Wish we had never met!!!
Previously-Pierre searched anxiously around the room until he noticed blood drops guiding him towards a crumpled wedding invitation. In a matter of few minutes, as the girls looked on, Pierre swiftly stumbled out of the door in the hope he would see Geet waiting for him at the subway.
Pierre pushed himself towards the ticket counter, resulting in him to fall on his face. With blood dripping from his face Pierre mustered the courage to stand up once again. Time was soon running out and he had no idea where Geet was heading to. In desperation, he anxiously paced towards a ticketing machine. The sudden appearance of multiple screens intensified the fear, causing him to empty his pockets rapidly as he searched for his credit card. The sudden silence was deafening, Pierre manically searched his pockets, flinging all the contents of his pocket across the floor, causing the items to puddle him. There was a sudden drop, Pierre dropped on the floor to search for his wallet but he couldn't find it. Unbeknownst to him, his wallet brought joy to the nearby standing thief.
On the other hand Geet slowly walked across the platform and with a sigh she dumped her belongings onto the bench. Slumping slowly onto the floor Geet let out a silent groan as she felt her heart piercing in a million pieces. In a slow movement, she slowly began to rock against her body weight causing her tears to fall slowly down her face. Her mind was going crazy because all she could see was Pierre but reality never left as she was constantly reminded of how she left her happiness behind.
Whilst she poured out her anguish, strange eyes looked at her in amusement. Slowly she looked upto gasp a breath of fresh air but she was faced with a small crowd of nosey bystanders forming a circle around her, the situation was made even worse when some of the strangers commenced in maligning her character. Unable to take it anymore, Geet tugged Pierre's jumper close to her chest and hurried towards the end of the platform.
On other hand Pierre's frustration was gradually building up and with every minute his aggression reached new bounds, however this was soon stopped as the two men all of a sudden grasped his hands. In the following moments, the men strengthened their grip by pushing him against a wall; this inevitably caused his body to tremble because the pierce vibration traveled throughout his body. The sudden rush of pain made Pierre flinch and gradually his hope started to deteriorate. Forming a linear arrangement both of the guards dragged and pushed a tied Pierre among a bustling crowd of customers. In a fit of rage, Pierre punched one of the guards to release himself from the deepening sensation developing across his wrist. After a few moments, guilt finally took over his body and the dejected lover glanced apologetically as guards and he felt disgusted at his action. He was losing his humanity, he was never like this; he had never hurt a fly before let alone assault some. Looking up slowly, Pierre tried to face the outraged guards, but his attempts soon were futile as a sharp blow made contact with his jaw and nose.
A loud station was now completely silent as the uproar gathered a huge group of people bystanders to focus on the incident with a particular interest. This attention was not pleasantly received, as they continued to move through the crowds in the most disturbing bloody fashion. At the same moment, on the upper platform Geet peered over to the lower platform to reduce any unnecessary attention away from her. Drawing in a long deep breath after a long time, she picked up Pierre's picture and clenched it to her chest. Never before had she felt like this, her heart was tearing up from inside and she was losing the ability to think rationally therefore it was the ideal moment for her body to lose itself to its nearing drowsiness condition, however this was interrupted by a tingling sensation forming across her stomach.
Her mind was utterly confused until she was pushed firmly across the edge of gold sparkly balcony. The slow movement of their bodies aligning was accompanied by a pair of secure hands rising towards her chest enclosing her in a tight embrace. Minutes passed and the tight embrace was followed by a slow repeated cycle of kisses, of which he scattered all over her neck and cheeks, nevertheless this moment became more blissful when he twisted her around to hold her tightly into his arms. Finally snapping out of her dreams, Geet looked ahead to see a Pierre who had an affectionate grin displayed across his face. Stretching her arms, she held her partners hands and locked their fingers together, so she could feel his presence and his warmth in her life, at the same time, it also seemed that this moment heightened her anguish to the extent a stream of silent sobs flowed down her pale face. Eventually, Pierre tipped Geet's heads up and kissed her on her forehead, and then the united lovers smoothly glided like two picturesque butterflies across the patterned floor.
At last, everything seemed to weave into magical fairy tale but the truth seemed really bitter. In the rushed station, several bystanders hurdled around a lone girl swaying in a circle; many of them snickered at Geet's prejudged insanity. A melodious tune hummed around Geet as she twirled with Pierre's jumper in her hands, their hands locked as he spun her across the platform. Laughter erupted all around the crowd, as she laughed in the joy of being close to her partner once again; the feeling of happiness was just spreading through the train station. Building up to the perfect moment, he brought his body closer to hers; she caressed his neck as he pulled her up so there lips were finally aligned. Reeling herself in, Geet felt Pierre's hot breath brushing against her neck, sensing the moment Geet leaned in and kissed him, likewise Pierre reciprocated the passion by swinging her around in a circle whilst passionately caressing her tightly.
