Chapter 05: LITTLE BY LITTLE

Hello to all, Mimi here. Chapter 05 is the entry of our dear Rathore's and I tried my best to generate the depth of the story. I was surprised myself when I went with flow and ended up writing the chapter longer than I usually do. Also I penned down with my utmost gratefulness to everyone reading this story and are excited to read the future chapters. Thank you for all the love you guys are giving to my story though I started writing again after almost 8 years of break. And getting this kind of love makes me extremely grateful to you guys. So Relax, take a deep breath and then proceed in this journey of Chapter 05. It's my gift to you guys for showing me such immense love.

CHAPTER-05

Little By Little(Cheeze) K-OST Language: Korean

Little by little
Step by step, I see you
Even when you don't talk
I think I can hear you

I was looking for a place to rest
So I came all this way
And I'm so thankful that it's you

On any day
You excite me
Even your smallest expressions
Make my heart flutter

Every day, every night
Will my praying heart be delivered to you?
I hope we will stay together

Can you hear that?
When you close your eyes
You can hear the whispers of that day
The stories that were untold

I don't know where it came from
I don't know where it'll go
But my heart has found you

On any day
You excite me
Even your smallest expressions
Make my heart flutter

Every day, every night
Will my praying heart be delivered to you?
I hope we will stay together

I wonder what's outside
In that world
Night I cried alone
Will they all be forgotten?

Even if it's just a moment
Even if it's a dream
If I could be with you

On any day
You make me smile

If, on some day
We grow apart
Your laugh, your pain, everything
I'll remember it all

I'm thankful that it's you
That I met you at the end of my dark times
I'm so thankful that it's you

LITTLE BY LITTLE

As the bus started its journey towards Delhi Imlie looked at the view outside the window, this village was, is and will always be her home. She looked at the trees and greenery till the zenith point her eyes went, last time she left them with a heavy heart. When she married Aditya and left them, there was grief in her goodbye but today she left her home to fly high with a smile. In this life she didn’t let misfortunes get a grip of her. A smile of satisfaction took over her lips. 

‘I did it ABP, I changed my fate. The stones which overthrew me in my past life, I kicked them all far away this time. The events which made a mess of my life, I used them to organize Chavi’s life. I just hope she doesn’t get emotionally attached to him else it would be a little difficult for me to achieve the success I want. Now I just want to meet you, maybe it will be one year prior to our actual meeting but I want to see how you look now, the time before I met you. Sita Maiyya, please make a way for us to meet. Please…’ thought Imlie as the bus increased it’s speed on the highway.

“Maa, I packed the showpiece I brought for our home. Do you have anything more to pack from your side? Where is UNB by the way?” said Arpita, annoyed.

“Aru is getting ready. I do have some curtains I brought from the mall, let’s take them, too”

“UNB we are almost ready. Where are you?”

“Coming Didi”

The guy who wore his gray shirt and black waistcoat looked at himself in the mirror.  He took his cologne and sprayed some around his neck. His face radiated his charm and his stubble beard raised his looks to the standard of epitome of handsomeness. His eyebrows vowed for his masculinity and his eyes were carved no less than any lotus petal. The nose reflected his grace and lips had the color of cherries. He was a fit guy who maintained his diet and gym routine which blessed him with biceps and muscle around his chest area bringing out the male protagonist vibes from his appearance. His hair was side partitioned and as he wore his Prada sunglasses he was no less than a perfect combo of looks, attitude and luxury. He had a stoic face and his personality screamed that he was no less than a ferocious predator.

The cellphone which was ringing for a while now, he picked it up. It was a call from his secretary Rohan.

“Sir media outlets are requesting for an appointment with you for having a formal interview with you”

“I am not interested as I am leaving for Delhi”

“Sir, some are from Delhi. If you can manage your time…”

“I… am… Aryan Singh Rathore. First thing, my time is precious, second thing I decide what interests me and where I will spend my time”

“Sir, third thing?”

