I am not mine and someone calls me

Hey Mohinis and Mounians I know I will surely be beaten in your hands as I am giving you another bomb 😉while I have two stories to complete...One FF Life:Its not a Journey and SS I met a mysterious Lady...😭
But before completing them I need to research about some facts and rewrite the story again🤓. So I need time😎...Meanwhile you guys please have patient and bother my another crazy idea😈. Thanks and Love you all.🤗

"I am not mine and someone calls me'.."...pg.1
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Red is the color of what? 7^th February 2013...pg.1
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Have to go''.Have to Do!!!...pg.1
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Oh God !...pg.2
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Doctor and Princess...pg.3
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"I am his'..I offer my everything to him. I am his wife from my body, my heart, my soul."...pg.5
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"How Long?"...pg.5
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Don't go so soon!!...pg.5
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Love's Essence...pg.5
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"I am not mine and someone calls me….."

On a top of mountain under the scorching sun a young woman is standing. She is mumbling something herself while she is painting a landscape. The mountain is decayed by the environment. It neither has the height that it can claim itself as a mountain nor covers with snow and glacier. May be long time ago it was a table mountain. Because its top is quite flat just like a table .But its edges are stony and sharp and the path which leads people to its top is very stony and steeple. And here the sun is very ruthless. The rays of sun burn every living object on this hilly region. The mountain and others hilly portion of that region has the same fate. There is no sign of green and water as well. The weather of that region is very rude and ruthless to everyone.

But this woman is an exception who is now standing on the hill top. It seems the rudeness and ruthlessness of the weather is only to protect this woman's privacy and leisure. Because in such harsh condition she is still smiling and singing something…… ."Main apne pass nahin rehti aur door se koi bulata hai??" When the other people can't bear the heat and radiance of the sun the woman is enjoying the heat and radiance. She is painting a landscape where a man is sitting under a tree reading a book. And a girl is standing in front of him trying to seek his attention towards her. She designed herself in a red and golden royal lehanga – choli –dupatta. She also wore mang-teeka, taira, jhumkas, necklaces, armlets, bracelates, bangles and anklets. She stared at him with a fixed glance and her lips are pouted. Her eyes showed her shyness and her waiting while the man was still reading his books.

Besides her easel there is a little table where color tubes and bottle are kept, the bunch of different sizes and numbers paint brushes are laying. And within these stuffs there is a opened note book……..on its heading " I AM NOT MINE AND SOMEONE CALLS ME" is written.

Red is the color of what? 7^th February 2013

What a crap??? When I am writing my diary this rose day and its craziness made sick. I can't understand why people shows so much craziness for some particular days only e.g. Rose Day, Chocolate Day, Valentine's Day……..etc. If you love someone and respect someone forever and want that person in your life forever you should love her/him every day. And the true love doesn't need any kind of acknowledgement and public display of affection. Your love, your affection, your care and your respect automatically reach to him/her with your one smile or one glance. For true lovers each day is a celebration day. They stand and support each other in every good and bad moments of life. Their understanding leads their life happy and prosperous. This kind of celebration days are created only for those MNCs who produce the stuffs related to these days. And they promote these days like hell.

This year at least I am spared from this madness though I have received another text from Sheena ….

Don't know from where she and her other gang members get time to make people like me crazy. Disgusting……. Rose is red

Wine is red….

My lips are red…sweetheart…..

Just waiting to become red (myself) in your heart.

Hey Doc…..you are cardio surgeon …..don't you know the heart and blood and blood vessels are red too……..

The same provocative messages from Sheena . I far away from London but still she sends me these kind of messages after knowing that fact I am not interested in her. And what a language?? Rose is red and so are her lips and blood and blood vessels??I am confused…….what does she want to tell?? Red is color of what??? Rose or blood??

Wow new ff superb. Lovd the begning.
Sheena loves doc but he doesn't.
Pics bi dena

one more amazing
do pm me wen you update

Wow rimi!!🤗

Have to go…….Have to Do!!!