In the midst of the happy moment, a young man walked through the crowds unaware of the approaching incident. Pacing himself through the haste, the stranger plugged in his headphones to eliminate the noise and unwanted distractions, looking him down, he pushed himself to walk quicker otherwise he would miss the engagement of his best friend. However his movement was suddenly halted when he pushed past a young woman holding a jumper, with a quizzing look, he moved ahead to catch his train. The effect of the push caused Geet to finally slip out of her trance, she looked up to see Pierre had vanished; his rugged body was replaced by a scented wool jumper. Tugging the jumper, close to her heart, she glanced at the jumper while her tears rolled down her face yet her emotions were heightened when she looked up and saw a huge group of people looking at her sympathetically. After a few glances, the panic caused Geet to rush towards the balcony, illustrating the commotion was over. Rushing images ran through her head as she closed her eyes, breathing in and out she wiped her tears with determination as the local announcement called train passengers to board their scheduled train. With a heavy heart, Geet threw all of her belongings into her bag as quick as she could but she was disturbed by a loud vibration coming from her bag, by now she was growing more agitated because she did not want any contact with her present life. Taking a deep breath, Geet placed the jumper on the balcony whilst she searched for her phone; her mind was going crazy because the ringing wouldn't stop and every time the phone vibrated she felt like her brain was being physically assaulted with a hammer. Unfortunately for Geet, the matter grew worse because whilst she rejected the phone call her hand accidentally brushed the jumper off the balcony; with her mouth wide open Geet watched as the jumper fell.
As soon as she realised what happened, her body shook with panic, because firstly her pain was growing and she was becoming more desperate as her journey continued. Sometimes letting go in this situation would be perfect but the possession of this jumper was necessary, therefore she grabbed her belongings and ran for the stairs.
On the other hand, Pierre walked compliantly with guards but then all of sudden all he could see was eternal blackness. All of sudden he could smell a fragrance which was familiar to him, he removed the object from his face in a hurry to realise it was his emerald green jumper that he had been wearing yesterday. Oblivious to the expressions on the guards face, tears rolled down Pierre's face as she searched maniacally around him to notice Geet running down the stairs. Words cannot describe the moment when he saw her again, it was like he was falling in love again, yet it felt like he didn't know the girl who was running towards him because her face seemed so pale and her eyes looked really sore. Full of excitement, he moved towards her to be stopped by a burn occurring on his wrist; even though the pain was physically causing him to flinch, he calmly looked back to see the guards clutching his arms with a serious expressions on their face, however this did not stop him from seizing the opportunity to reach Geet. Out of the blue, Pierre kicked the guards whilst shouting out Geet's name.
Smiling happily, Geet looked onto see Pierre standing in close proximity to her but she glanced at what she saw in front of her in horror, the love of her life had been in trouble with the law for the first time, she was causing so much negativity in his life and she just couldn't do that to him anymore; he deserved better, much better. Despite her heart longing for him, she gazed at him once before turning her back towards him. Holding onto the thought they belong together, Pierre walked towards her, when all of a sudden he felt a sharp blow on his face, the guards had regained composure and where standing above him. Feeling worried, Geet ran up the stairs to see Pierre being dragged down by the guards; and at that particular moment their eyes locked for what seemed the last time. Quickly, Pierre noticed that the guards had placed themselves in a position, in where they were unable to cause him further harm; therefore he pushed the guards, removing himself from their clutches and sprinted towards Geet.
While it seemed like Geet's heart was urging her to stay, her mind was telling her staying away was the best option and with this in mind Geet turned her back towards Pierre and rushed towards the upper platform. As soon as Pierre running away, his heart shattered into small pieces, he simply could not understand why she was punishing herself, but he was certain about one thing, he did not want to lose her.
"Geet please stop! I have something to say to you, please listen and if your mind has not changed after this, I promise to never both you again" a hopeless Pierre shouted.
Feeling helpless, Geet looked back although she was sure that she did not deserve a place in Pierre's life anymore. The announcement echoed through the station for the last time, hearing this Geet hurried towards the platform despite the pain flinching swelling on her legs was indicating to her to slow down. Holding onto her leg, Geet pushed past the bustling crowd, she quickly placed her hands on the cold, metal pole, but as she was about to step onto the train she was pulled back by a powerful tug.
Quickly, she looked up to see a visibly distraught Pierre standing infront of her. The man she was once knew had disappeared, this man had: puffy, dark eyes; ghostly white face and scattered purple bruising all over his body. While he held onto her tightly, her hate towards herself grew considerably because the reflection of her boyfriend being tortured was visible to her, yet he stood infront of her with a huge grin across his face. Moments later, her body fell onto the floor with a loud thud, her mind was losing control because every time he smiled, she wanted her to inflict pain upon herself. Looking on, Pierre knelt down to console Geet; he gently raised her head hoping she would be see the happiness she provided him; instead she was glaring at him repulsively. Pierre, crept closely towards her, unlike his optimism, Geet forcefully pushed him, away from herself.