“Wo udhaar rahi(That is a loan)”

Aryan cut his call and went to the drawing room..

Aryan Singh Rathore, the founder of Rathore Group of Companies was a man who was almost in the streets three years back. But today he was standing with a very fine line to cross, to enter his name in the Billionaire list. He had an elder sister and mother in the name of his family. Though he looks like a stern person with a strong personality, he was not like this in the past; three years back he was the pampered baby of the house with the most irresponsible attitude. But the tragedy his family faced when his brother in law passed away changed his bubbly personality to a blunt stoic one. His sister Arpita had developed Pyrophobia when she saw her husband burnt alive in his car but she is trying her best to overcome it by exposure therapy and taking medicines like antidepressants. She tries her best to be cheerful around her brother as she saw him going inside a shell after the tragedy.

The Rathore family lives in a luxurious penthouse in Mumbai which Aryan bought last year for them. The last three years weren’t easy for this family. Aryan was brought up in luxury as they had a hereditary Pharmaceutical manufacturing factories where his father used to produce medicines. Later it was passed to his brother in law who took the factories to the highest height ever achieved and bench marked themselves in the industry sector. His brother in law made sure Aryan had his Masters in Business abroad and had provided him all the luxuries of life like a father provides to his kids. This made his brother in law be his second father. Arvind Shekhawat was the fatherly figure who protected him after his father left them but when he was gone Aryan was broken into pieces.  

 Aryan was so lost three years back with the problems of losing his family, the bad reputation of them among people and working sector made him to leave Delhi with his family with the only saved up assets which was nowhere enough to give him the position he has today; only if the person who came outside Arpita’s room with her suitcase had not held his hand in the right time.

“Yo AYB”

“Nishant you are here?”

“Why not? I am helping Arpita to bring her suitcase out”

“UNB, ESB said he will leave us at the airport,” said Arpita.

“Thank you dude but didi is older than you” exclaimed Aryan.

“Yours welcome AYB and she is your didi not mine”

Nishant Rajput, the co-founder Rathore Group of Companies, was Aryan’s friend from his college abroad. When they shifted to Mumbai he helped them and today he was someone very close to the Rathore’s.

“I don't understand why they are packing so much luggage?” exclaimed Aryan.

“Because that house is the real house of Rathore’s so they want some decoration pieces there” replied Nishant.

Aryan made a face of being annoyed and said, “That city almost made us beggars yet maa was against selling that house. Now this is our house”

“I know you don’t like Delhi much but that Bungalow means a lot for both of these ladies. Your father bought that plot and that bungalow came into existence for your jiju”

“Nishant to be honest they are the reason I didn’t pry much. Also I will return there for some personal reasons in the future. Yet so much luggage isn’t fair. I need to pay for the extra kgs in the airport”

“Haha… it’s not like you are in short of cash”

“Nishant…”

“Okay calm down I am going to the car. Come fast”

Nishant dropped them and waved. He wished them a safe journey at the airport and went back.

Imlie’s bus halted for half an hour in a dhaba. She ordered Bedhai for herself, as she took a breath and tried to organize, what she would do next when she felt a tap on her shoulder.

She turned around and got surprised, “Niti”

Niti smiled and sat after pulling a chair with Imlie.

“From where?”

“Mousi’s house. You?”

“From my village Pagdandia, your bus?”

“I am going back by car, Mousa ji and mousi will drop me. Want to join us? It must be tiresome to journey alone since we are heading to the same destination you can join us. You will get my precious company”

“Niti, thank you so much dear but I would like to travel by bus only. I know you are thinking about me but my self respect won’t allow me”

“It’s okay dear, you seem like a righteous person. No need to be sorry I didn’t want my proposal to be a burden to you”

“Thank you, by the way, where are your Mousa and Mousi?”

“That table”, Niti showed Imlie pointing towards the table where Mousa and Mousi were sitting.

