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Hello everyone!!!! 😃 😃 😃
Please don't kill me for bombarding you with FFs and SSs.😛 This current track is making me think about the good old days more and more, and all sorts of ideas pop up in my mind. 😳 😉 😉
I had written an OS ages ago...and suddenly I thought I should write it again. 😉
Something like a parallel story to Junoon with me retaining all the village characters.
I'll post it again. Please tell me if I should continue it or not. 😃
Note: Please check out 18th January episode and its precap before you start reading. 😃
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"Forgive me Sudha for everything you and miu had to go through because of me",Ramdhari said ,foldind his hands. Pain could be seen clearly on his face.
"No please don't say that... "
Behind huge wooden door Meera stood listening. Her eyes misty and tears threatened to fall anytime.
Her parents had been united after twenty years of seperation, and finally her mother met her father after twenty long years. A sense of completeness filled her consciousness.
She felt satisfied that she was able to fulfil her mother's last wish. Meera smiled a little amid the tears which were now flowing freely.
All the days spent by me in barahgaon didn't go waste.
Her thoughts were full of emotions and suddenly she realized she had been missing something or someone.
Prithvi...
How could she forget him? Many things were happening in the village and her life had turned upside down since the last couple of days.
She remembered that her mother had called him an orphan and the scene played endlessly in her mind making her more nervous. She had left him alone. She couldn't stop crying. His face clearly arrayed emotions filled with pain.
Everyone had left him, making him feel even more lonely.
Meera was confused. She felt good that she was able to fulfil her Bitto's wish, yet she was feeling guilty for leaving Prithvi alone.
She closed her eyes to calm herself, wiping her tears she started running.
Prithvi was back home. He banged open the door and sat on the bed.
Why? he asked himself, Why he had no one in this world whom he could call his own? Why was he alone?
Prithvi, the rugged, rustic son of soil could be so fragile at heart. His eyes were all moist.
He had never felt so deserted before.
"Meera"
He muttered. He could feel all types emotions building up in side him. That name invoked so much reaction.
With all thoughts filled with that one girl he never realised when he felt asleep.
After running furiously for what felt like eternity to her, she found herself in front of his house. Taking a deep breath,she entered.While walking towards the door she took care not to trip over anything in the darkness.
She reached the door.
'He didn't bother to close it,' Meera thought.Cautiously, she opened the door and she saw him. He was sleeping on her bed with his hands supporting his head.His eyes were wet but he was asleep.
She went towards the bed and sat besides him. She looked at his sleeping face.
He looks so handsome.
She caressed his forehead lovingly. She hadn't recognized his goodness earlier.
"Tum bhi mujhe chodd kar mat jao, Meera,"
Miu stiffened. She turned and looked at him directly. He was asleep, mumbling in his sleep.
She sighed.
She bent and kissed his forehead lightly. "Mein tumhe chodkar kahin nahin jaa rahi Prithvi," she said squeezing his hand
"Kahin nahi."
She said this to him for she had understood how much he meant to her.
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