Arshi FF: The Broken Hearts#2 NEW LINK ADDED pg 153

After writing her class test Khushi walked back briskly from her college. It was a chilly January afternoon with Sun showing no signs of coming out of the thick blanket of dark clouds. She had to go home quickly so that she could prepare well for the next test. With every step that she was taking she hoped that it wouldn't rain..but it did. And it was not a drizzle but heavy rain. If that wasn't bad enough then to add to her misery she wasn't carrying an umbrella. And why should she be carrying one, when she left the house, the sky was absolutely clear with bright sunshine. Khushi ran to roadside tea stall to take shelter. She rubbed her cold hands, rains were good but not in this season when one would crave for warm and pleasant days. Winter in Delhi was at it is horrible and then to make it worse this sudden unexpected downpour!
Standing in the corner Khushi was busy cribbing when she two teenagers crossing the road. The boy took out his jacket and wrapped around the girl...long back her Arnav ji had done the same. She smiled remembering that day. He was always a very caring and considerate person...could never see her in distress .. always there to protect her . The thought of him and his love, warned her heart. How much she missed him only she knew. She wished he could come to Delhi for a day or two that would perhaps give her the strength to deal with this separation. But she knew her wish wouldn't get fulfilled ...he was too busy to come and visit her. These days he barely got the time to reply to her messages, she'd consider herself lucky if he spent more than ten minutes on the phone.
Khushi attempted not to think about him and averted her gaze. She saw a very old couple probably in their late seventies walking towards the stall. The wife tightly held her husband's arm as she slowly walked taking his support and the husband held the umbrella for both of them. The umbrella wasn't big enough to cover them as a result both of them were getting slightly wet till they reached the stall. After sitting on the bench, the wife ordered a plate of jalebis and the couple quietly ate from the same plate.
Arnav had also fed her a piece of jalebi and she had thought that it was an extremely sweet and loving gesture on his part. But the scene that she was witnessing was far more loving and endearing.
In her eyes this was true and timeless love. where the couple walked hand in hand so that they could together face life and it's challenges...where they found bliss in the smallest and simplest of things...where with age their love grew only stronger .
She wished she could also have Arnav's love and companionship for a lifetime.

No matter the age grows

No matter the skin shrinks

I find your love still young

I find your soul still tender