Imlie had a good time chatting with Niti at the dhaba and Imlie found her kind enough to stay with her till she left by the bus. After Imlie left, Niti also made her way to the College with her guardians.

Aryan, Narmada and Arpita landed in Delhi. Aryan gave the driver the half day off who came to pick them up and took the driving seat himself. They drove from the airport to their destination, The Rathore Mansion. Narmada and Arpita were returning back after three years to their own house. They want to stay back at Delhi but didn’t tell Aryan because they fear he would not allow it. So the first visit after the tragedy of their family, the mother-daughter duo convinced Aryan saying that their journey is only a trip and they would return back to Mumbai after Aryan finishes his business in U.P.

Though the journey started, this also started a fight between the siblings whether to open the car window or not.

“UNB open the window” Arpita said angrily

“Didi, you know I won’t open it. AC is better than dust”

“UNB, the smell of your birthplace is better than AC and car perfume”

“Didi I would keep any request except this. Nothing is good in this place”

“UNB, if this was the past you would have told me to crawl on the soil outside. Brother, why did you change so much? We are going back to our real home. Can’t you go back to the real you?”

“Di, accept it... I won’t be like before anymore. That Aryan is dead, he won’t return with your requests. Rather tell me what song would you like to hear since I won’t let these glasses slide down” said Aryan with a calm voice.

“UNB, just keep watching; someone will definitely come into your life who will change you to your old real self with love”

“Which movie did you watch last night that you are still in it’s delusion di?”

“UNB! Maa just look what he is saying”

“I am just an audience, don’t expect me to get involved,” uttered Narmada.

“Maa…okay UNB play ‘Raabta’ song, the 2012 one”

“Di, was this intentional?”

“Absolutely, you used to dance couple dance alone in this thinking about the love of your life in your room”

Aryan played Raabta from his mobile via bluetooth.

“Di, though I started this song just because you demanded. Just remember, I will need anything in life except love.”

“Yeah yeah” mocked Arpita.

Aryan didn’t say the reason straight but he knew from deep within his heart how dreadful love could be after seeing both his mother and sister suffer for love.

‘Hmm meherbaani jaate jaate mujhpe kar gaya…’

He drove slowly after entering the city, but the car could hardly move forward for the traffic jam. Arpita didn’t stop swaying her arms with the song and felt the rhythm. Narmada smiled looking at the smiling face of her daughter. Narmada was sitting in the front with her son and she focused outside looking at the familiar streets and views. 

 ‘Guzarta saa lamha ek daaman bhar gaya…’

It was already 5:00 pm but the sun had yet to set. Imlie’s bus had entered the city and was making its way to the bus station. It was stopped for the red traffic light, she looked outside and smiled thinking how many memories she had of this city from her past life. The life she lived and she enjoyed. Everyone forgot but she still had those memories intact. A life which didn’t end yet she was here back in time, what should she call that life was her first thoughts when she came back. Past life? Last life? Or Imaginary life?

Suddenly a car stopped near her bus, she looked out of the window but it was hard for her to believe her eyes. Though the glasses were up, she knew it was none other than the love of her life, Aryan Singh Rathore. When she was thinking about her memories, she suddenly had started feeling like they were imaginary pieces of puzzles as she had started to lose her faith of ever meeting Aryan. But today there he was proving his existence very true to her and all of her memories real.

“ABP”, she muttered under her breath. And without giving any explanation to her, her tears made their way out of her eyes.

Raabta(Shreya Ghoshal, Arijit Singh)

‘Tera naazara mila, roshan sitaara mila…’

Aryan was bored waiting at the traffic post for the green signal, he moved his head up and down and then turned to his right to see outside. He doesn’t have any kind of expectation from this city, he had lost too much here and it’s just a home of bad memories yet he had to be back because this place is his root. This fact annoys him to his core, suddenly his eyes felt on the girl who was staring at him from the bus window opposite to his car with tears in her eyes.