"Listen I have to go to city…….I have to complete my studies as soon as possible." He replied.

"And then." She asked sadly. Her tiny eyes widened and filled with tears…….

"Then after my exam I will go to abroad to study more" He replied back proudly.

"Then" Her voice was almost struck by crying and her eyes were flowing with warm salty water drops.

"Then I will marry a foreigner and ……."He stopped and noticed her…..She was wiping her mouth with her golden red dupatta so that her crying could be hidden. Her eye were red and still flowing and smudging her kajal on her face. He walked towards her slowly and gently cupped her face in his palms. Then he brought out a white handkerchief and wiped off her tears and kajal from her face. He also noticed her restlessness and pain of the separation. He too felt the same. He hugged her tightly and assured her " But before that I will come here to ask Raja Sahab for your hands you crazy girl….otherwise how can I get married??"

She looked at her and he grinned. She punched on his chest and frowned at him. His smile widened and his eyes were sparkling with his mischief. She yelled " Well then I won't marry you"…..and walked away …..From her behind he shouted " Oh yes…You surely will…..cause You love me…..But I love you the most. If you will reject me I will be bachelor forever. Untill you will say YES"……

She turned back and mocked him" Sure…….I love you the most. And you have to go…..then go. I have to do many things. And if that will ever happen…..if I will not have you in my life I will end this life. At once…believe me I can do this . I have to do this''……

"I have to do this …..I have to do this ……I Have To Do This"….everything becomes fade and blur. Her eyesight is totally black now and her head is aching badly. She pushes her forehead with all her strength to get a relief from her pain. But her pain increases and finally she faints…………

Oh God !

"The view from this mountain top is wonderful. Though this place has no sign of greens and water still it attracts me a lot. First time in my life I start liking this kind of dessert place. The heat and radiance of the sun is unbearable but still it can charm the beauty lovers. May be within the roughness of nature tenderness is hidden."

"Help……H E L P"….this is very unexpected in this silent hilly top and brings him from his thought. He starts running to follow the source of the sound and reaches at the other end of that mountain. He surprises a little because that area is cleaned . And he also finds some resting cottage made by woods and leaves. And there is also a giant rock which gives a shade to that place where people may take rest under that shade. He walks towards that shade and sees 2 middle age woman are behaving like crazy and continuous shouting for help. He assumes that they are not country people by their dress though their language has the dialect and colloquial. He advances to them and sees a beautiful young woman is lying on the sands. Her face is covered with her hair and in front of her there is an easel where a canvas is pinned. Besides the easel there is a little table where various paints and paint brushes are kept. But he doesn't notice that . He concentrates on the silver bowl which is filled with water. May be that is being used to washes the unnecessary paints from paint brushes. He asks them about the matter while he takes that bowl in his one hand……then he kneels down beside her and pours the water in his another hand and sprinkles that colorful water on her face.

"Oh God" a middle aged woman yells……"What have you done?"

"I am a doctor. And I need to sprinkle some water on her face ….and so I have done. Why are you shouting??" He asks disgustingly while he grabs her left hand and feels her radial artery's pulse on his finger- tips.

Another woman whispers at that woman" Jaya …….agar Baby jag ke dekhi ki rangwala pani unke muh pe mara gaya hai……."

"Woh humari jaan yehi khatam kar degi…….sirf uski gussebhari ankhon se Vijaya…." Jaya sighs thinking about her and Vijaya's fate.

And soon their Baby opens her eyes and awakes in her consciousness ……She tries to remember what was happen to her and place her right hand on her forehead. The colorful water drops are still falling from her forehead, her cheeks . She touches them and notices and utters "Oh God!! "

i read it first when u updated .. god i am loving this short yet compact updates..
well i think the best concept till now and best presentation of your..i am visualizing everything in front of my eyes
i think this baby is very moody..i am imagining my proud princess here
two contrary scenes ..surely has some connection
ud soon