Shaking uncontrollably, Geet walked away from Pierre but then she stopped herself. Perhaps, this was the ideal moment to diminish the connection between them. Slowly, Pierre held out his hand for Geet to hold onto but she sadly pushed away. Staring fiercely into his eyes, Geet forced herself to repel him,
"I wish there was another way to say this, but the last time I checked, there wasn't. When I first saw you, my heart skipped a beat, I felt like butterflies were running throughout my stomach. When you touched me for the first time, I felt your hand lingering on my face, arm and back for days. Our first kiss, it was so magical, when our lips touched it felt like our souls connected. The day you said I LOVE YOU was so special, I was on cloud nine all day. My thoughts, kept returning to that moment throughout the day, I can't seem to explain how happy and excited how I was, but if I had to, it was like my heart was bursting with joy. Every day, you are with me seems like a dream and when I remember that we have to part, my heart breaks all over again." Geet sniffled, whilst compelling herself to avoid eye contact.
"Then why are you leaving? Can you not see how happy I am? I remember, when I first saw you, I stopped breathing. My mind was going crazy because I knew I had to talk to you but I could not muster the courage to approach you. Thank goodness, we eventually made mutual friends; otherwise we would never have met. Sometimes, you don't understand what you mean to me, when you agreed to the date, I felt like I was the luckiest guy alive. You have become a habit, so the thought of you not being with me tears my heart into a million pieces. I love you!!!"
"Do not say you love me, I hate the phrase or the emotions attached to it. As we stand at this station, you assume that I look at you lovingly but I have nothing but hatred filled in heart. While you live in a fictional land, I stand in front you facing reality; it hurts me when I see you because all I want to do is, inflict pain upon myself. My presence around you, is just killing me because every moment you are in front of me I am reminded of how I am dying from inside. Imagine a human that lives their life like a corpse, unable to breathe; scared all the time and engulfed in hatred, wouldn't you advise them to leave before it gets too dangerous. Moreover most people would be crying with joy if they found a partner like you but I am cursing the day we met. You once touched my soul but what did I do instead, I filled your life with eternal blackness and I cannot do that to you anymore. I've never been good enough for anyone to stay. I should be fair to you and let you move.
Pierre stunned in silence as Geet's words echoed his ears. A few moments later, he gripped her arms and pulled her close into his chest.
"Tell me what I have done, how can I make it better!"
"My life is a joke, have you not seen the pain I cause to everyone, before I met you, I was supposed to be marrying my best friend but I enabled him to detest me as well; he ran away on our wedding night; I was left their stranded on the aisle. I look back the moment and I thank god that he ran because then I wouldn't have experienced true love. You taught me how to love unconditionally, with no expectation. I love you, more than you can imagine, the funny thing is that I was so serious about you I had begun to imagine our life as partners. In my dream I saw us owning a tiny little cottage, with our children around us, we looked blissfully happy and the tragic thing is that picture is breaking into a million pieces.
We started this journey together but it's time to let go."
The train station had become engulfed in silence; many eyes were now focused keenly on Pierre and Geet. Oblivious to his surroundings Pierre broke down with the guards looking at him from afar. With the announcement being declared for the last time, both lovers embraced each other in a tight hug. It was time to let go, but Pierre could not muster the courage to depart from her, he released her from the hug and looked at her for the last time. Perhaps it was not the correct time for him to show an act of intimacy but he had to try to stop her, with this thought in his mind Pierre passionately kissed Geet. Sometimes individuals can be swept away in their emotions, this is the particular feeling Geet was experiencing because she was passionately reciprocating the kiss.
As the couple enjoyed the magical moment, Pierre accidentally gripped Geet closer towards his chest. All of a sudden, her eyes were awake and she fell out of the trance, with all her of the force she could muster, Geet pushed Pierre far away from her. Moving backwards, she picked her belongings and ran for the train. Panicking greatly, he ran behind her and knelt down on his knees, due to this Geet was stopped midway.
"Why are you leaving me, what have I done? I love you, is that not enough?"
"Sorry I have to go, I can't do this anymore."
"Please, don't do this to me."
"It's over!"
"Please come back, come back comeback..."
With that said, Geet brushed past a wrecked Pierre. The image of him weeping uncontrollably tugged at her, but she knew that she had to go otherwise she would destroy both of their eyes. Luckily, the train began to move, thus allowing Geet to curl into a ball and sob loudly. In contrast, the movement of the train caused Pierre to run behind the train hysterically, however his attempt soon reached a dead end. Despite the pain both of the lovers were experiencing one would hope, that tomorrow would bring forth a brighter future.
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Indian Mythology
Chakravarti Samrat Prithviraj Chauhan
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