For a moment he felt like the moment had stopped then and there. He couldn't move his eyes from her, he felt like the world had stopped. She felt very familiar to him for a second yet not at all. He doesn't remember meeting such a young girl before. She wasn’t looking like any fairy from heaven; she had dark circles and tired eyes from the journey, she wore a simple brown kurta, her hair was pleated but the most striking details he could see were the tears in her eyes. Yet for him she felt as if she was the dream of the dawn which is always said to come true but hardly comes true. He removed his sunglasses and stared at her. She was looking back at him but her expression wasn’t blank, he could see hope and grief at the same time in her face. 

‘Is it possible to feel hope and grief at once?’ Thought Aryan

The stare was so intense that the horns and honks disappeared from the background and all the passengers sitting on the bus window side became invisible for him; he could only see her. Imlie didn’t realize how time went by and she could see only Aryan. He was there in front of her, neither the people in the bus were visible to her nor the people outside on the road. Only him and her, trying to savor each other’s existence and trying to paint each other’s pictures deep within their hearts.

‘Taqdeer ki kashtiyon ko kinaara mila…’

The traffic signal showed a green light and the bus pulled up its speed again, breaking the trance of two individuals.  

Imlie felt helpless and miserable as she could not see Aryan anymore because for Rathore Mansion he had already taken a turn to the left road. Only then she observed the song playing in the bus as heard the lyrics consciously, which broke her down more in tears and she had to cover her face with a handkerchief.

Do Pal(Lata Mangeshkar, Sonu Nigam)

‘Do pal ruka khwaabon ka karwan,

Aur phir chal diye tum kahan hum kahan

Do pal ki thi yeh dilon ki dastaan,

Aur phir chal diye tum kahan hum kahan’

Aryan started his ignition keys and took a left turn for his house. He was himself confused why he was so invested in a stranger but due to the needs of roads he focused back on driving.

Imlie reached her hostel by six o'clock. She was in a mess of emotions, she was feeling tired, sad, happy, hopeful; all kinds of emotions. Though she was hungry her mind made her feel she does not feel like eating anything. The weather had deteriorated and there was a chance of heavy rain at night. The thing Imlie needed the most at this moment was energy as she had to rescue Chavi tomorrow but her will and determination, both had taken a back seat and an unsettling feeling had taken the front seat. Getting to see Aryan had messed up all her plans and her heart was fighting its own war of not breaking down from what it misses of the past.

She couldn’t hold herself back anymore and went to the hostel warden.

“Ma’am what’s the curfew time?”

“Oh Imlie, its 8:00 pm”

“Ma’am I am going for a walk”

“But it will rain”

“I need to buy an umbrella too, I don’t have a single one right now”

“Okay dear, when you come will you take a bath?”

“Yes ma’am, but why are you asking?”

“The geyser switch is at the left side of the bathroom.”

“Oh my thank you for the information ma’am”

“Return safely”

“Sure”

Imlie walked out of the College Campus and went for a walk to the nearby market.

Aryan was busy in a call, when he suddenly heard a scream inside Rathore mansion. He went inside running only to find his sister cornered with fear and Narmada trying her best to calm her down. The servants who were unaware of their master’s phobia towards fire had lit candles in front of Arvind’s picture in the hall.

“Everyone take those candles away from here. Fast!” Aryan shouted in anger.

The servants immediately removed them but Arpita had already been so traumatized that Narmada and Aryan needed to shift Arpita to her bedroom for resting. After calming his sister he came out and gave instructions to never lit any kind of fire in front of her.

“Aru, it’s okay she will calm down”, said Narmada seeing her son's anger.

“Maa, how many more years will the tragedy of the past stay between us like the present? I can’t see di like this. She acts like she is a happy, bubbly and cheerful person only to hide her own pain from us”

“Aru, time heals everything”

“No maa, if only that person had not posted such articles in the newspaper today we wouldn’t have been in this position. That man is ought to blame”

“Aru…”

Before Narmada could say much, Aryan rushed outside and drove his car out.

