MG SS : A CURSE OR HIS LOVE part 5,6pg 11,13 nov 4,5 COMPLETE

LOVE , the word that itself is completed in every sense the way it expresses the feeling of a beloved the way it makes every sense every fibre of a person lived up was something that can never make anyone depressed ..the shining eyes the expectant glow that this word can make is unmeasured .. the intensity and the depth of the feelings cannot be counted..maan stayed on the grave his grave the way it was written there MAAN SINGH KHURANA ..a smirk that could make his dull life alive was there ..but it was in his hands..

"sirf sacha pyar hi tumhe hi tumhe muqt karega maan.."

In the pretext of the love it was a curse the scar on his lost self ..he was already dead and nothing can soothe his scars..

"mare hue ko maarne ki koshish bhi bekaar hai..zindagi toh usi pal kahatam ho gayi thi ji pal tumne use daga de diya ..ab uss pyar ki pavitrata ko nast kar raha hai.."

Maan took that white rose that was blossomed on chahat's grave ..this was the only balm that can sooth him burning self..the way he is doing from past hundred years .. sau saal se tarapta hua .. sau saal se sache pyar ki talassh wo talaash jo kisi bhi mod par aakar khatam nahi ho sakti...

It was four , the wee hours of the morning , the brahmamuhutra according to the hindu mythology maan knew that now nothing can harm him all the evils and the curse were there till four ..it was her and her god who was gain saving his cursed self.. the soft wind when touched his tormented self he knew that his physical wounds were nothing but the heart which was again bleeding and the amount of pain it was enduring was something that no one can even think .. the remorse of playing with her life killing her ...her words came again and again in his mind ..she was somewhere laughing at his plight ...

Saying again ..

"kaha th ana maine bhula nahi paoge mujhe maan.. zinda rehkar bhi maine tumhe pa liya aur iss zindagi ko gawane ke baad bhi main yahin hun maan.. meri yaadein , ye saansein sab kuch meri hai ... mere paas aa jao maan... mere paas aa jao.. nahi ji sakti tumhare bina .. nahi ji sakti ..."

Maan opened his eyes , she was there waiting for him , his chahat was still standing there where he had lost her .. a small smile spread on his lips .. love that he never felt will be a blessed feeling was making him so calm... his eyes for the first time in these years were droopy.. no pain no hurt that he inflicted on him could affect him but strangely something made him feel that pain..the wipped skin was burning..

He stand in the shadow of the cold water that was soothing his wound..physically he was feeling pain .. something made him feel the ache ..the soreness on his body made him act towards it.. he was a living dead body ..no ghost ..no vampire ..a man cursed for violating this pure love ... her love ..

A pure love , sacha tha uska pyar and he was the lie that was not worst for her ... if she was a flower than he was the dirt on that soft blooming flower ... but did he really think that he can be the same..no he cant be .. it was the same dirt which makes the flower bloom..

Agar mitti se wo .. wo khushbu ussi mitti se hai...

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She woke up sweating .. the words were ringing in her mind...

"sach apyar hi tumhe muqt karega"

Agar pyar sacha ho toh wo ishq ibadat ban jaata hai ..

her words were contradicting the dream.. dream that she saw he was there .. in pain tormenting himself.. but who was he .. zindagi me kuch socha tha kuch pana chahaha tha.. ek halki si jhala unn aankon ki.. par wo dard .. itna dukh inti bechaani ..

Geet looked at the time it was four in the morning and she was finding it difficult to get up..something bind her thoughts .. wo ajnabee , kya wo humsafar tha ya sif ek chalawa .. thinking to herself smiling to her thoughts geet lied down ...

Geet : shayad babaji koi ishara tha .. aap se milne ka intzaar rahega..

Shying , blushing geet hid her face in her duvet closing herself in the comfort may be he will again come in her dream.. wo khwaab ek anjaja wo apna sa laga...

Next day ...

It was the usual day for maan ... but there was a sense of comfort and a calmness spread on his face.. the eyes which were always with the lack of sleep were looking fresh the way he was composed and his self was having something that was making him look like a human..

What an irony today he was waiting for her.. there was a desperation for something.. ankhen bekaar thi uski ek jahalk ke liye.. ye jaana chahta tha wo kaun thi jisne ek nasur ko zindagi de dali.. uski saansein kise chaiye .. wo saansein jo kabki khata m ho cuki hai ...

Maan didn't know what he was waiting for the anticipation was there , the same feelings of love was there today there was no remorse .. till now he was having a guilt surfaced within him the guilt of killing his love was something that he made himself even more hard as he was made to punished .. maan was not subjected to this kind of torture but he had choose himself this..

PAST ...

Having her lifeless body in his arms his tears were dried she was drenched in blood ..to prove him that she loved him she had drank that poison and jumped off the cliff .. maan couldn't help he couldn't say anything he just didn't know how to say anything she sacrificed her life for him ..

Her love .. sirf uska pyar thaw o .. he was never and he never asked her anything she was there and he just made himself away from her .. there was no commitment from his side ... usne toh kabhi ek nazar uthkar bhi use nahi dekha tha ... pagal thi wo ..uske liye uske pyar me .. pyar ..wo ehsaas jiske wajood se bhi wo anjaan tha uss pyar ne use use cheen liya ...

She died because of him ...

He cried ..and cried ..

" meri galti thi chahat .. I was never able to understand that you were there for me.. mat jao mujhe chod kar ... bahut pyar karunga tumhe ..nahi bhool paunga tumhe ... wapas aa jao.. "

Her last smile she smiled , finally her love was being reciprocated ..uska pyar use wapas mil gaya .. wo uss andhere me bhi use dekna chahti thi ... he was going away . bahut dur jaa raha tha ...

Her breathing became faster and she asked what made him to kill herself...

"mujhe mat chodo maan.. I cant live without you ... mere paas aa jao..."

Her words made him to kiss her lips ..she took him with her ...( I know this is what romeo did ..sorry I am just fascinated for this..)

Wiping every trace of the poison the blood he closed his eyes taking her in his arms...

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So how is my dimaag ka phitoor

Maan is IMMORTAL .. koi category nahi hai iski ..normal human types just he is dead no ghost .. yar bhoot dikhte thodina hai... baki his abnormalities I am describing side by side

Bura ya acha...

This will complete in three more parts ...