MG SS- SANEYEEKA THREAD 1 - Page 33

She just kept on looking at him admiring him…how he accepted her without even knowing anything about her. She raised her hand and caressed his cheeks softly, "I will be waiting…"

He leaned over her more and pecked her sweet lips again, "I hate people going away.."

She understood what he meant. She placed her head on his chest and breathed in sharply, "Some people come to our lives only to go away…."

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He stood in his balcony and looked into the darkness that ate up the bright sky. How pathetic. His life was just the perfect analogy to this situation. He hated himself… he hated everything around him now. Its been 5 whole months to that incident and he had probably died within. Dadima, dad, mom…everyone left him. He still couldn't forget the moment he had got the news. His family decided to take the flight to delhi the next evening after his engagement. He was so immersed in solving his professional problems. He could still remember the last time he was on call with his father..they couldn't get the flight tickets in the morning so they were taking the evening flight. It was slowly getting dark and it was drizzling and then there was the darkest moment… waiting to engulf him…his heart. He got the news of his family's death the next morning. The flight they were in, crashed mid air, killing almost 100 on board and severely injuring others.

He had cried…broken down… screamed but he knew he was left alone. The mansion went empty…his life was shattered… his whole life seemed useless. There was media surrounding him 24/7 to cover the most sensational news of Maan singh khurna but he had probably gone very far away from all that. Three months…only he knew hoe he had survived…standing up again, getting back to work and still remaining on the top. But something in him died everyday…every single moment and he was completely empty from within. He was completely shattered… but he became the terror in his workplace. Maan singh khurana never got weak. He stood up again but cold and dead. His engagement ring still remained on his finger… but it just merely remained in his finger. He never saw her after that day…he never spoke to her after that night… he never felt her presence after that incident… he even forgot that there was her love adoring his finger. Lost in his inner battle to survive, he shut himself from everything. There was no news of her too. During the cremation of his family, only mohinder was there. She wasn't. he never asked about her either. He stopped thinking anything at all. The loss had shook him to an extent that he refrained from every emotion. He never thought about her again…he never craved for her again and there was nothing from her side as well.

He exhausted himself in the gym… screaming. He had even stopped crying. his screams reverted back on him, telling him how empty the whole mansion was… how lonely he was… how hollow he had become from inside. He never dreamed of her again either. It was like she was suppressed in the farthest corner of his life. He had stopped socializing with people like he used to. now meeting was to the point, every party in his honour was meant business and any other interaction had become only professional. The servants were 24/7 to attend to his needs but he was lonely. Nakul, the oldest of all felt really bad. He knew about his engagement but then he never knew where his fiance went after that night. There was this media hype about his engagement being broken after that incident but he refused to answer. There was nothing from her side as well and It slowly died.

He shut himself from everything. His life went monotonous. Sometimes he'd sit in the garden, imagining dadima playing with him, his mom speaking, his dad laughing… but everything was just an illusion. He felt so defeated… and he even stopped thinking about them as well.

It was again his routine life that led him. It was late night when he was driving back home. He had indulged himself more and more in his work just to avoid going into that empty house… it seemed haunted. He hated everything about it. He opened the door and found the hall completely dark. But there was a very different feel today…completely different from what he had been feeling all these days. He didn't quite understand anything. He just wanted to get back to his room and sleep off to get rid of this loneliness at least till he was home. He looked around to see anyone there but the entire mansion was devoid of life. He saw food placed on the table. It was late so the servants must have retired to their quarters he guessed.

He skipped his food and went to change. He was in no mood to do anything. He changed into his vest and tracks and fell on his bed, trying to sleep. He slowly closed his eyes when he heard a very faint music. He thought it was from outside but then the tune became clearer and louder and then became constant. He twitched his brows and opened his eyes, wondering what was going on. He stood up to check what was wrong when he actually heard the music carefully. It was something he had also heard before….it seemed long time since he had heard such kind of music. His heart skipped a beat, realizing the tune. He shook his head to stop his imagination for he knew they were false. But he couldn't defy his legs. They walked on their own accord, searching for the source of that beautiful music that suddenly seemed to calm him, snatching away his sleep.

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