IshRa FF: Chaar Kadam (Part 36 on Pg 146) - Page 84

Originally posted by: smilydear

Love to read the turmoil going inside Raman.

I love to see he protected 4 important relation by accepting Abhi n Simmi relation.

Readers request ... Finish this story before going for vacation 😉

Part 31 (a)

"Ye mera voice message hai jisme meri asli pehchan hai. Make sure you hear it before the wedding"

Did she just say that!?

She walked off and I drove off.

I was getting restless and impatient about the voice message.

So I parked the car at the nearest parking space and reached for my phone.

Hi Raman!

Ishita here...

Aap soch rahe honge...

... aap jis Ishita ko jante ho wo khamosh, suljhi, samajhdaar aur wafadaar hai.

Lekin jis Ishita se mai aaj apko milane wali hun wo bilkul uske baraks hai: Batuni, Uljhi, Nasamajh aur BEWAFA

Nahi Ishita! Tum aisi nahi ho sakti...

Jaanna chahte ho aisi Ishita ko?

Apko jaanna hoga...Kyunki jis Ishita ke sath...

...Aaj se ek saal pehle agar aap meri zindagi me ate to shayad aaj mujhe ye voice message bhejne ki zarurat na padti.

Par aap se pehle koi aur meri zindagi me agaya Raman.

Isi bath ka to afsos hai

Ek aisa Ajnabi jisne kuch hi palon me mere dil me jagah bana liya

Aur char kadmon me zindagi bhar sath chalne ka sapna de gaya

Mai ek Ajnabi ko dil de baithi aur uske sath zindagi bitane ki sapne dekhne lag gayi.

Mere sath bhi to yahi hua!

...

Lekin tab aap meri zindagi me aye...

Shayad Ajnabi ke wapas lautne ki ummeed ka jo diya maine jalaye rakha tha wo dheere dheere bujhne lagi thi..

Isiliye jab aap meri zindagi me aye to maine use kismat ka faisla maanke qubool kar liya...

Mujhe bhi to yahi laga!

Kambaqt Dil!

Dimag ne to is haqeeqat ko qubool kar liya tha..

Par dil maanne ko tayyar hi na tha...

Aisa nahi ke maine kabhi koshish nahi ki..

Koshish ki thi par mere dil par sirf Ajnabi chaya hua tha...

Har waqt, har ghadi wo sirf Ajnabi keliye dhadakta tha...

Kash mujhe is bath ka ehsas pehle hi ho jatha!

Aapko lagta hoga ke aisa to hota rehta hai..

Kisi se pyar karna buri baat nahi hai..

Shayad apki zindagi me bhi pehle koi ladki ayi hogi...

Ya phir nahi bhi ayi hogi...

Pyar to kabhi bhi, kisi se bhi ho jatha hai...

Kisiko dil dena galat baat nahi hai...

Isi thasalli me mai bhi ab tak jeeta raha!

Par kisi ka dil todna to galat baat hai na Raman!

Kisiko dhoka dena gunah hai na Raman!

Bilkul sahi kaha!

Haan Raman!

Maine kisi ka dil toda hai!

Kisi ko dhoka diya hai!

Aur wo koi aur nahi, wo aap hain Raman!

Aapki ye Ishita dhokebaaz hai, Bewafa hai!

Ye Ishita shadi ke ek hafte pehle apko chod kar chali gayi thi apne Ajnabi ke paas...

Agar us din Ajnabi use mil jatha to wo kabhi wapas nahi athi...

Apko akela chod dethi...

Shayad apko ye sochne pe majboor karti ke apke pyar me kya kami reh gayi...

Kami apke pyar me nahi, kami usme hai jisse aapne pyar kiya hai...

I am sorry Raman!

I am sorry!

I am very very sorry!

I know sorry se ye galti mitne to nahi wali..

Naa hi wo dard kam hone wala hai jo maine apko diya hai...

Isiliye mai apko ikhthiyaar dethi hun faisla lene ka...

Meri is gunah ki saza dene ka...

Aapka jo bhi faisla hoga wo mujhe manzoor hoga...

