Writer of the Week18-Guzarish (read the post start) -19/08/13 - Page 3

Days passed and liza ignored him fully. She behaved normally and talked very professionally. No1 could say that they knew each other. Although shree tried talking with her, but it was same from her side. Shree then thought of another way to make her forgive him. Everytime she used to come infront of him, he used to say,Sorry Lizaab to maaf kar do. He sended her loads of email messages. Her FB profile was filled with sorry cards. Infact, he developed a page asking for forgiveness. Things were going out of control, n Liza was getting messages from her other friends to forgive him. On a Sunday, when she was at home, enjoying her coffee, sitting near her window, and suddenly her eyes all on the road. People were standing there, having sorry cards in the hands. She was hell annoyed, this was like a limit for her. She immediately kept her coffee mug on the table, n sprinted through the door, and went outside, searched for Shree, who was hiding behind a pillar, held his hand, n literally dragged him inside her house.

Inside her house, it was shree and liza standing face to face. Shree was trying to read her expressions, but she stayed n stared at him, with a blank expression. Shree was trying and trying to read her mind, n then ultimately, he spoke,r u planning to kill me liza Liza gave him an angry look. Shree again made a funny face and pretended as if he s very scared. Liza finally spoke,Shree  stop doing thatI guess u hv a misunderstanding that u look funny doing these stupid things but u r actually not. Shree,yaar I w. and before he could have finished, Liza again shouted(this time angrily),Shut updont u dare refer me as yaar..What do yyou think of yourself hun. U were supposed to be my gud friend..u didnt replied to even a single message..u ignored me like anything. N u know what shree.u were rightu were right in saying that I m stupid, because I was. Despite u being ignoring me, it was always me who liked u, who waited for your message. A single reply from u, at that moment, used to gave me so much happiness. I was stupid to do that, but haan, I have always waited for your replies. And even when u stopped messaging, I was waiting always waited, I hv been waiting all this while.just get out of my place ..i dont want to talk with you now.

Saying so she turned and went to her room, she was shattered. All the anger which she had for him was finally out. It was this time when she felt his hand on her shoulder. Shree sat down on his knees in front f her, and spoke holding her hands,Liza I am seriously very sorry. I dont know what happened to me that time, I used to be so lost with things , that I couldnt message u. Even if I thot of messaging u once, but then I thot may be u wont like it. Dont know, may ab situations were like tha or I assumed things, but I m seriously sorry. Liza although was weeping but still she was angry, she immediately stood up n spoke,just leave it yaar, say sorry when u will mean it. I m an idiot who always had n may be I will Love you. May be u r the only one or whom I felt that way, but why would you care.you always get busy n prioritize things in life. U assumed that I wont like u replying to my messages, then y r u even here. May be some days later, u will presume again that I wont be liking all this, but the fact is I have always liked it.  I loved you damn it and always will Liza turned in other direction, weeping and started moving out of the place. Shree who was a bit in shock, after the sudden confession, noticed her leaving the room. He held her hand, pulled her to himself and hugged her, a simple hug, which was indeed full of love, warmth and a feeling that hell be there for her always and forever. Actually the ultimate realization, initially shook him a bit, he recollected all the times they were together, her messages, her mails, her talks, her confession, n then ultimately it was as if he had always wanted this in life. The times she was there, he cherished it. Without her his life was meaning-less. Therefore, without even thinking for a second, he simply hugged her, pouring his love in it. Words seemed not important for them at the moment. There hearts seemed to have done all the conversation. It was only and purely love, just love, which was important at the moment.