“Aru, it will rain. Don’t go beta. Aru…” Narmada shouted at the top of her lungs but he was already gone.

Aryan drove aimlessly for a while and then decided to stop at a community park. He wanted some solace and alone time for himself. He sat on a bench trying his best to gather his thoughts and calm his mind. That moment it started raining but soon it changed into a heavy pour. 

Imlie had bought a new smartphone for herself and an umbrella as she was out for the walk. The shopkeeper was kind enough to pack her new phone in wraps of plastic so that it doesn’t come in contact with water. She even bought a new sim card for herself and activated it in a shop. While returning she saw a familiar car parked outside the community park which was only a few yards away from her college.

“Aryan’s car? Is he in the park?” exclaimed Imlie.

It was pouring heavily and Aryan being there at that time was really odd according to her but she decided to go inside the park and check it once. She walked, yet didn’t find him at first but she decided to go till the end of the park. And to her luck he was there, sitting on a bench under the pouring rain drenched from top to bottom.

‘What an odd luck?’ thought Imlie.

She slowly walked forward and then held her umbrella above his head by standing behind the bench covering both of them from the rain. Aryan lifted his head and looked above when the rain stopped falling at him. Imlie looked downwards and both of them met each other’s eyes. The moment their eyes met they felt like the world stopped, there was no chaos only the sound of pouring rain and both of them staring at each other.

Imlie could see his grave expression as if he came out of a movie hall after watching some sad movie. But she knew at this point, his life was more painful enough than any movie; he might be reflecting on the sadness of his own life. She couldn’t think much for the situation but the first dilemma that occurred to her was how would she introduce herself to him? This time she had not met him on the roadside where he tossed all her books, so she could not call him ‘Nakchara Akkarbagga’. Also last time he purposefully came to her life but this time though she herself wanted to enter his life with a plan but fate had played another set of cards with unknown predictions. Is it a good thing or a bad one? Does he also remember her like Aditya did. These questions were burning her soul and it was kind of visible in her eyes.

To break the silence Imlie decided to choose the avatar she had before she was back in the past, that Imlie was the carbon copy of Aryan’s past self, flirty, fun loving and a happy being. She aimed to kill two birds with a single stone; one to check whether he remembers her or not and the other if he doesn’t remember at all she will end up making a new image of her for him.

“My oh my! What a handsome puppy getting drenched in this pouring session?” she uttered with a flirty smile.

He looked at her confused.

“I mean Mr. Whoever you are… you should not get drenched in such a heavy rain.” She tried to convince him as well as herself when she didn’t get any reply from him.

“Excuse me, Do I know you Miss?”

“Nope”

“Did I ask for the umbrella?”

“My kindness didn’t allow me to let you suffer”

“I don’t need your umbrella”

“So that fever can put you inside its  zoo cage after twenty one hours?”

“I will be absolutely fine Miss… Wait a minute. How do you know I tend to have a fever twenty one hours later after getting drenched?”

“Normal people also does” Imlie knew she screwed up perfectly by being hasty.

“But twenty one to be precise…” Aryan looked at her consciously.

He stood up from the bench and turned an one eighty degree turn to look at her face properly. The bench was still between them and Aryan was facing her. She kept her hand extended so that both of them were covered by the umbrella. She was proud of herself for buying the biggest size umbrella thinking about her bag and books to be safe from rain. Now it was saving both her and Aryan though both of them had their shoulders open to be touched by rain. Aryan suddenly grabbed the umbrella by resting his hand above her. She looked at him surprised as few electricity shocks passed down her spine on his touch, she could only wonder if she had become an earthing object. He moved around the bench keeping his eye contact with her and now both of them were standing behind the bench.

“Miss I don’t need your help please go back with your umbrella” said Aryan and pushed the umbrella a little towards her. He left her hands simultaneously.

