*peeps in*
*looks around*
*found people staring oddly*
*runs*
*comes back, gathers courage, clears her throat and starts eating ur head🤣*
So I'm back...remember me? Months ago I was a crap writer and some crazy people used to be my readers. But now I'm back again with another of my crap. U'll ask why? Because my examz are over and I'm free from studies for a week😆.
But as u all know its impossible for me to write updates for my FFs in just a week, so here I'm with an OS, and I guess u all can understand old habits die hard🤣...so plz kuch der ke liye jhel lo mujhe🤣...
Coming to the Os, its inspired from a real story❤️...
Some words said by the real person😳...
"My favorite corner is still my balcony from where I can see my beloved but the only difference now is that he is someone else's and I'm a divorcee..."
SILENCE OF LOVE - Some Words Unsaid
"It has been too long of silence now. Today I'll say it. Yes I'll. I've to," Randhir Singh Shekhawat smiled as he declared his decision in his heart. He walked towards the balcony with a loud thumping heart. He was feeling his heart will fall out of his chest anytime soon.
"Okay, see u've no choice. U've to. U've to," he tried to pump in some confidence in his rapidly beating heart.
"This is the time, Randhir. U love her since the college days. Six years of unconditional meaningless blind love. U even left ur grand apartment to be her neighbor, to be at her side, at her doorstep. Do u remember how many times u try to look at her secretly from this balcony. This is your last chance. Tomorrow is her birthday. Give her the best surprise.
"What if she refuses?" he whispered to his almost convinced heart. He wanted to look over all the nooks and corners of reasons and arguments before he approached her.
"U remember her broad smile when u told her that u'll be her neighbor, the silent blush which crept in her cheeks everytime u complemented her, the way she always says that u're the best person she has ever met in her life, everytime how lovingly she says that u're her best friend. Everytime she..."
"I know she will be happy," he smiled at his heart which had nothing but her. Her smile, her grin, her words, her blush, her mischief...only and only her.
He reached the balcony and called, "Sanyukta.."
No reply.
"Sanyukta...''
Sanyukta hurriedly came out," Hmm?"
He passed a smile which she returned back and said," Kya huya? Kuch bologe bhi? Waise I too wanted to tell u something." Her face was turning red.
Something knocked at his heart. What was she blushing about?
"Ladies first," he smiled.
She hesitated for a moment and called out a name lovingly, "Vishu...come na."
Something stroked Randhir at the way she called the name. But he believed his fate more than he should have.
A boy came out. Handsome hunk with good looks.
"Hey Dude," he called out to Randhir. Then he slid his hand around Sanyukta's waist and snuggled her closer. Randhir's blood boiled. His hand fisted.
No...a short whisper came out from his lips.
"Randhir, I know u're too intelligent for any explanation," both grinned at each other and she continued, "He is Vishal Rayprakash. My colleague and my first and last love. Don't know when we fell so hard but strangely we fell and that also so much that there is no way to get up."
She smiled at Vishal who was already looking at her, lost.
Randhir's body relaxed..."her first and last love"
She went on," But now there is no looking back. We are and will be happy." She smiled at Randhir with tears in her eyes. She had found the love of her life.
Randhir stepped backward. "She has the right to be happy with the one she loves," his heart whispered.
"Congrats. Stay happy," and he went in.
He could hear Sanyukta's voice behind him but he feared to turn back. Maybe she would notice the water flooding his eyes.
7 YEARS AFTER...
Indian Times, Page 3
Owner of San Automobiles, Randhir Singh Shekhawat, the most eligible bachelor of town and the hot sensation of girls was seen in the inauguration of another automobile company, Twist. Many reporters have asked him whether he is going to get married in near future but his answer was again a "No" which have broken many girls' heart. Why the man who have made so many girls gaga on him is still single? We have...
Randhir crushed the newspaper and it landed into the trashcan.
"Usual disgusting reporters," grumbled Randhir.
He went to the balcony and the usual memories of "them" began haunting him. Her smile, her hand tightly holding his, her soft words, her understanding smile, her giggles, her dancing hair in the soft breeze...millions of such memories of past flashed infront his eyes. A tear tickled down his eye but a soft smile still played on his lips.
Many people often asked him why he was still in his old small apartment while he could live in the largest house ever made in India. He would smile at such questions. Ofcourse, he could never say that he was till here for this balcony, for their memories, for her.
Moreover he never felt that anyone could understand his love. His unconditional deep love for her, a person who was never his. He too sometimes couldn't understand why he loved her so much. But these thoughts had confused him, had kept him awake for nights but had failed to decrease his love for her. His passion for her. A never-ending passion which made him name his company after her, which made him stay in this small apartment, which made him love her deeply and irrevocably.
Suddenly the doorbell rang twice. He heard a servant opening the door, some soft whispers and the very familiar footsteps which gradually neared him and finally it stopped behind him.
"Its his fault, u know," rang her voice in a complaining tone.
He smiled. Her voice. Another reason why he was there.
He turned and there she was. Mrs. Sanyukta Vishal Rayprakash.
"Do u know he said I talk rubbish! Can u believe it?!" she said in a disgusted yet shocked voice.
But what would Randhir reply. For him, her every word was magical. Notes of a magical tune.
"No. He is wrong but I'm sure he didn't meant it," Randhir reasoned.
He always spoke in favour of Vishal because that's what she liked, she loved, she wanted to hear, for she loved him too much to bear anything against him. She loved him blindly. He too loved her and Randhir was happy for she was happy.
"Why do u support him always?" she pouted.
Randhir took out a Cadbury from the refrigerator and handed it to her. This was a daily routine. Just a Cadbury and her smile was back.
She unwrapped it and took a bite.
"U know na I love u," she demanded.
Again a heavy tone hit his heart. Whenever she said those words, the same thing happened.
That pain of losing her, the pain of having her but yet never getting her, the pain of loving her but yet never kissing her...hadn't reduced a bit. That hole was stil there. A big hole which burnt everytime she said those words but again never said it.
"Yes, I know," he assured her still trying to extinguish that fire which had burnt him, his life, his past, present- everything. But in one corner of his heart he still wanted that fire to burn...to burn him alive...because that fire contained her, her memories, her words, her love. Let her finish him. It doesn't matter. It never had. Moreover he was still by her side. And he would always be.
If he was ever asked to choose between his last breath and her, he would choose his last breath to spell her name.
"Rd, should I go to him, now?" she said taking the last bite.
"He must be waiting," he said and that hole was put on ravishing flame again. How he wished he could stop the time.
She got up, and walked to the door but before stepping out she turned, passed him a smile, mouthed a thank you and went on her way leaving behind a soul which still waited for her, which still cried for her but with a wide smile...because the fire of love burns you with a soothing pain.
"Were u ever mine? No, coz forever it was an one sided love story with a prince and a princess and a hero but alas! The prince was never the hero..."
Thanx for reading
With Love
Rakhi😳
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