Author Note: HI all.. surprised.. I am back with new story… no actually we are together working on it…. Well it is not a romantic type story it is individual chapter… the beginning is something u have read before.. yes it is the same story but with a new concept….. so read at your own risk…. We have.. came up with new concept…. Cid freak (renuka) and me….
It was a pleasant morning...With sun shining bright in the sky...everyone was getting ready for their daily routine...With a smile on the face...to face the upcoming challenges, opportunities, happiness that this day will bring up to them...Where at one place a person was kind of fidgeting with the blanket ...In order to get it covered on his body...and was feeling cozy and warm with it around...well...It was kind of weird to have a blanket during the summer season...but...It is possible if you have the ac (air conditioner) on with 19 degree Celsius...airs that person finds a different kind of happiness to cover himself with blanket with this temperature...when during this fight with the blanket...His cell beeped...well then with much of efforts that person got his had out of that blanket and pulled that beeping thing ...after opening and closing eyes five six times with blurry vision that person took a glance of the caller id...and smiling he kept that cell aside and again closed his eyes...
But within minutes something strike his mind...He instantly got up...and got hold of his cell phone...With much of expectations and kept fingers crossed to make up his mind that it wasn't anyone else...but...It wasn't that person ...so by giving a hopeless sigh that person got out of his bed and was heading towards the washroom...when...His head started to pain like anything...He still got hold of side table...instances were revolving in and around his head... but still he got fresh and was having breakfast when bell rang...
Person on the door: are saheb good morning... (smiling happily)
Person: good morning...
Person on the door: saheb aaj soch a ke aapko ye khud hi du. ?. (Giving newspaper) aapka naam aur photo aya hai sahab...c...c..congrats sahab...
Person gave a fake smile to please that person: thank you...
Person at the door: ha ha saheb. ?.wo kya...elcome. ...elcome...at hu sahab.
Person closed the door and that smiled disappeared soon...He glanced at the paper in hand...that picture of him with others...His people...at a painful smile came on his face...but soon he threw that paper on the table...
When he got ready with formals...cell again rang...
He received it without bothering to see who it was...
He: pata hai! Barbar batane se Sach nahi bad le ga. . Aur na hi chillane se Sach jhoot hoga...
He soon cut the call...and again his head started to pain... words started to get echoed in his head...His strength got less...things ...memories...all were like haunting in...his buddy...abhijeet ...he was seeing him...and hearing him all over...
He got on his knees and got his head in his hands...With frustration anger guilt...and a cry echoed whole house..
a well-lit house was in an area… it was one of that well known person…. but somewhere its grace had fallen… where inside it there was a tall slender woman with black jeans and white top with a draped stroll was running here and there…. She was catching things and putting inside the baggage which was full by now.. sp after putting the required items she moved to the hall and took a glance at the show case.. where she had treasured her memories… with love… but today there were not a single feeling left inside that stone heart… she marched towards it and started to throw things in the box… which led to their breakage… but she did't stop at all…when the house maid came and saw all that silently… as she knew the breakage of her heart was more painful bit it was just tjat its breaking could not be heard…after putting things inside she pulled the box out… told to maid…"le jao issye.. aur jaha chaho phek sakti ho… ab mujhe inn sab ki koi zarurat nahi hai… meri dil ki tarah inhe bhi aapni zindagi se bahar kar rahi hu" she leaves to her room…. she starts to apply her makeup which was something she was pro at but was doing it wrong every time as the massacre was getting blurred by those salty drop which was falling from her eye.. after much of efforts she wiped them in anger made her dress neat… took the keys and stats to leave out… she glanced back and found the most unwanted thing staring back at her….
Maid questioned: mam wo.. photo
phek do! Issey bhi… said the woman with her confident tone…and left without looking back…. She took her purse out.. pais the maid…
Maid: mat jao madam ji…
Woman without answering her put the luggage in car… her phone beeped….
She answered it…. Haan main aa rahi hu… haan… bye… without wasting a second she cut the call and seated but the sturdy hands were not ready to twist that key… but the memories got in her eyes… and eyes turned as red hot lava… and she speeded the car… and left leaving the dust of the memories… which settled on the thrown name plate of that women… which someday used to be hanging with pride and love…. She reaches at her friend's house…. Her friend welcomed her…
Nisha: aacha hua tum aa gayi.. thanks for coming
Woman hugged her… trying hard not to cry in front of her… Happy birthday Nisha wished her…
Nisha: thanks yaar… aao…
All the people were enjoying the party but the women was sitting in the corner table lost.. in her own world… party had finished woman did not realized… it… nisha came and sit beside her… nisha put her hand on top of hers… which was kept on table..
Nisha: main janti hu tum kya soch rahi ho… aur tum ek baar phirse soch lo tumhara faisla kahi.. tumhara liye.. before she could continue…. women answered mein ab aur iss daag ke sath nahi jee sakti… mera yaha se chale jaana hi behtar hoga.. aur maine jo faisla liya hai soch samaj kar liya hai…. Then she looks around no one is ther…
Woman: party khatam…
Nisha: haan… chale tumhari flight ka time ho raha hai…
Woman checked her watched… nodes… and both starts to walk out…nisha looks the house and both sit in car and droves off to airport… within half an hour they reach airport…woman takes her luggage out… and starts to go for security check.. before leaving she hugs her friend…
Woman: chalti hu… dhyan rakhna…
Nisha: tum bhi… she moves further… but last time turns back.. may be the person she was hoping will come and stop her…. But no.. he was not there….she knew the person will not come… but hoped… the person will come and she can hug the person…nisha says… nahi aayega woh…. The woman with tears starts walking faster… but stops… the baggage in her hand drops….she sees few people coming out… Her whole body starts to sweat and get cold…..before she could speak something she gets unconsciousness… Nisha… seeing this… calls… TARIKA….
A/n: I started this story because I have finished kismet ka khel… will post tomorrow… last chapter…. Do u want us to continue?