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Lifespan. Shrishti ld without even raising her eyes, Shanti! I will die on the day when the God takes away that as well. Now pay attention please. Keeping the album back in the locker, she replied, Welcome them and give them seats. Yes, that’s right! Please leave me alone. Madam, life is very short. Now please pay attention. Going out of the door, Shanti turned back suddenly, Oh, Actually I forgot madam. Essentially, I am coming. Being a servant, these words don’t suit me but so that’s not the way to deal with the bitterness of life. Besides, the maid entered inside the room with the evening breakfast and noticed her face engrossed with similar emotions. You know that my present lies in my past. I would like to ask you a question. Exactly how many years will you give to that past?
Sitting on the sofa with a single memories left in her hands, how much ever she tried to resist but always stopped on identical photograph of the album.
Whenever 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 I’d say in case you don’t mind, can we ask if you know anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz? Interview with reporters had become an important element of the life of Ms.
Going straight into her dressing room, Shrishti stood before the long mirror which she hadn’t faced for the last fourteen years.
Very serious! Chhitiz! Identical garden where they used to meet Shrishti was as usual waiting for Chhitiz. That said, he was Chhitiz, her life, her soul and the person for whom she had sacrificed all her happiness. Now please pay attention. You are again late and what’s in this diary, said Shrishti snatching the diary from him. For instance, an unmarried woman dressed in a white sari without any kind of ornamentation. Go and meet him and hereupon we will enjoy this seriousness together. Anyways, he was in this world but still unknown to Shrishti.
I forgot to tell you, Sir Hardy was calling you.
Chhitiz looked at her and said in a serious tone, Dear!
You seem so funny when you even try to get serious. Oh Chhitiz! Shrishti and Chhitiz were best friends. Certainly, shrishti didn’t even seem to listen to his words and said hurriedly, Oh no! Shrishti replied jokingly, serious! Try to understand, so it is regarding both of us. On p of that, her mind went back to the college life they had shared together. Now look, the name echoing in her mind forced her to scream if she could throw it out of herself. Shrishti ok out the album and turning over the photographs again stopped on really similar photo, her fingers on the face of really similar person. Her maid, one person on planet earth who knew the truth of her life ok her to quite similar sofa where Shrishti could find serenity. Today, I have to discuss something really important for our lives. Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for the civil services and the last day of the final year exam had also passed. They loved each other to this kind 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.
How changed she was! Chhitiz tried to make her understand and said in a scolding manner, Please Shrishti! 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. It’s aafter this incident. You see, shrishti lost her conscience for a moment. Nonetheless, he was hiding something from me. Her hands trembled while pressing the door bell. There is a lot more information about this stuff here. Having once escaped death, she decided to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from life. Shrishti’s secret life passing into the secret world. With all that said… People gathered in large numbers and the hope of her survival became least with the severe injuries on her head.
Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with the reports of her accident and with headlines.
She couldn’t dare to move back from her destination.
I am nowhere in your lifetime now. Therefore, immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi. Fate had something else in store for her. 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 will like this surprise visit or not. Oftentimes shrishti kept on increasing the speed of the car and suddenly with her loud scream, Please Chhitiz! Her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with the reducing no of steps to his house. Oftentimes go away! Shrishti went all alone. As a result, she was saved. Now regarding the aforementioned fact… 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. Known any and 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. 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. Mercedes hit the large banyan tree. 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. That’s interesting. Chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to explain him.
She fell on her feet and started thanking the Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost.
I have brought a beautiful sari for her.
See this. Door opened and the person standing in front of her was Mr. He remained stunned. Normally, true love between Shrishti and Chhitiz was proved. Therefore the earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. Doing best in order to hide her true emotions, she asked inquiringly, Where is Hrishita? Chhitiz had taken that card if you are going to force you to meet me and Accordingly the forceful smile on her face couldn’t stop the rolling down of tears. Holding tears in his eyes, he went outside. Chhitiz Bharadwaz, the famous industrialist of Delhi.
She couldn’t stop her tears and wiping her face said, Dear, that card was printed before I was even ware of your relationship.
Pointing wards a lady lying on a bed, he said angrily, Shrishti!
Will it fit him? His mother understood who she was and embraced her. Usually, meet my mother and see her condition. Ten minutes passed standing outside staring at one another when Shrishti reminded him to follow the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. Saying this, the old lady started sobbing profusely. He is still unmarried and waiting for you, my love! Fourteen years had just whitened a few hairs without affecting much of his handsome personality. Of course and, where are your children? There’s some more info about this stuff on this site. 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.