MG OS: loving you april 7

Love is indeed a four letter word that connects us yes she loved him and even he , there was a bliss in their relationship an unknown bond that bind them though they were just the strangers to each other the mere acquaintance but he didn't let her move out of her life she was and will always remain his that he will make sure..
but life doesn't make us have what we want maan saw her last time that day like always they smiled to each other after that she just eloped he was going to confess his love..

It was a bright Sunday morning maan was sleeping on his cozy bed his eyes were closed his lips having a sweet smile.. he was no doubt dreaming of her his angel.. the sweet song… he had heard her voice once… the melody that went melted into not only in his ears but his life and soul.. she was there in front of him.. her milky white skin..the way she covered her hair with the white satin soft dupatta with golden embroidery ..her lips purred into a soft smile..her hands were having a small bag that he saw that she was carrying always… like something most important was there…

Two teasing hair flicks always teasing her and she with an enchanting sweet smile always concentrate on her way…

Maan got up with the cold splash of water ..again her in his dream… he will definitely go insane with her thought .. dreaming of her… she was a khwab and he will make her his khwab that he was determined the day he saw her near the dargah…

The place where serene and tranquil was spread and she indeed always makes it divine with her presence…

uski ek jhalak dil ka ek sukoon hai…

maan thought for a second..she will come today also … he looked the person who was his dream spoiler … his good for nothing best friend … was standing with an empty bucket and another filled one ready for his devil act gain of spilling water again….

The next second maan would be full bathed again but he quickly dodged and again the bucket was empty but on the bed… and maan was in washroom taking shower ready to see her one glimpse…

He was just twenty and she may be seventeen or eighteen when he saw her and today will be completing six months of seeing her chupke chupke without fail …

Yes without fail may be it was the starting of unspoken love that he was having deep buried for her but she ..was she ready for being in his life… was she ready he will just take the first step towards her..he will just ask her if she could trust him with some of her heart… he will just need her presence that he can sherish whole life and her supplement that was all he needed… getting ready in his stark white shirt and blue denims he was ready to meet her …

Thirty minutes passed.. sixty minutes passed minutes changed into hours ..and hours into days ..he didn't find her she was lost..she went away… nothing was known about her ..he just knew her his KHWAB and he unknowingly lost his one and only dream..

Masses went..the guys and girls looked at him still standing after two years yearning for her one glimpse …

Tarasti aankhon ka sukoon thi wo.. jalte hue dil ki panaah thi woh…

he listened to one of the fakir baba saying… he knew that he will meet her one day ..but how and when that no one knows may be his allah wont know but the loving heart that allah gave him knew that the yearning is going to be end…

Months went and it changed into years whole two year he just craved for her one glimpse though they never talked no one can believe that the hot and happening maan khurana was not able to confess his lady love well that was not believable the handsome hunk for whom the girls swoon over was not able to express his love …. Love was not any word for any phrase for him..it was the IBAADAT that was done by him.it was the pure divine , heavenly and marvelous feeling that he wanted to feel with her..without her his love was incomplete…

Though he was MAAN SINGH KHURANA now but the maan whom she found was still waiting for her ..the maan whom she found the day she first came to the dargah was still in the long lost wait for his love… for her..for geet…

maan looked at the only photograph or say a simple pencil sketch that he had in his mind that he made by himself maan lovingly caressed the face he didnt knew what made him to get lost in her that he couldnt get over her … the perfect face..the glow in her eyes… the shine that always makes him lost and the shyness that she carries with her….

Zindagi se tujhe chaha tha zindagi banana ke liye…

Khwabon me tujhe paya tha apna banana ke liye…

well when the feelings are much stronger than they cant be hidden
it was chilly winter in the cold valleys of kashmir maan was there for a business meet well he have to go when he couldn't deny it was or the construction of a blind school .. who knew why he came there or what will he get here..she will be here for him or he will just get her here.. may be the long lost love will complete here …

he was looking at the deep five inch snow that was covering the place like a thick blanket everything was romantic how he wished that she would be with him today then may be he would also be loving her just like he once dreamt just like he wanted but indeed not of all our wishes and desires come true they are just meant to be waken up to get lost in the deep recesses of the broken heart yah his heart was feeling pain that he never wanted to have but that was written in his destiny ..

his fate was written ill..that he found her gone before he could have expressed himself… the love that he would have bestowed on her was now buried deep inside aching for her once glimpse ….. the pain of loosing her is making him loose himself…

he was going in the cold and stormy night …freezing winds were blowing ..life was not possible there but who knew he will find her there…

he was lost… dark night howling sounds..may be any wild animal was there waiting for him..or may be any more steps in this cold weather and he will be found dead ..

but who to blame he had lost his way… he was about to move ahead when a soft cold hand touched his wrist… he was about to say something when everything goes black..nothing was known everything was bleak….

The cold shivery winds made him to open his eyes.. there was strong smell of something someone he knew..a white and red dupatta hanging… the small room was there filled with all the necessities… the bowl placed having half taken soup from it…

He looked around and found her sitting in the lounge … she was humming a sweet song… her voice matched her …

He was about to take a step forward when her melody filled his ears…

" aap uth gaye… jungle main akele nahi jaana chahiye..wo jungle main jaana theek nahi hai…"

As soon as he heard her he knew it was her.. uski geet..she turned and slowly came towards her..she was still same..angelic glow on her face… the light that he wanted was there that was actually her aura the smoothness of her skin he felt when she touched him…

" aapka bukaar ab kam hai..rukiye hum kuch lekar aate hain."

As she was about to go he came infront of her and she lost her balance… she was about to fall when his strong arms caught her…

" shukriya"

it was six in the evening when he was going back to his cottage strangely he wanted to stay here the place was kind of relaxing for him he didnt knew that the place was making him realize that she was near him that his heart had certainly recognized but poor brain didnt even had the knowledge what was the charm of the place that was her ..her life …

but the aloofness that he was feeling know was something cant be explained….

She was about to come when he stopped her..

" gir jaogi geet"

She chuckled and smiled… he was concerned about her when all left her ..her relatives left her after she lost her parents and her vision…

Aadat ho gayi hai aap chinta mat kijiye… hum aate hai aapke saath…

He gazed at her for a second…

AAPNI ZINDAGI KA HISSA BANAONI MUJHE… TUMHARE LIYE TUMAHARE SAATH YE ZINDAGI HASEEN HOGI… MERI BANOGI GEET…

Tears were having a strong impact on her….

She knew he was crying she knew he loved her she felt him she knew it was him….

Par hum toh…

Before she could complete…

Aaj se zindagi ki har subah tumhare saath hogi aur zingadi ki har sham tumhare liye hogi….

He scooped her in his arms taking her to the fantasy that he created just for them..their love …

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