner, Please Shrishti! Now look, an unmarried woman dressed in a white sari without any kind of ornamentation. Try to understand, so that’s regarding both of us. On p of this, shrishti and Chhitiz were best friends. I’m sure you heard about this. How changed she was! Just keep reading! Shrishti replied jokingly, serious! Although, oh Chhitiz! Chhitiz looked at her and said in a serious tone, Dear! Name echoing in her mind forced her to scream if she could throw it out of herself. Chhitiz! Generally, you are again late and what’s in this diary, said Shrishti snatching the diary from him. Very serious! Her maid, one person on planet earth who knew the truth of her life ok her to identical sofa where Shrishti could find serenity. Today, By the way I have to discuss something really important for our lives. Her mind went back to the college life they had shared together. He was in this world but still unknown to Shrishti. Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for the civil services and the last day of the final year exam had also passed. Needless to say, shrishti assumed his tension for few minutes or two as usual to grab her attention.
She ok a large mansion in Allahabad and lived there with her diary and the album, the main memories of her college life.
She decided not to marry as didn’t look for to share the love of Chhitiz with anyone else, after clearing her interview for ivil Services.
Shrishti opened the diary and said to herself, Oh yes! Shrishti lost her conscience for a moment. She understood everything and preserving all the memories of Chhitiz in her heart went away forever and ever. It was an invitation card for Shrishti in the wedding ceremony of Chhitiz with a girl called Hrishita, The card was not an ordinary one. Going forward a few steps, she returned back to take his diary which she had forgotten on the slip. 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 only eight. This is where it starts getting really interesting, right? After this incident.
The entire world seemed to fall before her eyes.
She never even felt envious of Hrishita instead always considered her lucky to be Chhitiz’s wife.
Chhitiz looked very disturbed that day. He was hiding something from me. Card? Oftentimes about fifteen minutes passed and he didn’t return. A well-known fact that is. Immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi. You see, chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to explain him. Usually, she fell on her feet and started thanking the Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost. I am nowhere in your lifespan now. People gathered in large numbers and the hope of her survival became least with the severe injuries on her head. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… Having once escaped death, she decided to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from life. With all that said… It was the day of her discharge from the hospital and Shanti was waiting outside with garlands in her hands and tears in her eyes.
Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with the reports of her accident and with headlines.
Shrishti’s secret life passing into the secret world.
Go away! Any and nearly any road she passed by reminded her of the days spent with him, while preparing to Chhitiz’s house from the airport in a taxi. She was saved. This is the case. Fate had something else in store for her. Nevertheless, her car only stopped at a mall from where she bought a beautiful sari for his wife and clothes for the children of her imagination. Coming back from her past, Shrishti asked her driver to take out the car and went alone driving to the mountainous, hilly regions on the border of Allahabad. Sounds familiardoesn’t it? Her hands trembled while pressing the door bell. Mercedes hit the large banyan tree. Shrishti kept on increasing the speed of the car and suddenly with her loud scream, Please Chhitiz! Generally, standing right below his bungalow, Shrishti stopped for quite a while thinking if he will be able to recognize her or not and if his wife will like this surprise visit or not. Then again, she couldn’t dare to move back from her destination. Then again, shrishti went all alone. Her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with the reducing no of steps to his house. He remained stunned.
By the way, the door opened and the person standing in front of her was Mr.
Will it fit him?
She couldn’t stop her tears and wiping her face said, Dear, that card was printed before I was even ware of your relationship. I know that the earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. This is where it starts getting very interesting, right? Ten minutes passed standing outside staring at each other when Shrishti reminded him to follow the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. On p of that, fourteen years had just whitened a few hairs without affecting much of his handsome personality. Ok, and now one of the most important parts. He is still unmarried and waiting for you, my love! I have brought a beautiful sari for her. So forceful smile on her face couldn’t stop the rolling down of tears. Write Chhitiz ok all the gifts in one hand and holding her hand with the other ok her inside, without uttering a single word. Pointing wards a lady lying on a bed, he said angrily, Shrishti! Meet my mother and see her condition.
Chhitiz Bharadwaz, the famous industrialist of Delhi.
His mother understood who she was and embraced her.
Striving to hide her true emotions, she asked inquiringly, Where is Hrishita? Chhitiz had taken that card to force you to meet me and, where are your children? However, please identical album in her hands but now not with memories but real Chhitiz sitting beside him and a child in between and all the three enjoying the college life stories shared and laughed about between the two lovers.