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YAHI AARZOO THI....
Nine minutes to four said the beautiful round Rado watch in man's wrist.
The Handsome young MD of MNC who had just come from the direction of the station lifted his charming face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time..His heart was pounding with anxiety and excitement that shocked him because he could not control it..in nine minutes,he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 11 months.,the woman whome he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the park..the park was full of people including children to the old people who had came here to enjoy the weekend with thier family...the man moved near to the banyan tree where they are agreed to meet each other..
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt lonely.,he had recieved her answer:"ofcourse you wil feel lonely as ur living alone after ur mother's death..next time you if u feel alone i want you to hear my voice singing song to you..and he had remembered, he had heard her imagined voice and had felt that she was with him n they were enjoying the moment in each other's company.
Now he was going to hear her real voice..6 minutes to four.his face grew sharp.
A girl passed close to him and MAYANK SHARMA started..she was wearing red flower in her hair, not the little yellow rose they had agree upon.besides, this girl was too young, about 18 ,whereas NUPUR BHUSHAN had frankly told him she was 27..she had asked him"watz urs.? He had answered "im 32".
His mind went back to that magazine..the magazine the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of many magazines...once he went to New delhi for his project work..thier he found monthly magazine..usually he was not interested in reading magazines but this magazine was different from others in this he found a article written by a women which reveals that woman can understand man's heart tenderly n understandingly..he found d writer of the article on top of the article it was NUPUR BHUSHAN..mayank found her address from telephone directory..he wrote her...n she replied faithfully..this continued for 11 month...
Mayank took a deep breath n looked around n murmered to himself.
"nupur tumhara kya bigad jata agar apna ek photo bhej deti toh..par tum ne toh saaf inkar kardiya..nahi mayank mein dekhna chahti hoon ke tum hamari pehli mulakaat mein mujhe kaise pehchanoge"
In one of thier letters he had asked her photographs but she flately refused n told him that he could meet her when he visit New delhi next time.
Two minutes to four..
Mayank saw a young woman was coming toward him..her figure was perfect.; he brown silky hair lay back from her delicate ears.
Her eyes were brown almond shape.;her rosy lips and chin had a gentle firmness..In her pink anarkali she was looking like an angel..
Something attract mayank in that women he started towards her,entirely unnoticing that she was not wearing rose.,as mayank moved towards her a small provacative n sweet smile curved her lips.
Uncontrollably he made one step closer to her. Then he saw NUPUR BHUSHAN..
She was standing almost directly behind that young woman..a woman well past 40 ,her graying hair over her shoulder..she was wearing a simple saree. But she wore a yellow rose in her hair.
The girl in the pink dress was walking quickly away.
Mayank felt as he was being split in two.,his condition was as he had forced to walked on prickly stubbled with a shoeless feet..he was so keen n his desire was to follow the girt , yet yet he was wishing to meet the woman whose spirit of writing had truely made him her fan..and there she was standing..her face was gentle and sensible.
Mayank did not hesitate a little also..he removed a blue leather copy of d magazine article which was to identify him to her.."yeh pyar nahi hosakta par yeh pyaar se keemati aur khubsurat dosti hosakti hai..mein lucky hoon ke mujhe aisi pen frend mili..im gratefull to god..
He showed the print of the article to her..he spoked as he only felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment & which his sentence was showin.
"hi...I'm Mayank Sharma...aur aap aap Miss bhushan ryt...aap se milke mujhe mujhe bahut khushi hui...kya aap mere saath coffee ke liye chalengi??"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile.."mujhe iss baare mein kuch bhi nahi pata hai Beta..." she answered.."woh ladki jo thodi dair pehle pink dress mein yahan se chali gayi thi..usi ne mujhe yeh rose pehenne k liye zabardasti ki thi..aur bataya tha ke agar tum mujhe coffee ke liye bulao toh...tumse kehdena ke woh tumhara saamne joh bada resturant dikh raha hai sadak ke uss taraf woh wahi pe tumhara intizaar kar rahi hai...woh keh rahi thi ke yeh kisi kism ka test hai..ke tum use sache dilse pyar karte hoto tumhare liye uski umar koi matlab nahi rakhegi..warna mere do bete hai anand uncle ke saath..isiliye mein ne uski madad karne k liye raazi hogayi.."
And she left from thier...mayank was so happy that he had got world's most precious thing which was no less than heaven..n mayank left to the resturant to meet his penfriend.,his love of the life..
Haey all
How is't..?i know this os too long n boring...but i couldnt stop myself from writing this os...idea of writing this os stuck my mind after reading one of my fav story..but this os is totally different from that story....just the outline is from that...so guys plzz do let me know do u like it or not by ur precious comments..n press the LIKE tab if u liked it..n sorry for the typo n gramaticat mistakes.
Love
❤️kulsum❤️
Nine minutes to four said the beautiful round Rado watch in man's wrist.
