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Hello guys I am new here my name is Jaweria and I am a big fan of raji so just writing an ff on them
INTRODUCTION: rashi is jigar's best friend n she is in love with him but thinks that jigar has feelings for their friend sonal .One day, rashi was on the way home from her shopping but some theives rob her and shoot her with a gun.
Doesn't matter how bad it was going to be, I always thought the day I would die, I would be in his arms. But what was I thinking? He's always late. I grunt as I drag myself across the road Even if I am going to die, and it's not going to be in his arms,That's not how it's going to happen. I know I don't have the strength to make it to anywhere that could keep me alive or give me medical attention, but, I'm going to get out of these strange place if it's the last thing I do. ...well, I think it's rather obvious this is going to be the last thing I do.
I hiss,as I try to get up from the floor but my strength fails me, and I fight vomiting. Digging my fingers down, I went to a tree.pulling myself up with heavy breaths, I wince as I prop myself up against the large tree. I give out a sigh, relaxing up against the thing.
I honestly never thought the day I died, I would be propped up against a tree, the stone cold and unforgiving on my back.
Here...here on this floor, I feel the pain, and I know I'm alive. And since I'm alive, there's a chance he might show up, and I might get to see him.
They say your first love isn't your only love...I'd like to stuff my foot in the mouths of the people who say that. But...it's the only thing that I have left. It's the only hope that I have that he might actually love me.
I know...but... my first love is my only love. And if I die here today, that'll only be confirming it. I sigh again, eyes downcast. I pull my hand across my stomach to hide the blood that's seeping through my white saree.
So maybe he does love sonal...or maybe he doesn't. Does it really matter, honestly? I mean, he never said he did, and he never said he didn't...so there's still hope, right? But honestly, I sometimes wish he would've said he loved her, so that way...that way there'd be a reason why he doesn't love me. There would be a reason as to how after everything we've been through, he still doesn't love me.
Without him loving her, there's no reason why he doesn't love me. The only reason is, is merely the fact that I'm not the woman he's supposed to love. And I think that's the thing that scares me the most. He may not love me because I'm merely me. Still, I can't stop loving him. That's the way love goes, isn't it? Your heart dictates, not your brain. Sure, my brain's told me a thousand times over to pick up and move on. But my heart anchors me to him, and I can't just let him go like that. Sure, we were never close as kid. Him and me...that's it. That's got to count for something, right?
I've never been greedy for objects, or money...but I have been greedy. For his love. That's the only thing I have greed for, that I wish and yearn for'."So that means...I can't go back and talk to him...or see him'.., anyways. " When I die, I hope that Sonal takes care of Jigar, ".
Another sharp pain stabs my stomach, and I grunt, folding over for a minute, before straightening again. It's coming, I can feel it...the way the air seeps into a chill around me, despite the sun that streams through the roof. The areas in my peripheral vision darkens, and I literally have tunnel vision. I'm staring at the end of the road,. Waiting for him. Just a glimpse, really, is all I want. Just something to take with me , if I get to take anything. I just want to have his face engraved in my mind perfectly. That's all I want. There's a slash on my cheeks, and a cool liquid seeps from the corner of my lips. I hiss, another pain, gripping my entire body and I shake.
The pain slaps me full force, and I ball up my fist, my other hand clutching my leg until the pain passes. I let out a heavy sigh, my breathing labored, tilting my head towards the road again. It's okay if I die. It's okay...I know he has got a lot on his shoulders, and I'm sorry to add this to him.its selfish of me to think that maybe my death will affect him allot ,to show that he loved me...but I hope it doesn't. I hope you don't care, because I want him to live. I want him to breathe, and smile, and be happy, and enjoy life for once. He has done so much already for all of us, so he shouldn't have to suffer anymore.
That image of his face, when he is happy, and when he is sad, and those moments when anger or frustration show through; and then...when he laughs, or when he is shocked. Maybe I'll just have those.
And I'm going to wait for him here, propped up against this tree, as death takes me. I'll just wait here. he'll get here eventually. Yes, I'll just wait here for him, even if I'm already dead...I'm waiting. I always have to wait on him, but that's okay. I'm used to it. After all, he was always late.
