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Read the first part here : And This is what is called Love
Read the last part here: And This is what is called Love – 4
DISCLAIMER: ALL NAMES AND INCIDENTS ARE FICTITIOUS, blah blah and more blah is mere co-incidence.
It was a calm evening. We were sitting on the beach having the soothing waves kissing our feet. The sun was about to set and yellow and purple hue was dominant in the sky. It was a routine for us to go there and sit, getting some peaceful moments after a long day of work and stress. The grey clouds thundered above us and a raindrop fell on my cheek.
“Okay miss. Let’s go. It’s about to rain I guess.” I said to her.
“Yeah. May be. Come on help me.” She said as she stretched her hand towards me to help her stand.
I pulled her up.
“It pains no.” I said.
“What?” She asked.
“The joints. In old age. The joints start to pain, not able to stand by yourself.” I said.
“You…” She said as she ran towards me to hit me.
“Hey.. hey.. wait..” I said as I laughed while mockingly defending myself from the attack.
“Okay. So you want to go back or get drenched. Rain is gonna start soon.” I said.
“Get drenched. Stand here. Let’s enjoy the rain today.” She said.
“No way. You know that you catch cold if you get drenched in rain even for 5 minutes. Let’s go, come on.” I said and turned back to leave.
“Adi..” She said.
I turned back. She was on her knees.
“What are you doing stupid girl.” I asked.
“Breaking the stereotypes.” She said.
“What?” I asked in amusement. “But whatever it is we’ll discuss it later. Let’s go now, you’ll fall ill otherwise.”
“Shush Mr.Sharma,” she said, “you see that’s what makes you special. Even though you love rains, but you’re willing to leave just because I’ll fall ill. You’ve always been like this, just caring for me. You’ve always been there in my ups and downs, expecting nothing in return. You’ve seen every bit of me and still never judged me. You’ve always been a constant support, standing by me every time I need. You’ve made me understand that home isn’t a place but a feeling, a feeling that you always provide me with your so frequent hugs. You know how to handle me and my mood swings. You’ve this super power to sense my mood and act accordingly. You know when to scold me, when to teach me, when to calm me down and when to hold me up. You’ve always said that I’m your best friend, but Mr. Sharma, I would like to be more than that. I’ve always thought that what would you think if I ever told you all this, and I was always waiting for the right time, but the last night when you said that good things take time and the right time to take a step ahead is now, is when I knew that it’s the time for me to confess. I always thought of this, to break the stereotype and to go like this, because I knew Mr. Sharma you would never do this. Every small thing that you did for me took my heart for you. I never knew if the things will go on as I think, but I believed that maybe someday if the stars align properly, we shall make our own constellation. So today I want to let you know that there is someone who loves you with all her heart and is eager to spend her whole life with you. So Mr. Sharma, would you like to tolerate my madness even more and forever?”
I kept calm with tears in my eyes. It was a dream come true.
“Say yes idiot,” she shouted, “my legs are paining now.”
I laughed and said, “Yes, yes I will. I will be there for you sweetheart, now and forever.”
“Gosh..” she said as she fell on the ground, tired, but smiling.
I kept standing there, controlling my tears, watching her and smiling. I’ve got what I wanted.
I sat down to her and asked, “In all these years?”
“Every second.” She said.
“Come one now, help me get up.” She said raising her hand towards me.
I pulled her up.
“It pains no?” I asked.
“You…” She said as she ran towards me to hit me.
I took a step forward and held her in my arms. And as I held her in my tight embrace, I could only wish for a time machine that would keep bringing me back to that same moment in time. ‘Present Perfect’ took a whole new meaning that day.
“Mr. Sharma,” she said.
“Hmm..” I whispered.
“I saw what you did last night. You didn’t wish on that shooting star. And I know you think you’re too old for this, and that wishing on a meteor, as you like to call it, is absurd, but I would like to remind you mister, wishes do come true. What’s happening now has always been my wish and it has come true now.” She said.
“Yes. My wish too have come true now.” I said.
With that a heavy downpour started, I took off my jacket and strike the Aashiqui 2 pose, the jacket above both of us, creating an intense atmosphere. We gazed at each other for a moment and then leaned forward. As I leaned forward, closed my eyes and tilted my head a bit towards right, drops of water fell on my face. To look from where it came, I opened my eyes, and my mom was standing there, smiling at me. I was shocked. I looked around only to find out that whatever just happened was just a dream.
“Ohh mom!” I exclaimed as I got up from bed.
“What? And what were you dreaming huh? You were constantly smiling.” Came the questions from my mom.
“Nothing mom. Just met your daughter-in-law.” I said with a smile.
“Great. Come on now. Get up and get ready. You need to go to the station to receive your uncle. Talk to your wife later on.” Mom said.
The youngest kid is the driver of the family :’) .
Tujhse rukhsat hona bhale hi mukammal na ho
Lekin fir bhi chalti nahi tere bin zindagaani meri.
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