Aap jo saza denge mai chup chaap use seh lungi...

Kyunki I deserve this...

I don't deserve your love...

I deserve your punishment...

Kash aap meri zindagi me pehle aye hothe...

Kash meri mulaqat kabhi Ajnabi se na hui hothi...

Kash mai apke pyar ko pehle pehchan pathi...

Kash mai kabhi apko dhoka na dethi...

Kash mai pehle hi sahi faisla le pathi...

Kash...aap...aur...Ajnabi ...ek...hothe...

The words rang in my ears. I wish...

She thought that she had cheated on me, while I was the one cheating her.

She was guilty for hiding the truth, when it was me who was hiding the truth.

She assumed she was the reason for my pain, which was not true and I had been giving her pain.

I wish she was aware that I knew all this before.

I wish I had told her the truth.

I wish she forgives me.

Ishita's POV

Dedicated to the love of my life' was etched in beautiful calligraphy on the first page.

I felt something creep up my cheeks.

I checked my reflection in the mirror to find out what it was.

I had turned crimson.

God! I was blushing!

I smiled sheepishly at my reflection and slapped the back of my head for acting silly.

I shook my head and twirled the page.

I was in Bangalore for an acquaintance's wedding.

My heart skipped a beat at the mention of Bangalore.

Weddings do not fascinate me but this was one was a close friend from college and I agreed to attend the function on his insistence.

To get away from the hustle bustle of the celebrations around, I reached the railway station way before the scheduled time.

I detest travelling by trains but my friend had booked tickets for the train in advance and I had to oblige.

Bangalore and Railway stations seem to have some mysterious connection between me and him.

I sat on a bench and was checking for work emails on my phone when someone plopped next to me on the bench.

I did not bother to look at the person, so went back to my phone.

I could hear the crinkling of the bangles and jingling of the anklets after a while.

So it's a girl I concluded.

I smelt smoke inside me, I was jealous, may be.

Ripple Ripple Tap Tap I could hear the tapping of the touchscreen.

Oh she owns a Samsung phone I realised as I am very familiar to the ripple tone.

My sister owns a Samsung handset and I own an I Phone.

The never ending Apple v/s Samsung War between me and my sis is the talk of the town.

Apple v/s Samsung!!! Hehe...well he doesn't know that I and Jiju too have the war going on.

After about 15 -20 mins the tapping of the phone stopped.

She must be bored with her phone I assumed.

The jingling of the anklets sounded loud and frantic.

She is shaking her legs frantically in boredom I smiled.

Ermmm...I have that habit too.

My eyes were fixed on my phone but my mind was consciously analyzing her every moment.

I hadn't seen her yet, nor had I spoken to her but something pulled me towards her like a magnet attracting the iron fillings.

I for some reason could not digest this fact.

My eyes craved to see her but my mind said its inappropriate to check out someone like that.

My heart wished to initiate a conversation but my conscience warned me of leaving a bad impression on her.

Good job mind and conscience! I like you two...Why should he look at some random girl?

Just when Eyes V/S Mind and Heart V/S Conscience war was taking place, I heard her say I Hate Waiting.

OMG! This girl is so much like me.

My mind said This is your chance. Grab the opportunity Dude! and I immediately turned towards her.

Oh No! Mind! You switched your party? I am not liking you anymore.

The moment I saw her, my brain seems to have caught an FM signal as it started playing

Mai agar kahoon tumsa haseen

Kayenath me nahi hai kahin

Tareef ye bhi to sach hai kuch bhi nahi

Beautiful is an understatement, Divine would not describe her enough

Kisi zaban me bhi

Wo lafz hi nahi

Ke jinme tum ho kya

Tumhe bata sakoon

I shifted uncomfortably. I didn't like the fact that Raman was mesmerised by some random girl's beauty.

I waited for her to turn towards me. She didn't.

She is not interested. Mind your own business dude! My mind prodded and turned back to my phone.

Ermmm...Mind! I sort of like you for this...

My eyes were not ready to listen to my mind.

They wanted to see her and keep staring at her.

My mind exercised its control over my eyes not letting them move.

My eyes threatened to rebel and stealthily glanced at her from a corner.