The Handsome young MD of MNC who had just come from the direction of the station lifted his charming face, and his eyes narrowed to note the exact time..His heart was pounding with anxiety and excitement that shocked him because he could not control it..in nine minutes,he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 11 months.,the woman whome he had never seen, yet whose written words had been with him and sustained him unfailingly.
He placed himself as close as he could to the park..the park was full of people including children to the old people who had came here to enjoy the weekend with thier family...the man moved near to the banyan tree where they are agreed to meet each other..
In one of his letters, he had confessed to her that he often felt lonely.,he had recieved her answer:"ofcourse you wil feel lonely as ur living alone after ur mother's death..next time you if u feel alone i want you to hear my voice singing song to you..and he had remembered, he had heard her imagined voice and had felt that she was with him n they were enjoying the moment in each other's company.
Now he was going to hear her real voice..6 minutes to four.his face grew sharp.
A girl passed close to him and MAYANK SHARMA started..she was wearing red flower in her hair, not the little yellow rose they had agree upon.besides, this girl was too young, about 18 ,whereas NUPUR BHUSHAN had frankly told him she was 27..she had asked him"watz urs.? He had answered "im 32".
His mind went back to that magazine..the magazine the Lord Himself must have put into his hands out of many magazines...once he went to New delhi for his project work..thier he found monthly magazine..usually he was not interested in reading magazines but this magazine was different from others in this he found a article written by a women which reveals that woman can understand man's heart tenderly n understandingly..he found d writer of the article on top of the article it was NUPUR BHUSHAN..mayank found her address from telephone directory..he wrote her...n she replied faithfully..this continued for 11 month...
Mayank took a deep breath n looked around n murmered to himself.
"nupur tumhara kya bigad jata agar apna ek photo bhej deti toh..par tum ne toh saaf inkar kardiya..nahi mayank mein dekhna chahti hoon ke tum hamari pehli mulakaat mein mujhe kaise pehchanoge"
In one of thier letters he had asked her photographs but she flately refused n told him that he could meet her when he visit New delhi next time.
Two minutes to four..
Mayank saw a young woman was coming toward him..her figure was perfect.; he brown silky hair lay back from her delicate ears.
Her eyes were brown almond shape.;her rosy lips and chin had a gentle firmness..In her pink anarkali she was looking like an angel..
Something attract mayank in that women he started towards her,entirely unnoticing that she was not wearing rose.,as mayank moved towards her a small provacative n sweet smile curved her lips.
Uncontrollably he made one step closer to her. Then he saw NUPUR BHUSHAN..
She was standing almost directly behind that young woman..a woman well past 40 ,her graying hair over her shoulder..she was wearing a simple saree. But she wore a yellow rose in her hair.
The girl in the pink dress was walking quickly away.
Mayank felt as he was being split in two.,his condition was as he had forced to walked on prickly stubbled with a shoeless feet..he was so keen n his desire was to follow the girt , yet yet he was wishing to meet the woman whose spirit of writing had truely made him her fan..and there she was standing..her face was gentle and sensible.
Mayank did not hesitate a little also..he removed a blue leather copy of d magazine article which was to identify him to her.."yeh pyar nahi hosakta par yeh pyaar se keemati aur khubsurat dosti hosakti hai..mein lucky hoon ke mujhe aisi pen frend mili..im gratefull to god..
He showed the print of the article to her..he spoked as he only felt shocked by the bitterness of his disappointment & which his sentence was showin.
"hi...I'm Mayank Sharma...aur aap aap Miss bhushan ryt...aap se milke mujhe mujhe bahut khushi hui...kya aap mere saath coffee ke liye chalengi??"
The woman's face broadened in a tolerant smile.."mujhe iss baare mein kuch bhi nahi pata hai Beta..." she answered.."woh ladki jo thodi dair pehle pink dress mein yahan se chali gayi thi..usi ne mujhe yeh rose pehenne k liye zabardasti ki thi..aur bataya tha ke agar tum mujhe coffee ke liye bulao toh...tumse kehdena ke woh tumhara saamne joh bada resturant dikh raha hai sadak ke uss taraf woh wahi pe tumhara intizaar kar rahi hai...woh keh rahi thi ke yeh kisi kism ka test hai..ke tum use sache dilse pyar karte hoto tumhare liye uski umar koi matlab nahi rakhegi..warna mere do bete hai anand uncle ke saath..isiliye mein ne uski madad karne k liye raazi hogayi.."
And she left from thier...mayank was so happy that he had got world's most precious thing which was no less than heaven..n mayank left to the resturant to meet his penfriend.,his love of the life..
Haey all
How is't..?i know this os too long n boring...but i couldnt stop myself from writing this os...idea of writing this os stuck my mind after reading one of my fav story..but this os is totally different from that story....just the outline is from that...so guys plzz do let me know do u like it or not by ur precious comments..n press the LIKE tab if u liked it..n sorry for the typo n gramaticat mistakes.
Love
❤️kulsum❤️
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