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Dark Charm

@WildestDreams

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Posted: 15 years ago

made by Shikha

Arjun Punj looks at her. The window is lowered. A strand of brown hair discovers her neck soft. A profile light but firm, blue eyes, sweet and calm, listen to that song narrowed. So calmly strikes him. "Hey!" She turns to him, surprised. And in that glance of a few seconds, a lifetime. Forever. That's how many times it happened. Stop. For a moment. Just a moment. Yet just that. And something touches us ... But it is a chance or fate had stopped at that traffic light?

At that moment, close to that car, right there, looking at that window. And that moment is forever. Many times. Deciding whether to go one evening at the party or not, go into a shop or go ahead and change direction, to stay home or go out, get the group to dinner or that which goes to the movies.

A choice of a second. Only a moment but can be a life. And you wonder what you have been the protagonist, as was all decided a while, what would have been if you had made the other choice. And you remain so silent, undecided. Then you smile while the light turns green.

The machine restarts. And all seems lost. Not everything. You know that Arjun and Arohi will meet again. And they arrive there, there where only lovers arrive. "Ek dil ke liye duniya, ek pal ke liye zindagi".

He smiles, standing beside her, on that bike, large shoulders, his hands already tanned too early for that half of April. "Want to come for a ride with me?" "No, I'm going to work ...". The blue of the sky. A Shimla sun. Hot as a few days of July.

The cool of the morning still not enough to erase the taste of coffee.. The caress of a cushion, the warmth of a night. Suddenly, a musical note. In the air, between the two.

Something begins to vibrate. They were seen by chance. They look, they observed each other, try to feel. It's like standing in water to see from a distance a wave that is rising.. Turn on the table ready to ride. And then ... Sure. Yes it is. I chose it

"Come and take a ride?". A polite refusal. "No I'm going to work." Arjun yet he insists, has chosen its wave and will not abandon it, does not want to go, no. Wants to ride. Between spray and storms there in the tube, between the sun behind rocks and in transparency. Insists. "Don't go at work? I'll come and get there before". Because that wave fascinates him, grows, noisy, runs to the sea, is coming ... Perhaps frighten those who do not feel she could ride. But for some, has a beauty deafening. It's everything. And Arjun was waiting for this. Since lot of time. A dive where the sea is bluer. Nothing more. And love ... Highest of all, on the white column of the bridge, a writing dominates the others, indelible. And there on the cold marble, blue as her eyes, beautiful as he always desired: "You and I three seven over the Heaven'remains to ask you something'.Kitani Mohabbat Hai? "

-Parm-

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Posted: 15 years ago

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Posted: 15 years ago

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Posted: 15 years ago

Rain is the cry of heaven
Tears is the cry of a man,
but the most painful
is the cry of the heart,
speaking a love that is dead….maybe.

Arjun sighed, leaning his elbows on the cold marble of the sill, and letting his face sunk between his hands warm.
The gentle breeze came through the open window, and slightly ruffled hair blacks.
But he didn't pay attention to it, because all he could do was watch the sky still not fully illuminated by the sun shyly looked beyond the mountains, to create a new day.
Everything seemed too unfocused because of the tears that dimmed his eyes tired ...
But it was okay, really.
That night he dreamed her again, and deeply hated for this ... He should forget her, at least for himself, if not for herself.
The only thing he could think of was Arohi, the first time they had seen, his first kiss with Arohi, the declaration of love from Arohi and….. the moment of separation from Arohi.

"It's been three years already ... three years since you left me ...and I do not yet seem real and possible that all that we spent together those two years that had represented a lifetime for me, you were truly destined to disappear so quickly!?!"
He sighed heavily, and again turned his gaze toward the sky, now already blue.
"Everything changes ... you told me you, you remember, Arohi? But how can I change my life if I can not change my heart? "
No answer came in that moment.
Arjun closed the window and sat back down on its side of the bed, now almost cold.
"I can not forget. But I'm selfish, and not take it anymore to go it alone. Why can not I forget you after what you've done to me ... "stroked his hair
He could not sleep again that time: the sensation of the breath Arohi on his neck was still too strong.
But, looking lost in the darkness, there was a promise. In one way or another, he would go ahead anyway.
He knew he could not keep reminding Arohi, and could not continue to live in the past.
"But all I can do is to dream, Arohi ... even if I do not forget you. We were promised, remember? And as I said then, I will love you forever ... "
And those simple words seemed to echo in the air.

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Posted: 15 years ago

PART 3:

To see her get on that train, knowing that perhaps he would never see again was impossible to endure, it was a pain too strong, something that was not ready to face. Knowing that she would not longer part of his days, knowing that he could no longer keep her close to him or just look at that face he lack the will to face the future. Experience all this ... even worse than he had ever imagined. Crying in vain attempt to maintain the step of the train that took her away, screaming in pain remembering the words she had told him and that burned like cutting deeper, like an incurable wound.

"Please do not make things harder than they are, when that train will take me away from you forgotten of my existence, begins to live a new life, not suffer for me because knowing that you are unhappy because of me would be a pain too intense to be bear. Please do not look for me, do not call me, pretend I'm dead and how difficult it is I will do the same with you: I will not let me ... is further evidence of the right thing to do, the right way to go down as painful and wrong seems, unfortunately, often the right things are not what we want "

Arjun is for turning in the bed, trying to gain a few more minutes of sleep, but there is something that stop it. As the minutes wore on, the memory of the dream is becoming clearer. Arjun recovers as much clarity, the more emotions just try intensify. He woke up and say " I do not understand.. I still do not understand ... but the more I think I feel sick! I cannot go forward like this in the life....I need to meet you Arohi Sharma even you ask me to do not do this. For myself I have to do"

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A day like a day in which two people would meet, at last, after so long.
The sun went down slowly, letting the dark night to take the upper hand.
A huge house and stately, balance in a big way. While a luxury car, in black stood in front of that home. The door opened, letting a figure came out of hiding.
Pants, shoes, his breast covered with a shirt attached, complete with long jacket, all the same color: Black, however, a red tie, detached obscure tint.
Suddenly, on that face formed a smile. A sad smile, accompanied by the reflection of two brown eyes.
His steps tolled for that silence, when the door was open in front of him.
He entered without hesitation. He walked down those stairs, in search of the only room that could be interesting.
And finally found it, watched by the servants who looked at him in amazement.
He took the phone from his pocket who made a single rang.
Not long that he received the call. He has only to look at the screen of your object.
Dad House. Smiled again as he closed the call.
He knocked on the door. A slow gesture as precise
He hear footsteps approaching the door, leaned against the wall with his hands in his pockets, while his gaze was directed straight ahead.
The door opened, letting a figure could be seen.
Brown hair. Blue eyes.
"Hello Arohi." Greetings quiet, yet with a hint of sadness. His lips formed a smile sad that would not fade.
"A-Arjun? You "

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