FF: Ek Paal... (MP) Prt15 pg28 8/15 - Page 2

Originally posted by: desi chic

JAZUUUUUUUUUUU!! Meri jaan... *sighs* ... *smiling like a langoor*... I can't read this yet... I have to write an essay... padah toh... essay gaya ghaas charney aur saath mein mera mark bhi... uff!! I'm stoked... this is my treat... *blow kisses*😃

Cheers,

dc

me too i was writing an essay but i just had to read this and it was amazing..u just have to continue..ur an awesome writer..ekta should srsly hire u😉

Jaz, beautifully written dear...😳😳 love the description of the pier.... nice song selection too...I hope if time permits, hope u will be able write some more for us😊 btw, in some places in your short story you have mistakingly Written Miland as Jai😳

Originally posted by: shali

thanks hun for writting a FF...
will read and reply....
and offcourse we are intresed in more parts....

Originally posted by: madhu_vasireddy

Jaz that was absolutely brilliant hun 👏👏.I had a glint of moisture in my eyes after I read this.You have portrayed the emotions very beautifully.Can you please continue and bring MP together?Looking forward for it honey.Good work 👏👏
madhu.

Originally posted by: blind horizon

Ok now this was the most beautiful one night fling I've ever read.Honestly I never knew if you ran out on desolate piers in the dead of the night you'd be able to find Milind .... 😊Sigh...good going hun though a few parts is not gonna do justice you gotta write a full fledged story with an excellent end with Milind and Prachi actually getting married and no Ayesha or Neev around, currently am very much annoyed by them.

Originally posted by: arsh1910

OMG... its beautiful.... 👏(BTW i hve been catching on wid all the FFs since m new here) .... but its simply wonderful..and i hve a request..plz do continue wid the story... 😃😃

Originally posted by: alveera

it's so beautiful, and michi they need only a moment to know eachother. 😛and while reading the end part i was praying, both of them should decide to get married in the morning. 😆so do write more parts, i want them together.

Originally posted by: YOOUSHA

jnawaz i have already read ur ff in ks forum but i enjoyed reading it again

awesome work

Originally posted by: shena_17

just bring them together 😊do it 😛

JAZ

Originally posted by: desi chic

JAZUUUUUUUUUUU!! Meri jaan... *sighs* ... *smiling like a langoor*... I can't read this yet... I have to write an essay... padah toh... essay gaya ghaas charney aur saath mein mera mark bhi... uff!! I'm stoked... this is my treat... *blow kisses* 😃

Cheers,

dc

Originally posted by: crazy_gal8390

*faints*
omg this is like the best story ever..
It was so awesome.. I dnt even knw wat 2 say
u just have to write more..

Originally posted by: jyothi_cool

do it

Originally posted by: lvsgm

Beautiful story Jaz..Please continue and Do unite them 😊

Originally posted by: alveera

jaz i read it again, u know u have written it so beautifully have to read again and again,
and after reading it again i felt like crying it's so heart warming, i want them together plz do write more.
😊

Originally posted by: *lucky_karen*

me too i was writing an essay but i just had to read this and it was amazing..u just have to continue..ur an awesome writer..ekta should srsly hire u 😉

Originally posted by: wande

wow good job 👏I love it thank u very much 😉

Originally posted by: movluvr

That was so amazing. I totally loved the story. It was everything i had always dreamt of. It was perfect, (except you wrote Jai instead of milind inb a few palces). I like how it didn't have a happy ending but not a sad one either. It was amazing hat's off to u and keep writing. 😉

Originally posted by: zarna

jaz i love ur short story very well written. 😊

Originally posted by: $weet Ema

Jaz, beautifully written dear... 😳😳love the description of the pier.... nice song selection too...I hope if time permits, hope u will be able write some more for us 😊 btw, in some places in your short story you have mistakingly Written Miland as Jai 😳

JAZ

Part 2
**Note: This part isnt as long as the first part. Please keep and open mind when reading this part. It is a necessary part before the ff can progress any further. I do hope that you enjoy. Looking forward to comments.**

Nearly Four Years Later:

Kuch Saal Pehle

London, England:

The sky was covered with a dark layer of heavy clouds, threatening to release a heavy down pour of rain onto the unsuspecting city below. The usually busy, lively and crowded city was now abandoned, silent and peaceful. The businesses all closed down, the streets empty except for a few cars and people here and there and a few street lights illuminating the roads. Of course this was not unusual being that it was two o' cock in the morning.

