hey guys...here is Chapter 1 of the ff...enjoy...shabz...stop with the dhamkis yaar...what is this ...daara ke rakh diya mujhe 😉😉 he he...j/k....hope you guys like it...looking forward to (longer) comments 😛😛😛...just fyi...if you read the beginning and ending lyrics...it will round out the ff for you 😉😉
Chapter 1
Kuch Saal Pehle
Kuch
saal pehle doston yeh baat hui thi
Humko
bhi mohabbat kisi ke saath hui thi
Apni
bhi kabhi pehli mulaqaat hui thi
Humko
bhi mohabbat kisi ke saath hui thi
Kuch
saal pehle doston yeh baat hui thi
Humko
bhi mohabbat kisi ke saath hui thi
Nearly
Four Years Later:
London, England
The sky was covered with a dark layer of
heavy clouds, threatening to release a heavy down pour of rain onto the
unsuspecting city below. The usually busy, lively and crowded city was now
abandoned, silent and peaceful. The businesses all closed down, the streets
empty except for a few cars and people here and there and a few street lights
illuminating the roads. Of course this was not unusual being that it was two o'
cock in the morning.
In the distance stood a tall, magnificent
twenty story, glass building; it too was dark and isolated. All of its daily
inhabitants had gone home long ago, only the security staff remained in the lobby level. However, on the
top floor there burned one light that had not gone out; a light that still burned
bright and shined like a star against the dark night's sky. The building held a
sign that stated it was Obsession Hotels Pvt. Ltd. and the office that still
had its lights at this time of night belonged to the owner and CEO of Obsession
Hotels, Mr. Dutta Patil.
The office was exquisitely decorated to suit
the taste of its inhabitant. It was large, almost the size of an entire
apartment complex on its own. In one corner there was a set of large, plush,
leather sofas accented with throw pillows. In another corner there was a small
bar that held many brands of the sinful liquid for when delegates held meeting
in the office. In the middle of the room was a large cherry oak table, with
professional yet comfortable black leather chairs on both sides of it. The best
part of the office was the wall to wall glass in the back that over looked the
city; it was a spectacular view.
Dutta looked up at the clock on his office
wall to see that it was quarter past two in the morning. He ran his hand
through is already ruffled, unruly hair and thought what a sight he must be.
His Armani coat was lying carelessly on the arm of the large sofa, his tie near
it on the glass table in front, his once crisp white shirt had its top three
buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. If anyone walked in
right now they would think he was an imposter; no way the CEO of any company
looks like this.
He really didn't care what people thought
about him, all he cared about is what the people he loved thought about him,
all else be damned. He was burning the midnight oil for a presentation that was
due in two days. Obsession Hotels was one of the top companies in its field, few rivaled
them; but it was Dutta's goal to make sure his company reached the absolute top
of that list. If they could get this contract, it would send him and his
company to heights that they had never imagined. Getting this contract meant
more then he cared to admit, not for professional reasons, but for personal
reasons.
Dutta stretched out and turned his chair so
that I faced the glass wall over looking the city. His eyes fell on a taxi
which appeared to get a customer. He tried and failed to locate the moon and
stars on such an over cast night. He leaned back and closed his eyes as he took
in a deep breath releasing himself to temptation ' with his eyes closed'she
invaded his thoughts.
*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
Panorama
City,
California:
The California weather had really been acting up lately - if it
was cold one day, it was hot enough to head to the beach the next day - but, that was California for you'unpredictable. Not only
was the weather unpredictable, but life was unpredictable. On this day the sun
was out but it had no force, there was no warmth radiating from it. It was a
cold crisp day with a chilling breeze blowing across the city. It didn't feel
so much as the middle of the day, as it did the beginning for a cold front.
A woman sat quietly wrapped in an old worn
out shawl that provided very little warmth. Even if the shawl had provided with
sufficient warmth, it would never be enough. How do you warm something that is
cold from the inside out? She sat on the only lounge chair that stood in her
meek balcony, surrounded by lush potted plants and a few wind chimes. It was a
very small and almost useless balcony, but for her, it was her sanctuary'it was
the only place where she found peace.
Her life had not turned out the way she had
thought it would have. She had expected to have children, a house in the
suburbs with a white picket fence, taking turns carpooling with the
neighborhood children to school, baking cup-cakes for the yearly PTA fundraisers.
More then anything else, she had expected to have a companion by her side - one
that treated her with love, respect and affection.
She had dreamed of getting her Masters
degree from USC in Business Management and opening up her very own business.
She had planned everything out, every little detail, and for a while even she
thought that her life may just work out the way that she had wanted it. Her
dreams, however, stayed just that, dreams'which had all shattered away years
ago.
Her parents had been involved in an accident
that left them both as quadriplegics. With her younger sister still in school
and her parents needing round-the-clock assistance, she had to put her life
aside for them; not that her life had been all peaches-n-cream to begin with.
She worked two, sometimes three jobs at a time to keep up to date on
everything.
She paid for her parents to live in a
nursing home so they would have the nursing care that they needed, she paid for
her sister continuing education, and she paid rent, utilities, car insurance, cell Phone and what seemed like hundreds of other bills. She
was on the go almost 24/7 because she had no other choice. She tried to enjoy
as much free time as she could, like she was doing this particular day; enjoy
it before it is gone or destroyed'that was her motto.
She had made someone a promise to try and be
happy, but happiness was something that she had not experienced in a long time.
You had to have an opportunity to be happy, you need people in our life to keep
you happy'she had no one. There was no one there to help her bring her
groceries up from the car, no one to see that her feet ached after standing for
10 hours straight on the job, no one to share a joke with or a nice
conversation with; what hurt the most was that there was no one there to
comfort her and wipe away her tears when the fell from her eyes, no one to see
that she was hurting'everyday.
She could clearly remember the last time she
had been happy'really happy. A faint
smile played on her lips as she remembered the last time that special someone
had called her 'Nasha'. She leaned
back on the chair, her arms wrapped around her cold body, she closed her eyes
and thought about a special moment in her life, the only special moment in her
life she could recall. With her eyes closed, she breathed in the crisp cool air
as memories invaded her mind and heart'as he invaded her mind and
heart.
Yaadein
Yeh jeevan dil jaani, dariya ka hai paani
Paani to beh jaaye, baaqi kya reh jaaye
Yaadein, yaadein, yaadein
Nagme hain, shikwe hain
Kisse hain, baatein hain
Baatein bhool jaati hain
Yaadein yaad aati hain
Yeh yaadein kisi dil-o-jaanam ke
Chal jaane ke baad aati hain
Yaadein, yaadein, yaadein
JAZ
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