Coming back to reality when his hands were removed, Imlie grabbed his hands and gave the umbrella to him.

“No you keep it, you are already drenched”

“I said… I don’t need it” this time Aryan said seriously.

“No you should keep it”, Imlie was determined.

“Why are so bent in giving me your umbrella? I said take it back and don’t be a pushover”, Aryan’s voice was rising up this time.

His high tone broke Imlie’s patience and she shouted, “If I told you to keep it then you should just keep it. Why are you so troublesome ABP?” 

“Who the hell is ABP”? Aryan shouted in anger.

“ABP…that’s you Mr. Ajeeb Bikat Praani! Your attitude made me name you this. If someone offers help one should accept the kindness” shouted Imlie at the top of her lungs.

“So you are naming me after forcing your kindness. What are you? Jungly?”

Imlie was taken aback for a second when he called her jungly. How did she live her past month without hearing this name from him? This name was given to her by him in her past.  He did it once again though he doesn’t remember her anymore. A drop of tear rolled down her right eye.

Aryan was dumbstruck, he had seen tears twice today from strangers. He remembered Imlie’s face from the bus and then he realized he met the same girl once again. 

‘What is this coincidence?’ thought Aryan.

“You…I saw you today. You were in that bus. You were in tears that time too. Have we met before?”

The question ‘Have we met before?’ brought her back to reality. 

'Yes, he doesn’t remember anything.' thought Imlie sadly.

“Something went to my eyes. Why would I tear up for a stranger?” she retorted after removing her emotions from her voice and looked sideways. She doesn’t want to continue the eye contact anymore with the fear of her lie being caught by him.

She suddenly felt the grip of his hand tightening over her hands and exerting a huge amount of pressure. The next moment she heard him saying, “You…who are you?”

She was forced to look back at his eyes with his hardened grip.

His eyes were fixed at her and her were at his.

The tension which rose between them made her slip a few words, “Who knows? I might be”

“Might be?” he questioned back.

“Might be your”

“Might be mine?”

Aryan was absolutely confused at his own actions. He was there; at a park at night when rain was pouring hard with a stranger who was forcefully trying to offer him an umbrella and now with a crazy situation out of some fictional movie. Yet he wanted to know her answer, she seems like someone whom he knows from ages but was very much sure he never met her before.

“Might be your fan”

“What?” Aryan couldn't believe his ears what he heard.

“I mean I like handsome faces. And you look really handsome, I just couldn’t control myself from helping you”

Aryan rolled his eyes in exasperation. He was waiting for some serious answer and this girl who might still be a teenager is just a sucker of handsome faces! And the biggest irritating point was that she feels really similar to his own old past self.

When he was busy processing her words she sneaked out her hands from his grip.

“So stay covered and safe. Bye! I am glad I could be of help. Jay Sita Maiyya” 

Imlie covered her hair with her dupatta and ran, ran faster so that Aryan couldn’t catch her at any cost. Before Aryan could follow her she vanished in the bushes of the park.

“What the hell was wrong with that girl? Jungly kahiki” Aryan uttered frustratingly.

Imlie reached her hostel with a smile before the curfew hours. Took a bath and had dinner with Niti. When she was all done she visited Niti’s room. She found out that Niti knows how to play Ukulele and she had enjoyed her last late night jam too on Niti's request which was only possible as her roommate had not arrived yet. 

“Ow Imlie where were you in the evening  before dinner?”

“I bought a smartphone for myself and an umbrella”

“Smartphone wow, but you came back fully drenched. Where is your umbrella?”

“i came drenched because I lent it to someone”

“You lent a new umbrella to someone?”

“Yep! By the way the music system of the phone is top notch. Want to check it out?”

“Sure why not? Let's play music in it. How about you give the bass, I will play my ukulele and you can sing. That day you sang so wonderfully”

“I do have a song in my mind, we can record it in and then post it somewhere”

“Wonderful idea. Which song?”

