Simply Magic - Spell # 2 || NTL - page 147 - Page 5

gr8888 os
Thanxx for d pm

OMY God that was amazing

Awesome OS

CONGRATULATIONS ANGEL....😃😃

You completed one thread and I am proud of you😃😃

The OS was lovely...every bit of it...i was smiling widely all through and blushing of course😳

I loved the way MayUr were interacting throught writing on a book and all...reminded me of something that i had experienced with another friend and her boyfriend😆😆

And this may sound crazy i know...but this OS reminded me of ArTi more than MayUr....i dont know why...I know they are the same...lols...but i dont know how to explain😕😕 anyways forget it...im just being nonsensical😆😆

The OS was great as usual, Angel....you create magic all around indeed😃😃

Love ya😊

congrats for your 2nd thread mehak
sweet and cute os
thanks for the pm

Oh my God, we all are in trouble, now we have to bear more magic - NAHI!!!!! 😉

thank u so much for the immense love <3,

I started loving her the day she died.

"main chali jaon gin a tu ap ko pata chaley ga", her joyous voice echoed in my ears.

She was like a breath of fresh air in scorching heat, a drop of water in barren desert, a blade of grass in heaps of sand, a wish of living for lonely hearts.

Her smile, her eyes, her voice, her persona was so enchanting. She used to be the life of every gathering. People used to feel so comfortable around her. She had an unlimited number of friends, and I was always being considered to be the lucky one married to a girl who was just perfect.

"tumhain koi kaam thek se karna nahi ata hai", I threw the shirt towards her and she placed her hands over her face as a reflex action. The shirt fell in her feet and she immediately picked it up, "main dobara press kar deti hon", her voice was trembling, but I didn't take any notice. I picked out another shirt from the cupboard and went to change for office.

This wasn't the first time, in fact it was one of the million times where I insulted her for no reason.

She was beautiful, vibrant, educated and an eye- candy for everyone, on the contrary I was an ordinary looking person, with a 9 ' 5 job, with a normal, meeting the ends type salary. She was the daughter of the rich mill-owner of the city, only daughter, while I was the eldest of a pile of 6 siblings.

Whole my life I had spent a normal life. Obeying the rules and following the norms. She came as the law- breaker!.

"chalieyn na wo wahan se gola khatey hain", she said in a soft pleading tone, " jao kha lo..per Hepatitis C ho jaye ga t mujh se diwai k apisey leney mat ana", I said sternly and stopped the car in front of the gola stall. "rehne dijeye, main tu bus asiey hi keh rahi thi", she said and I raced the car forwards without saying a word. During that journey, I heard her controlling her sobs.

That again wasn't the first time, I used to hear her do this frequently, so frequently that I had even lost the count.

Sometimes I used to question myself that why was I so heartless with her?? . She was better than me in every aspect. Looks, nature, education, everything. And I liked to ridicule her. I liked emphasizing the fact she was not as good as she appeared.

I was jealous of her.

Throughout our wedding, I heard people praising her beauty, again and again making me realize my luck to get such a pretty wife. During the photographs, I saw what a mismatch I looked standing with her, so, on my wedding night, I straightaway marked every part of her body as mine , without talking or asking her. If she looked beautiful, then it was all for me. I didn't had to ask her.

That was again not the only night, there were infinite nights like these, where she wasn't allowed to protest.

Her biggest quality, that she always wanted to save the marriage, always seemed as a joke to me.

"mujhe pata hai tum mera mazak hi urati ho gi apne ghr walon k beech main beth kar", I said after she praised me for my reserved nature. "aisa nahi hai, main tu.."

"mere liye chai le kar aao".

I never even allowed her to talk to me.

I never asked her if she ever wanted anything, it was just my mother who used to scold me for not taking care of her needs, and then I used to give her some money,

"ab tumahre dad ki tarah dhairon pasiey tu nahi hain merey pass tumhain dene k liye", I said placing two notes of thousand on her palm.

"merey liye itney hi kafi hain", she looked at me softly and I turned my eyes away.

I think somewhere she realized my complex, that is why she always u to praise me endlessly in gatherings. She had started to tone down her accessories, which I again I sensed as a mocking on me.

There was no way she could make me happy, because I never wanted to stay happy with her, but one day she managed to bring a smile on my face with her voice.

"suniye main.."

"tum se kitni baar kaha hai k office timings main phone mat kiya karo, main yahan kaam..

"main maa bane wali hon, I am pregnant",she squeaked, controlling her giggle and I felt as if it was music from heavens , "really?', I couldn't hold back the joy in my voice.

"haan, ab app ghr a jao please, main bhi hospital se abhi ghr ja rahi hon, didi, dad, sab a rahe hain,plz a jayen.."

I was quiet for some time, refusing her in this immense joy was not possible, "ok!", I held the phone and headed towards home. I couldn't believe I would be so happy hearing her voice, but never did I even think that one day, her sight could also throw me in deep borrows of sorrow.

I entered home, expecting to see her smiling as always, but saw her body wrapped in white cloth, motionless.

"accident ho gaya.."

These were the words I remember collided with my ears which I could make led to her death.

That night, entering my room, I felt like entering a prison. I remember getting irritated by all the little childish things she used to do, but now when she was not there, I started to miss everything. I couldn't sleep that night. I kept staring at her picture on the side table. I used to scold her for not placing her picture on my side table, but she never listened. May be she knew I would need it the most in loneliness.

Today, after 5 years of her death, I have become exactly what she was. No one can become like her, she was in one a million - my wife was one in a million, but still I try to copy her, to keep her alive.

I love her now, when she is dead. I know it's strange, but I couldn't love her while she was alive... because I was too busy hating her.

God bless you, I'll edit it at night - I have a lot to say ...