"Meher Purohit naam ke shraap mujhe nahi chahiye meri zindagi main."
He looked on lifelessly as the priest chanted prayers for her final rights.
She laid there covered in a white sheet.
With every prayer chanted, he cursed himself.
He knew deep down inside, it wasn't the car that killed her it was his words.
She told him she going away.
He didn't know she meant it literally.
He had tried self-harm.
But that didn't work.
Every time he picked up that knife aiming for his wrist, she appeared.
He stopped trying, because he deserved this terrible punishment.
A life without a soul.
He appeared fine to the outside world.
He broke inside.
He couldn't escape this living hell. A life without Meher.
So he lived where she would be.
He insisted on taking care of her family.
Everyone thought he was being selfless, only he knew the real cause.
He was selfish.
He only shifted there because he knew Meher's soul would be visiting that house more often than his.
He could live the rest of his life with her essence.
He found the box.
The one his Meher had hid from him in all these years.
He saw her bridal adornments.
Their wedding picture.
The rings, the mangalsutra.
And lastly, the cheque.
The dreadful 2.5 crore check.
She had never cashed it, Tunnu told him
Even when they lost everything.
Years started flying by.
He worked harder than before.
He provided for her family.
He made her stone-hearted Bua love him.
He made her broken mother live again.
He made her lazy brother a successful graduate.
He released a new album Meher'.
He wrote songs for her daily.
Somewhere, somehow he felt relieved.
As if she had finally forgiven him.
He lived in her room.
He had spoken to her pictures daily.
Telling her' of his day, how much he misses her and casual occurrences.
As if she never left.
More years passed by.
Everything changed.
He opened his own music school.
Just like Elton Sir.
He was labeled as the most successful rockstar of all time by every magazine.
His inspiration? They asked.
Meher. He replied.
He coughed as he sat down at the table.
"Offo Phupa! You forgot to take your medicine again?" A voice asked.
He smiled at Meher, Tarun's 18 year old daughter.
"I forget because I have the bestest niece to remind me." He exclaimed.
She yelled at him in fake anger.
"Your name suits you perfectly! You're just as akdu as your Bua." He laughed.
He had gone to sleep that night.
Not without talking to Meher's picture of course.
He woke up in a field of beautiful clouds.
With his Meher looking at him,smiling.
She hadn't aged a bit and looked even more beautiful, if that was possible.
"My love, come with me." She whispered.
So he did.
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CID
Kabhi Neem Neem Kabhi Shahad Shahad
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