PROLOGUE
Geet, , you know it is the same winter moonlight , ,
How maan?
Years ago, , it was also winter moonlight when I was praying for you, , you know why?
Why maan?
Because it was the night you suppose to come in this world, , and you came, , my prayer was successful, , and I was very happy that you came in this world….
It was the same winter moonlight like today, when you got admitted in hospital and that night I prayed again for your well being, ,
Maan, why you did all this?
Because I am like this geet, , mai aisa hi hu, , I can't see you in pain…
It was the same winter moonlight, , you ran away but the unique part is the that I helped you, , that night I again prayed for you, for your well being, , for you safety, ,
And today is the same winter moonlight, , we are standing in this moonlight of winters, , the same moon who always saw us, , the same chilly air , the same cold weather….. everything is same geet, , but one things has been changed geet, ,
Kya maan?
You geet, , you has been changed…. You are not like my old geet, ,
POV of maan & geet
Take this kiss upon the brow!
And, in parting from you now,
Thus much let me avow-
You are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream;
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, or in none,
Is is therefore the less gone?
All that we see or seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand-
How few! Yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep-while I weep!
O god! Can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp?
O god! Can I not save
One from the pitiless wave?
Is all that we see or seem
But a dream within a dream?
By Edgar Allan Poe
POV of maan & geet
The snow, so peaceful and serene,
Caressed by the soft moonlight,
Gave magical feelings to the night.
The soft blue glow,
The lover's words that then did flow,
Their lips closer and closer until,
Locked in the throes of a passionate embrace,
He decided to express his feelings,
To keep her safe.
He whispered softly,
His words like music to her ears,
"I Love You"
And her response the same,
Heard like the gentle breeze,
"And I, love you, forever."
That was the night they promised
to be together through everything,
each to care for the other when old and gray.
A lover's pact
The most likely to last.
By Krista J. Mikula
Edited by neha5058 - 12 years ago
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