Imlie replied to her and both of them started, one with the instrument and the other with the vocals.

Khabar-E-Tahayyur-E-Ishq( Varsha Tripathi)

"Khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq sun…"

(Listen to the confound story of love)

Aryan didn’t leave the park for two more hours till the security guard informed him that it was time to close the gates. He walked towards the gate slowly holding Imlie’s umbrella looking it intently with a gaze trying to understand the stranger's actions.

"Na junoon raha na pari rahi…"

(Neither obsession nor beauty remained)

Imlie smiled remembering how unexpected it was for her to meet Aryan today as she sang these lyrics. As of this date, there was nothing between them. In this life their story is still blank but she was able to meet him again in this life. This might lead to a start of a new story.

"Na toh tu raha na toh main raha…"

(Neither you remained nor I remained)

As Aryan reached his car he looked at the umbrella once more and wondered who that girl was. The rain had already stopped till he made his way to the gates. She said she was just a sucker of handsome faces but was it really the truth? She didn’t need to lend her umbrella and walk drenched under the rain herself. He smiled thinking how she called him a 'puppy', he was utterly dumbfounded by that comparison.

"What a flirty girl? She really found me handsome" as he muttered this under his breath he couldn't hold back his smile. 

“Jungly!”

"Jo rahi so be-khabari rahi…"

(Only unawareness remained)

Imlie remembered how they stared at each other at the park when she stood behind him and held the umbrella above his head. For a moment she found peace. Serenity and bliss, all of them just being near him. She was missing him too much and today fate gave her the opportunity to find the peace she was missing from her life once again.

"Khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq sun…"

(Listen to the confound story of love)

“Was this song dedicated to someone?” asked Niti.

“Yes, to the love of my life”

“You have a boyfriend?”

“Not yet it’s still one sided but I would definitely end up making him my boyfriend as well as my husband someday”

“High ambitions for personal life”

“Indeed”

Both of them laughed as 'love' in itself is indeed a topic highly considered to be a girl's favorite, especially a big ‘chaat’ of gossip in the hostel life of females.

Aryan changed his clothes and sat on a comfortable armchair with a cup of coffee. His eyes went to the stand where he kept Imlie’s umbrella.

He still couldn’t analyze the stranger he met today. He neither knows her name nor her identity but he wants to meet her again. He needs to return back that umbrella. But will it be possible because he will be leaving for Kanpur tomorrow? thought Aryan.

One wants love out of his life and the other is living life in the name of love. One remembers everything but has the grief that the other doesn’t remember a thing and the other feels unknown emotions which couldn’t be described to the ones who never felt it before.

What has fate in store for them?

'Chali samt-e-ghaib se ik hawa…'

(A wind blew from the invisible world)

'Ke chaman zahur ka jal gaya…'

(And scorched the garden of appearances)

'Magar ek shakh-e-nihal-e-gham…'

(But on the branch of grief's tree, one bud)

'Jise dil kahe so hari rahi…'

(Let's call it the heart, remained green)

'Na toh tu raha na toh main raha…'

(Neither you remained nor I remained)

'Jo rahi so be-khabari rahi…'

(Only unawareness remained)

'Khabar-e-tahayyur-e-ishq sun…'

(Listen to the confound story of love)

Songs Used:

~Little By Little(Cheeze) [It's Okay To Be Not Okay Ost]

~Raabta(Shreya Ghoshal, Arijit Singh) [Agent Vinod]

~Do Pal(Lata Mangeshkar, Sonu Nigam) [Veer-Zaara]

~Khabare-Tahayyur-E-Ishq(Cover By Varsha Tripathi) [Ali Sethi, Noah Georgeson]

Well how did you guys feel after reading the chapter? Do share I am indeed expecting some long comments after this update. You guys were really excited for this one. Once again thank you for all your love.

Yours Mimi