(part in purple is imaginattion )
INTRO PART
At Present:
18th September,2011..Sunday Night!!!
(gunjan always wearz skirtz lyk second mjht season)
Gunjan was doing office work sitting on her study table at one corner of the room. She finished the work..and wearz out the spectacles and rested head at back seat.
GUNJAN:rythm home work ho gya ?
(rythm usualy wearz printed t shirt with jeans or trouserz)
A seven yearz old kid sitting on bed placed at gunjan s back ,scattering the whole bag on bedsheet writing in notebook.
RYTHM:mom just two minz..
GUNJAN:bus ise lea kehti hon k phely homework kar liya karo fir kehla karo..
RYTHM: Mom kal sey phely homework karon ga i promise...
She just noded in sleep..
GUNJAN:hmm..
He kissed her forehead..then he kissed her closed eyes.she clutched the coller of his shirt. Her heart beat raised..she could feel his hot breaths on her lips..and he leans down to capture her treambling lips..
She wake up with jerk...she was sweating...she turned and scanned the whole room. No one was there... She was dreaming of him.. She held her head in wrists and rubbed to ease the pain. She wiped an escaping tear.
Tumhari yaad..tumhara kareeb ana..tumhara chona...sab wesa he hai..aj bhe lagta hai yahen khaein bohat kareb ho tum..tmhara ehsas...sach he tou kha tha tum ney..
"Jo mera nai hota..usey mein kise aur ka honey nai deta"..she felt lyk someone whisperz in her earz...
She heard the door opened and find rythm coming with two glases of milk.
GUNJAN:rythm..tm kuin laye mein ley ati na ?
RYTHM:mom kiya huwa mein ley aya.. Ap thak jati ho na sara din work kar k... Dont wory jab mein thoda sa aur bada ho jaon ga na..to phr apko yeh hardwork ni karna padey ga.
He said giving gunjan the glass...leaving a staring thoughtful gunjan. wil it be possible ? A wish. A hope.. She rejected it as she had lost trusting anyone more.. And it doesnt make diferece he is her own son... He was too her own husband..but what happened? Nothing. She sighed..
RYTHM:mum kidhar ghum ho gae ? Chalo na peo milk...
Gunjan smiled as he flicked her nose..and drank it.. Rythm too drank it while sting on table in front of her.
GUNJAN:thank you rythm!
RYTHM:my pleasure mum!
Gunjan smiled and takes glass from him..
GUNJAN:chalo brush karo aur bed pe leto. Its late now.
RYTHM:okay ap bhe ao fir jaldi sey..
GUNJAN:ok..
Later gunjan after changing lyed next to rythm...and creased his hairz..he was sleeping peaceuly huging a frame. Gunjan takes it..and with teary eyes stared at it.. The only Pic of him with her which she have from past eight yearz..it was usual of her to spent the night in memory of him sleeplesly since last eight yearz...
Kuin chod diya Mujhey Samrat !!!!
She was quite near him..her arms around his neck...so close to eachother...that air could hardly pass through them...her fragrance..her musical voice... Samrat..!!
"Sir...Sir..!!
The male voice brought him to awake from his dream..
"Sir plane land kar gya hai...Welcom to Swizertland..!
(samrat always dressed lyk amir khan in gajni)
The guy in a business classy suit..blue half sleves shirt with black blazzer.., noded..and picks up his spectacles..and put his dairy and other stuf in bag and left silently the business class of plane...
Tum..tmhara ehsas...tmhari kushbu...tmhari yaad...sab wesa he aj bhe...jo mjhy andar tak bechain kar deta..tmhari chaht ko aur zyada kar deta...kuin aesa lagta hai k aj bhe hum kareb he hain aik dosrey k...jesey khabi aye the.
his asistants along him make a way to mercedes for him..and he left alone..
Kuin chod k chali gae Chashmish!!!
He tuned the fm. While driving on the deserted dim lighted roads..
Na janey kab sey.
Umeedien kuch baqi hain.
Mjhy phr bhe teri yaad kuin ati hai.
Na janey kab sey.
(gunjan stares at the pic...and memory start revolving lyk a film...his smile..his charm...his eyes...his soft cheeks...his hot breaths...gunjan get up with jerk )
Dur jitna bhe tm mjsey.
Pa$s merey tm.
Ab to adat si hai mjhko asey jeney mein.
Zindage sy koe shkwa bhe ni hai
Ab to zinda hon is nely asman mein.
(he stopped the car near the sea shore.. He came out. He stared the sea blankly... As he closed eyes..he feels her very close...her hairz hiding her face...her shy lowerd eyes...her blushing cheeks...her shivering lips...he blinks his eyes)
Chaht asi hai teri bharti jaye.
Ahat asi hai teri mjko sataye.
Yaadein gehri hain itni dil doob jaye
Aur ankho mein yeh ghum num ban jaye
(gunjan wiped tearz as standing in balcony seeing the moon..
I love u...
Samrat wiped an escaping tear and then gave a flying kiss..
I love u...
As the wind blows..she touched her cheeks and felt a shiver passed in her body.)
Ab to Adat si hai asey Jeney k
Bhula do Yaadein
Mita do yaadein
(samrat drives to a flat...and as switched on lamp in bedroom. It pierced his eyes..he put of it again..gunjan sat on a chair huging his pic...samrat throw himself on couch and takes out her pic from wallet...)
Ab to adat hai asey he jeney k...
(rythm wakes up and saw gunjan. He takes a shawl and covered gunjan with it..and kised her forehead...gud n8 mom..i love you..rythm wiped her dry tearz and saw pic. He kissed Samrat s pic.. Gud n8 Dad. I love u too...he went to his place to sleep)
Gunjan slept on chair peacfuly while Samrat slept on couch.. Rythm slept on bed.
Dreams are the Place where they were together...
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thanks
MARIE😉
Edited by mars14 - 14 years ago
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