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Be practical in lifespan.
Exactly how many years will you give to that past? I am coming. Just think for a moment. 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. Quite similar emotions.
I will die on the day when the God takes away that as well.
You know that my present lies in my past.
Being a servant, these words don’t suit me but it is not the way to deal with the bitterness of life. Going out of the door, Shanti turned back suddenly, Oh, I forgot madam. Shrishti Bhatt. Shrishti ld without even raising her eyes, Shanti! Keeping the album back in the locker, she replied, Welcome them and give them seats. 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. Interview with reporters had become an important element of the life of Ms. Shrishti Bhatt, the S officer of Allahabad. So here’s a question. Madam, So if you don’t mind, can we ask if you know anyone called Chhitiz Bharadwaz?
Her past perturbed everyone.
Interviewers wanted spice for their magazines but her dignity stopped everyone to prick he shadowed identity.
Shrishti remained stunned at the sound of this word which she herself hadn’t ever dared to repeat after that incident. Answering the question in negative, she left the reporters confused at her astonished face and went upwards staggering as if struck by the loss very similar photo, her fingers on the face of similar person. Now pay attention please. Oh Chhitiz! Notice that really similar garden where they used to meet Shrishti was as usual waiting for Chhitiz. Ok, and now one of the most important parts. Shrishti had cleared her preliminary exam for the civil services and the last day of the final year exam had also passed. Anyways, chhitiz! Try to understand, that’s regarding both of us. Chhitiz looked at her and said in a serious tone, Dear!
Chhitiz tried to make her understand and said in a scolding manner, Please Shrishti!
Going straight into her dressing room, Shrishti for a while mirror which she hadn’t faced for the last fourteen years.
Chhitiz! Nonetheless, very serious! Go and meet him and we will enjoy this seriousness together. Although, he was Chhitiz, her life, her soul and the person for whom she had sacrificed all her happiness. How changed she was! Nonetheless, you are again late and what’s in this diary, said Shrishti snatching the diary from him. There’s more info about this stuff here. Today, I have to discuss something really important for our lives. 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. Shrishti and Chhitiz were best friends. Have you heard about something like that before? Her maid, a single person across the world who knew the truth of her life ok her to similar sofa where Shrishti could find serenity.
Shrishti replied jokingly, serious!
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! Certainly, I forgot to tell you, Sir Hardy was calling you. Besides, the name echoing in her mind forced her to scream if she could throw it out of herself. I’m sure you heard about this. Unmarried woman dressed in an almost white sari without any kind of ornamentation. He was in this world but still unknown to Shrishti. Also, shrishti assumed his tension for half an hour or two as usual to grab her attention. Shrishti lost her conscience for a moment. 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. Oftentimes she decided not to marry as didn’t seek for to share the love of Chhitiz with anyone else, after clearing her interview for ivil Services. Nevertheless, the world seemed to fall before her eyes. Oftentimes about fifteen minutes passed and he didn’t return. She understood everything and preserving all the memories of Chhitiz in her heart went away forever and ever.
He was hiding something from me.
Besides, the first thing which she did was changed her mobile number, after this incident. For instance, shrishti opened the diary and said to herself, Oh yes! Nonetheless, 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. Going forward a few steps, she returned back to take his diary which she had forgotten on the slip. She ok a large mansion in Allahabad and lived there with her diary and the album, the main memories of her college life. Shrishti had lost her parents when she was only eight. Chhitiz looked very disturbed that day. Actually, she never even felt envious of Hrishita instead always considered her lucky to be Chhitiz’s wife. Shrishti’s secret life passing into the secret world. People gathered in large numbers and the hope of her survival became least with the severe injuries on her head.
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.
Mercedes hit the large banyan tree. She fell on her feet and started thanking the Almighty but Shrishti seemed to be lost. Shrishti went all alone. Standing right below his bungalow, Shrishti stopped for quite a while thinking if he my be able to recognize her or not and if his wife should like this surprise visit or not. On p of this, her heartbeat pounded higher and higher with the reducing no of steps to his house. However, fate had something else in store for her. This is the case. Every 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. Notice that chhitiz seemed sitting beside her and begging for a chance to explain him. 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. Consequently, having once escaped death, she decided to meet Chhitiz before her final separation from life. I am nowhere in your lifetime now. She was saved. Reporters poured in the hospital corridors and newspapers got studded with the reports of her accident and with headlines. Shrishti kept on increasing the speed of the car and suddenly with her loud scream, Please Chhitiz! Eventually, her hands trembled while pressing the door bell. She couldn’t dare to move back from her destination. Eventually, immediately a ticket was booked for her flight to Delhi.
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.
Doing best in order to hide her true emotions, she asked inquiringly, Where is Hrishita?
True love between Shrishti and Chhitiz was proved. Generally, I have brought a beautiful sari for her. Therefore the earth slipped away from her feet and sky seemed to fall apart. Chhitiz had taken that card with an eye to force you to meet me and so, where are your children? He is still unmarried and waiting for you, my love! See this. Chhitiz Bharadwaz, the famous industrialist of Delhi. Although, pointing wards a lady lying on a bed, he said angrily, Shrishti!
Chhitiz ok all the gifts in one hand and holding her hand with the other ok her inside, without uttering a single word.
Fourteen years had just whitened a few hairs without affecting much of his handsome personality.
Meet my mother and see her condition. Saying this, the old lady started sobbing profusely. Nevertheless, holding tears in his eyes, he went outside. His mother understood who she was and embraced her. Now let me tell you something. Door opened and the person standing in front of her was Mr. By the way, the forceful smile on her face couldn’t stop the rolling down of tears. Ten minutes passed standing outside staring at ourselves when Shrishti reminded him to follow the courtesy and call her inside in a kidding manner. She couldn’t stop her tears and wiping her face said, Dear, that card was printed before I was even ware of your relationship. Then again, he remained stunned. Then again, two years passed and Shrishti was again seen sitting on a sofa with similar 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.