She was looking intently at a hoarding.

She must be trying to read the instructions I guessed.

Does she know Kannada? Is she a native of Bangalore? Questions plopped.

She turned back to her phone with a frown.

So she does not know Kannada I understood.

Why is he so bothered about that girl? Doesn't he have any other job to do?

"I hate my phone" I heard her say.

Wow another chance! You are lucky dude! Go for it my mind said and my eyes immediately obeyed by turning towards her completely.

She was looking at me from the corner of her eyes.

So she has noticed my presence I gathered.

All this seems so familiar! Have I read this before? Can't be! It is a manuscript so I assume it is not published yet...Then why do I have a feeling that I have known this before?

My conscience showed a green flag to initiate conversation.

Just as I was about to start speaking, her phone rang.

Bad luck dude! My conscience mocked.

My ears straightened. It is wrong to eaves drop my conscience butted in.

I am not eavesdropping, she is loud enough for a deaf to hear my ears countered.

Akka she said.

So she is a South Indian I discovered.

Not a Kannadiga though I remembered.

Must be a Tamilian I suspected.

"pichle adhe ghante se mai train ka wait kar rahi hun. And you know how much i..."

hate waiting I completed for her in my mind.

She paused for a moment.

Must be checking if I turned towards her I concluded.

Oh shit! Bangalore, Railway station, bench, Samsung, shaking legs, Hoarding, I hate waiting, I hate my phone, Phone Call, Akka allthis points in one direction! Can it be true?

My eyes grew wide in shock and I quickly turned the page over to confirm my suspicion.

"Whatt?" she screamed.

Her Akka must have revealed something shocking I imagined.

"You know ke mai shadi nahi karna chahti" she complained.

Oh she has got a proposal I sulked.

"Use promise nahi emotional blackmail kehte hain" she fumed.

So she is being forced I smiled.

"Ayyo Amma! I am going to kill you" she shrieked.

She is dangerous I gulped.

I gulped and turned pages after pages frantically.

"Just because I love SRK & Novels I am not going to marry some stranger" she threatened.

Sounds romantic I smirked.

"I hate strangers" she yelled.

Golden opportunity to initiate a conversation. Now you know her enough to make an impression on her. Go grab it dude my conscience permitted and I took the opportunity by declaring

"Itni nafrat achhi baat nahi hai"

Ajnabi??? This can be none other than Ajnabi.

I twirled another page to find out more.

And then the convo continued.

She is the one for me I realised.

Somehow I convinced her for the Char Kadam.

The most amazing Char Kadam of my life.

I will savour it all my life.

I wished the Char Kadam never ended. But it was supposed to end.

I prayed her train never came. But it had to come.

I hoped to stay in touch with her. But it wasn't destined to happen.

I dialed her number but she had no currency. The call didn't get connected.

This is definitely my story...

But how does Raman know all this?

Does Raman know Ajnabi?

Is Raman Ajnabi?

How is that possible?

I had to find out the answer to all these questions. I continued reading.

As soon as her train left, I ran to a mobile shop outside the railway station to get her phone recharged

Crash...

End of Chapter 1

Part 31 (b)

Chapter 2

Love at first sight! Sounds so clich.

I, being a very practical person, was never excited by such ideas until I lay my eyes on her.

The moment I saw her, I knew she was the one.

People who knew me would never believe that a person with rough exterior like me could fall in love. Deeply, madly and irrevocably in love.

It might seem so unreal that I fell in love with someone who I do not know, but still know. Does that make any sense???? Let me explain!

Who is she? Where is she?

When I ask myself these questions, some weird answers come up.

Who is she? MY LOVE

Where is she? IN MY HEART

And then some more questions with logical answers make way

Does she know me? CERTAINLY NOT

Does she remember me? CERTAINLY NOT

Does she love me? CERTAINLY NOT

Wanna know why?

Simple logic: How could a person know, remember and love a person whom she has never seen!

Did he just say that!?

------------------------------To be continued--------------------------

Start guessing! Rather stop guessing!

Raman hi Ajnabi hai????? Plastic Surgery????

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