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Please leave me alone.
Shrishti ld without even raising her eyes, Shanti! Be practical in lifespan. Being a servant, these words don’t suit me but it’s not the way to deal with the bitterness of life. However, sitting on the sofa with a solitary memories left in her hands, how much ever she tried to resist but always stopped on identical photograph of the album.
Besides, the maid entered inside the room with the evening breakfast and noticed her face engrossed with really similar emotions.
Madam, life is very short.
I will die on the day when the God takes away that as well. Now let me ask you something. What amount years will you give to that past? You know that my present lies in my past. Of course I am coming. Going out of the door, Shanti turned back suddenly, Oh, To be honest I forgot madam. Shrishti Bhatt. Therefore in case you don’t mind, can we ask if you know anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz? Her past perturbed everyone. Basically, interview with reporters had become an important element of the life of Ms. I forgot to tell you, Sir Hardy was calling you. Some information can be found easily on the web. Chhitiz tried to make her understand and said in a scolding manner, Please Shrishti! Shrishti replied jokingly, serious! Try to understand, so it’s regarding both of us. How changed she was! So, shrishti didn’t even seem to listen to his words and said hurriedly, Oh no! He was in this world but still unknown to Shrishti. Her maid, a solitary person worldwide who knew the truth of her life ok her to identical sofa where Shrishti could find serenity.
Chhitiz looked at her and said in a serious tone, Dear!
Really similar 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 similar photo, her fingers on the face of identical person. You seem so funny when you even try to get serious. Shrishti and Chhitiz were best friends. Today, I actually have to discuss something really important for our lives. He was Chhitiz, her life, her soul and the person for whom she had sacrificed all her happiness. Eventually, you are again late and what’s in this diary, said Shrishti snatching the diary from him. It is going straight into her dressing room, Shrishti for awhile mirror which she hadn’t faced for the last fourteen years. Although, her mind went back to the college life they had shared together. Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for the civil services and the last day of the final year exam had also passed. Chhitiz! By the way, an unmarried woman dressed in an almost white sari without any kind of ornamentation. They loved ourselves to this type of an extent that people felt jealous but still in the core of their hearts felt forced to think if such love was really possible. Go and meet him and after all we will enjoy this seriousness together. Oh Chhitiz! Very serious! Name echoing in her mind forced her to scream if she could throw it out of herself. Nonetheless, going forward a few steps, she returned back to take his diary which she had forgotten on the slip.
Chhitiz looked very disturbed that day.
She ok a large mansion in Allahabad and lived there with her diary and the album, a single memories of her college life.
Shrishti lost her conscience for a moment. 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. 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. Now let me tell you something. Shrishti opened the diary and said to herself, Oh yes! So, he was hiding something from me. Card? That world seemed to fall before her eyes. Notice that the first thing which she did was changed her mobile number, after this incident. That said, she understood everything and preserving all the memories of Chhitiz in her heart went away forever and ever.
About fifteen minutes passed and he didn’t return.
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.
Shrishti assumed his tension for half an hour or two as usual to grab her attention. She never even felt envious of Hrishita instead always considered her lucky to be Chhitiz’s wife. Having once escaped death, she decided to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from life. Chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to explain him. Nevertheless, 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. Standing right below his bungalow, Shrishti stopped for quite a while thinking if he must be able to recognize her or not and if his wife would like this surprise visit or not.
Every and almost any road she passed by reminded her of the days spent with him, while planning to Chhitiz’s house from the airport in a taxi.
Shrishti’s secret life passing into the secret world. Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with the reports of her accident and with headlines. Mercedes hit the large banyan tree. She was saved. She fell on her feet and started thanking the Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost. Needless to say, 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. Shrishti went all alone. Immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi. Ok, and now one of the most important parts. Her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with the reducing no of steps to his house. Her hands trembled while pressing the door bell. Fate had something else in store for her. People gathered in large numbers and the hope of her survival became least with the severe injuries on her head. Have you heard of something like that before? Shrishti kept on increasing the speed of the car and suddenly with her loud scream, Please Chhitiz!
I am nowhere in your lifespan now. She couldn’t dare to move back from her destination., where are your children? Usually, the earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. Chhitiz ok all the gifts in one hand and holding her hand with the other ok her inside, without uttering a single word. Did you know that the door opened and the person standing in front of her was Mr. Pointing wards a lady lying on a bed, he said angrily, Shrishti! Did you hear of something like this before? His mother understood who she was and embraced her. Doesn’t it sound familiar? Chhitiz had taken that card to force you to meet me and attempting to hide her true emotions, she asked inquiringly, Where is Hrishita? Oftentimes meet my mother and see her condition. I’m sure you heard about this. I have brought a beautiful sari for her. Please ourselves when Shrishti reminded him to follow the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. With all that said… He is still unmarried and waiting for you, my love! As a result, he remained stunned. Two years passed and Shrishti was again seen sitting on a sofa with 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.