INTRODUCTION: rashi is jigar's best friend n she is in love with him but thinks that jigar has feelings for their friend sonal .One day, rashi was on the way home from her shopping but some theives rob her and shoot her with a gun.
Doesn't matter how bad it was going to be, I always thought the day I would die, I would be in his arms. But what was I thinking? He's always late. I grunt as I drag myself across the road Even if I am going to die, and it's not going to be in his arms,That's not how it's going to happen. I know I don't have the strength to make it to anywhere that could keep me alive or give me medical attention, but, I'm going to get out of these strange place if it's the last thing I do. ...well, I think it's rather obvious this is going to be the last thing I do.
I hiss,as I try to get up from the floor but my strength fails me, and I fight vomiting. Digging my fingers down, I went to a tree.pulling myself up with heavy breaths, I wince as I prop myself up against the large tree. I give out a sigh, relaxing up against the thing.
I honestly never thought the day I died, I would be propped up against a tree, the stone cold and unforgiving on my back.
Here...here on this floor, I feel the pain, and I know I'm alive. And since I'm alive, there's a chance he might show up, and I might get to see him.
They say your first love isn't your only love...I'd like to stuff my foot in the mouths of the people who say that. But...it's the only thing that I have left. It's the only hope that I have that he might actually love me.
I know...but... my first love is my only love. And if I die here today, that'll only be confirming it. I sigh again, eyes downcast. I pull my hand across my stomach to hide the blood that's seeping through my white saree.
So maybe he does love sonal...or maybe he doesn't. Does it really matter, honestly? I mean, he never said he did, and he never said he didn't...so there's still hope, right? But honestly, I sometimes wish he would've said he loved her, so that way...that way there'd be a reason why he doesn't love me. There would be a reason as to how after everything we've been through, he still doesn't love me.
Without him loving her, there's no reason why he doesn't love me. The only reason is, is merely the fact that I'm not the woman he's supposed to love. And I think that's the thing that scares me the most. He may not love me because I'm merely me. Still, I can't stop loving him. That's the way love goes, isn't it? Your heart dictates, not your brain. Sure, my brain's told me a thousand times over to pick up and move on. But my heart anchors me to him, and I can't just let him go like that. Sure, we were never close as kid. Him and me...that's it. That's got to count for something, right?
I've never been greedy for objects, or money...but I have been greedy. For his love. That's the only thing I have greed for, that I wish and yearn for'."So that means...I can't go back and talk to him...or see him'.., anyways. " When I die, I hope that Sonal takes care of Jigar, ".
Another sharp pain stabs my stomach, and I grunt, folding over for a minute, before straightening again. It's coming, I can feel it...the way the air seeps into a chill around me, despite the sun that streams through the roof. The areas in my peripheral vision darkens, and I literally have tunnel vision. I'm staring at the end of the road,. Waiting for him. Just a glimpse, really, is all I want. Just something to take with me , if I get to take anything. I just want to have his face engraved in my mind perfectly. That's all I want. There's a slash on my cheeks, and a cool liquid seeps from the corner of my lips. I hiss, another pain, gripping my entire body and I shake.
The pain slaps me full force, and I ball up my fist, my other hand clutching my leg until the pain passes. I let out a heavy sigh, my breathing labored, tilting my head towards the road again. It's okay if I die. It's okay...I know he has got a lot on his shoulders, and I'm sorry to add this to him.its selfish of me to think that maybe my death will affect him allot ,to show that he loved me...but I hope it doesn't. I hope you don't care, because I want him to live. I want him to breathe, and smile, and be happy, and enjoy life for once. He has done so much already for all of us, so he shouldn't have to suffer anymore.
That image of his face, when he is happy, and when he is sad, and those moments when anger or frustration show through; and then...when he laughs, or when he is shocked. Maybe I'll just have those.
And I'm going to wait for him here, propped up against this tree, as death takes me. I'll just wait here. he'll get here eventually. Yes, I'll just wait here for him, even if I'm already dead...I'm waiting. I always have to wait on him, but that's okay. I'm used to it. After all, he was always late.
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