Note - this is written by 2 half by AryaDrayCoByrne and me ...thank a lot Arya helping me ...🤗
here is link of her ff...
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she is awesome writer ...she don't write on special shows but by choosing different actors from different shows...you will like so try it...👍🏼
part 1
geet enters the library which is very near to her home...she has been coming to this library since she was child...her father being a teacher was very found of this library... On every Sunday they would spend some time here in this very library... even if she is free at home her father will send her to library to read some meaning full books... he don't want her to waste her time by playing with the children from their street ...maybe this is the reason she doesn't have any friend ...now books of the library have become her friends ... "I am now get addicted to these books"though geet as she look at the ranks in the library ...
This library is very old and famous... if you like to read old historical books then is the best place ... the library is very big and the last section of this library is filled with old books... geet have never been in this section ...
she love reading love stories and when ever she take a look toward this old section ...she feels a pull but every time she stop herself thinking she will not like old stuff ...it will be boring for her... As the days are passing this pull is just increasing...now she have decided today she will read book from this section only...with that thought geet move towards the old section...
The old section of library look dustier than Geet have remembered it... But still those miles of shelves felt like a safe heaven... She could not understand why she is feeling odd... she have this innate feeling that something is off and she don't why she feeling like this ..."you are coming to this section for first time geet may be that why you are feeling odd "thought geet ...she try to point the reason...but still the feeling is their and she just could not shrug it off.
As not many people are fond of old stuff ... she is alone... she walked down the aisle running her hands over the many books adorning the shelves of the library... the care takers of library never give it modern look... as they feel it will destroy the environment need for these book ... so book shelves are designed with flowers and patterns and it look so beautiful ...
old man who is one of the librarian of this famous library used to tell her that the old section is house of knowledge and thousand tales ... "Somewhere among them i may be able to find the tale which is pulling me"thought geet as she remember the old man's words ..." i will definitely find the book which is pulling me with unnatural force" thought geet as she walk looking for the book...
As she continue to walk she felt a cold wind snake around her legs... she shivered stepping back in fear... because of fear she is going fall back as she try to spot herself ...this action cause her to pull a book, which is situated in middle of many books, as a result she'd caused the entire collection (of books on that particular shelf) to rain down on her... One by one they fell down in a crescendo of loud thuds... Geet raise her arms above herself to protect her head... she shut her eyes...
Luckily, none of the books fell on her... However when she opened her eyes and looked down... she saw them all lying around her feet... Scared about whether she would get caught or not, as undoubtedly someone must have heard the noise... she crouched down and began to put the books back on the shelf... With a thumping heart she place each book back in its position on the shelf...
When she had finally finished putting the last one back she let out a deep breath... A breath that she have not realized that she have been holding all this time... She placed her forehead against the wooden shelf and sighed..."this is definitely not something i have expected "thought geet taking deep breath as she clam herself...
"Get a grip geet" She thought... library look silent once again...geet look left and right... she slowly figured that no one is going to come if they have not arrived yet... Geet breathed a sigh of relief and turned around. ...As she did ..she felt something hard under her foot ... another book... This is a small book... Old with a weathered cover and loose binding ... something about it magnetically drew her in... She slowly crouched down and picked it up...
As she held the book ... she felt a strange kind of clameness in her heart as she held it...she turn it around and look at its cover "TERE LIYEE" is written on it ... as the book is very old...title is faded but she can still read it as if she always know what would be the title ... she open the book at the back side of front cover of the book one line written... it is a faded yet beautiful and cursive handwriting...
Geet read the words out aloud, "Is janam may na shii per aglee her janam main tum sirf or sirf mere hoo".
This line touch a chord in Geet's heart unlike any other... the sheer impact of line forced her to sit down on floor itself... "This line sounds familiar but why? Why these words seem to hold some meaning"thought geet as she once again read the line "Is janam may na shii per aglee her janam main tum sirf or sirf mere hoo"... it making her heart ache while the fuzziness of her mind would not let her clearly figure out how this can have any impact on her... with shaking hands she turns the page to read...
She wanted to read this book that despite its underlying strangeness it feel so familiar to her... Geet looked at the words that began at the bottom of the page... It read:
Everybody wants that special someone to come for them...even I did and he came in with all his splendor... When I saw him across from the hall that night, the night we'd first met, I'd never realized how empty I had been without him and how much I did not want to be without him...
"it look like someone diary"thought geet after reading first 2 line... "many stories in books start in the same manner geet"said geet to herself as she shake her head at her on stupidness... Geet's eyes scrolled across the words faster and faster as she took in the story... The words began to leap off the page and take a voice of its own as the pages turned... Geet took in every word like a traveler who had not realized how thirsty they had become... Her eyes began to redden and fill with tears as she read the tale of the two lovers destined to be together though evil forces had other plans...
As she read through the misunderstandings, sufferings and pain they underwent ...especially the trials and tribulations of fire the girl had suffered... Geet could not help but wimp and cry... The feelings exuded in the story were so strong and acutely felt by her that she could not help but empathize along with the heroine in the story...
geet have the habit of carrying a short dairy with her... when even she like some lines or dialogue in the book she used to write it in this dairy but today for the first time she is used it for other purpose ...for first time she writing something of her own...
"Jism Pak Aankho Mein Bhar Loon
Saans Saans Mein Shaamil Ker Loon
Is Duniya Mein Jaan Gawaa Tujhe!!!
Us Duniya Mein Haasil Ker Loon
Zindagi Gawaa Ker Bhi Jo Zindagi Mile
Har Khushi Gawaa Ker Bhi Jo Ik Khushi Mile"
geet write these lines thinking like the girl in the story want to say these lines to her lover...
Edited by Neeju - 10 years ago
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