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A young man standing in his room looking at the sky.. and speaking his heart out...
Kyun basket kyun kiya tumne mera saath hamare saath aisa... Kya mila tumhe ye karke...
Tum hamesha aisa kuch karti ho ki mein ... Mein hamesha tumhara...
Tum hamesha meri khushi chahati thi na... Meri khushi toh tum hi ho... Tumhare saath bitaye pal mera liya janat se bhi kahin upaar hain... Aur hamesha rahenga... Par kyun basket
... Mein maanta hun tumse mein ne aapne saapne share kare the... Par ye nahi janta tha ki mera saapne ko jo mein bhi bhul gaya tha usse pura karne ke liya tum... Tum itna kuch kar jaogi... Mera saare saapne badal chukke the.. Sab saapne dhundale ho gaye the mera... Sirf ek saapna kabhi dhundla nabi hua aur us sapne ko mein ne sakar bhi kar liya... Vo sapna tum thi basket mein... MEin sirf tumgare saath rahene ka... Aapni zindagi tumhare aachal ki chao mein bitane chahata tha... Tumhari bahon mein ...tumhare dil ki dhadhkan mein samana chahata tha... Tumhe saab ki nazro se bacha ke rakhna chahata tha... Aur tumhe itna pyaar dena chahata tha ki tumm...
Par tumne aaj mera saare saapne todh diya basket saare saapne tod diya...
Kya mein itna hi bura tha basket ki tum mujhe chod kar chali gai ...
Chali gai aapne armaan ko is khokli or gandi duniya mein akele chod kar... Kya mera pyaar itna kamjoor tha ki mein tumhe rokh bhi nahi paya... kyun basket kya kiya tha mein ne jo tum mujhse itni khafa ho gai ki mujhe se itni dur chali gai ki jahan se mein tumhe na toh chu sakta hun ... Na tumhe dekh sakta hun... Kya galti thi meri basket ki tum yoh chali gai ar mujhe jeena ki saaja suna kar chali gai basket...
Aapne armasn ke baare mein bhi nahi soch ki tumhara armasn kaise sahega kaise hoga kaise rahega kauise jeyaga tumhare bina...
Tym itna khudgarj kaise ho gai basket... kyun nahi mujhe bhi aapne saath hi legai basket kyun...
Mera saapna tha ki meri ek nanhi si choti ridhima ho.. Par mein little basket ko aapni basket ki kemat par nahi maanga tha... Mujhe aisa koi sapna nahi cchahiya jo mujhe meri basjet se itna dur karde...
Par tumhari di hui kasam ki wajha se mein arima ko aapni jaanse bhi jayada pyaar karunga... Itna pyaar ki uske kharoch bhi aani se pehle mein aapne aapko mar dalunga... Ye mera tumhe wada hai basket.. aur mein aapna wada hamesha nibhaunga...
A babby started crying and that breaks armaan's cursing pleading promising from his basket while looking at sky in mid nyt... With tears streaming down his face...
It was 3 at nyt.. Armaan was aqake and is standing and cursing ridhima for leaving him in this cruel n mean world...
Armaan move toward the baby crying... He pick up his baby basket and feed her with the bottle kept at side table... then armaan keep arima on his chest and slept with her with his hand wrap around her holding her securly...
Arima when ever wakeups at nyt for feed she goes to sleep only on armaan's cheast..
And armasn feels great with that habit of her.. As he felt this habit of arima matches with her mother... As ridhima to never slept with out hagging armaan... If armaan ever had emergency and came late at nyt then ridhima would be waiting for armaan then they go to sleep... Remembering that armaan had feel of content having arima in his arms...
Armanan always pamper his little basket to the core and never let her eyes moist except remembering her mother sometimes...
Armaan alway use ro share his and his basket lovestory with arima and she love listening to it again and again even when she was at her 20s...listing to her parents lovelyf again and agin from last 20yrs she never get bored and always listen to it as if listening to it for the first tym... And armaan love that but never ever arima felt as she had not know to her mother she always feels as she lived with both of her parents by rhe way armaan use to tell her about her mother and showere both parental love...
Days passed and one day arima was sitting at the hospital stool beside her fater lying on the bed...
She was having tears...
Armaan- don't cry arima... U know we hate ur tears (her daddy and mommy) ..
Arima- papa i ... I love u and mom..
Armaan - aur ridhan... (arimas bf)
Arima - papa...
Armaan- okay no jokes... Arima ek baat hamesha yaad rakhna ki mein aur basket jahan bhi honge hamesha tumhe dekhenga aur tumhe khush dekh kar hamein chain milega hum bhi khush honga.. So never feel irfelf alone okay... Aab mujhe jaana hoga tumhari mom mera wait kar rahi hai...
Armaan imagine ridhima standing near him smiling to themm..
And after few min armaans sole gets up from the bed while body rested ..and holding ridhima's hand he said.
Armaan soul- chale basket...
Ridhima smile
armaan s- bahut intezar karaya na mein ne.. Par tumhari kasam kaise todhta... I missed u basket and i love u...
Ridhima soul - i love u too armaan...
Then bith armaan abd ridhinna look at arima in ridhans arm crudling...
Armaan lioking at arima lovingly...
Ridhima s - she will be good armaan hamari choti ridhima ke pass uska armaan hai...
And they began to disappear...
Armaan- basket tum mujhe se aapna picha kabhi nahi chuda sakti.. Dekha aa gai na aaj bhi mera pass khichi hui.. Aapne armaan ko lene...
lov u basket... Luv u alot...
Ridhima smiled
ridhima- ye basket jati bhi kahan aspne armaan ke bina... Luv u armaan... Chalein...
Armaan - hain chalo...
And so armaan n ridhima meet in heaven once again.. Wait these 20yr but finally sre together in heaven...
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