In the distance stood a tall, magnificent twenty story, glass building; it too was dark and isolated. All of its daily inhabitants had gone home long ago, only the security staff remained in the lobby level. However, on the top floor there burned one light that had not gone out; a light that still burned bright and shined like a star against the dark night's sky. The building held a sign that stated it was MM Hotels Pvt. Ltd. and the office that still had its lights at this time of night belonged to the owner and CEO of MM Hotels, Mr. Milind Mishra.

The office was exquisitely decorated to suit the taste of its inhabitant. It was large, almost the size of an entire apartment complex on its own. In one corner there was a set of large, plush, leather sofas accented with throw pillows. In another corner there was a small bar that held many brands of the sinful liquid for when delegates held meeting in the office. In the middle of the room was a large cherry oak table, with professional yet comfortable black leather chairs on both sides of it. The best part of the office was the wall to wall glass in the back that over looked the city; it was a spectacular view.

Milind looked up at the clock on his office wall to see that it was quarter past two in the morning. He ran his hand through is already ruffled, curly hair and thought what a sight he must be. His Armani coat was lying carelessly on the arm of the large sofa, his tie near it on the glass table in front, his once crisp white shirt had its top three buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. If anyone walked in right now they would think he was an imposter; no way the CEO of any company looks like this.

He really didn't care what people thought about him, all he cared about is what the people he loved thought about him, all else be damned. He was burning the midnight oil for a presentation that was due in two days. MM Hotels was one of the top companies in its field, few rivaled them; but it was Milind's goal to make sure his company reached the top of that list. If they could get this contract, it would send him and his company to heights that they had never imagined. Getting this contract meant more then he cared to admit, not for professional reasons, but for personal reasons.

Milind stretched out and turned his chair so that I faced the glass wall over looking the city. His eyes fell on a taxi which appeared to get a customer. He tried and failed to locate the moon and stars on such an over cast night. He leaned back and closed his eyes as he took in a deep breath; with his eyes closed…she invaded his thoughts.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Panorama City, California:

The California weather had really been acting up lately; if it was cold one day, it was hot enough to head to the beach the next day; but, that was California for you…unpredictable. Not only was life unpredictable, but life was unpredictable. On this day the sun was out but it had no force, there was no warmth radiating from it. It was a cold crisp day with a chilling breeze blowing across the city. It didn't feel so much as the middle of the day, as it did the beginning for a cold front.

A woman sat quietly wrapped in an old worn out shawl that provided very little warmth. Even if the shawl had provided with sufficient warmth, it would never be enough; how do you warm something that is cold from the inside out. She sat on the only lounge chair that stood in her meek balcony, surrounded by lush potted plants and a few wind chimes. It was a very small and almost useless balcony, but for her, it was her sanctuary…it was where she found peace.

Her life had not turned out the way she had thought it would have. She had expected to have children, a house in the suburbs with a white picket fence, taking turns carpooling with the neighborhood children to school, baking cup-cakes for the yearly PTA fund raisers. More then all that, she had expected to have a companion by her side, one that treated her with love, respect and affection.

She had dreamed of getting her Masters degree from USC in Business Management and opening up her very own business. She had planned everything out, every little detail, and for a while even she thought that her life may just work out the way that she had wanted it. Her dreams, however, stayed just that, dreams…which had all shattered away years ago.

Her parent had been involved in an accident that left both of them both as quadriplegics (paralyzed from the neck down). With her younger sister still in school and her parents needing round-the-clock assistance, she had to put her life aside for them; not that her life had been all peaches-n-cream to begin with. She worked two, sometimes three jobs at a time to keep up to date on everything.

She paid for her parents to live in a nursing home so they would have nursing care that they needed, she paid for her sister continuing education, and she paid rent, utilities, car insurance, cell phone and what seemed like hundreds of other bills. She was on the go almost 24/7 because she had no other choice. She tried to enjoy as much free time as she could, like she was doing this particular day; enjoy it before it is gone or destroyed…that was her motto.

She had made someone a promise to try and be happy, but happiness was something that she had not experienced in a long time. You had to have an opportunity to be happy, you need people in our life to keep you happy…she had no one. There was no one there to help her bring her groceries up from the car, no one to see that her feet ached after standing for 10 hours straight on the job, no one to share a joke with or a nice conversation with; what hurt the most was that there was no one there to comfort her and wipe away her tears when the fell from her eyes, no one to see that she was hurting…everyday.

She could clearly remember the last time she had been happy…really happy. A faint smile played on her lips as she remembered the last time that special someone had called her Pari. She leaned back on the chair, her arms wrapped around her cold body, she closed her eyes and thought about a special moment in her life, the only special moment in her life she could recall. With her eyes closed, she breathed in the crisp cool air as memories invaded her mind and heart…as he invaded her mind and heart.