Ishan was sitting on the rooftop , bathed in the soft afternoon glow looking more radiant and elegant , staring at somewhere far , where the sky was slowly embracing the Sun inside himself.

For the last few days he had been feeling very restless. He often feel an emptiness inside his heart like something is missing , something very important and maybe very close to his heart. For countless times he had felt two arms wrapping around him , a warm body , very intimate touches , whenever he sees a dream like this he wakes up being hella sewaty and totally wet.

While touching himself , just before reaching climax his closed eyes always meet with a pair of eyes.

Ishan is a big fan of love stories and badly wants one of his own.

Just like those stories , he too wants a prince who will love him to the end of the world and beyond that.

Like those stories his prince will also be 6 foot tall.

He will also have a well built body.

He will also have a dimple smile.

He will also have those eyes which will be dripping love.

Ishan always blushes madly at these thoughts.

Ishan wants a love story but somewhere he feels restless at the thought of having one.

Whenever he finds someone interesting or handsome his mind feels with an unknown guilt like he is cheating on someone.

Mayank had tried to set him with some eligible persons but everytime in spite of trying hard he had felt the lack of a specific warmth.

The warmth he is dying to get.

The warmth , Aditi and Mayank had failed him to give.

The pair of eyes which always haunt him.

And finally he felt the warmth and met with those exact pair of eyes.

Even though for a mere fraction of second.

Even though at the most unexpected place.

He felt it when that unknown person called him.

He felt it when that man whose eyes were dripping in love and longing begged infront of him.

He felt it when those warm hands touched his skin.

He felt it when pearl like teras slipped out uncontrollably from those eyes.

Eyes, he was dying to see.

Is this how love feels?

Magical yet bothering.

Ishan looked down at the page of his dairy where he wrote months ago.....

Choti choti baato pe rone lag jata hoon
Gale laga loge kya?
Pyaar se manao to maan jata hoon
Mana loge kya?
Vo jo meri muskan ke piche dard chupa reheta hay
Jaan loge kya?
Vo jab may thak jata hoon
To pyaar doge kya?
Tabiat bigad jati hay khudka dhyaan rakhna vul jata hoon
Dhyaan rakhoge kya?
Andar se khali hoo chuka hoon pura
Vo khalipan dur kar doge kya?
Akele hone se darta hoon
Sath doge kya?
May aysa hoon jiske andar ek bachaa kaid hay
Sambhal loge kya?

Shubman was crassing the lined , he wrote after ages under his thumbs , mindlessly with an adoring smile tugged into his lips.

He has been sitting like this since he got the news , since Abhishek Sharma has confirmed that Ishan wouldn't get his memory back , NEVER.

Sara tried to say something but Shubman was frozen , frozen for a brief moment , all the memories flooding in front of his eyes , devastating him , truing his heart upside down.

But was he just devastated?

Broken?

Nope..

After a brief moment of feeling the harsh reality a small smile tugged on Shubman's lips , worrying Sara more.

Reality is harsh.

Isn't it?

But, when was it easy to them?

Through out their whole love sroty they had faced cruel reality.

Did they back off ?

Maybe yes, for a time being. But maybe destiny wants them to be each others only. Despite of the harsh reality, complx social norms their desire is tied together with a thin red string of fate.

Destiny wants them to have a fairytale love story where they have small house and a family.

Sayad yaha nehi paharo ki peeche wali duniya me.

"Shub , please say something....."

Sara shooked him out of his dreamland. She looked terrified at this point.

Keya huya?

Shubman asked as if noting has happened.

"You are asking me? Shubman , are you okay? You don't seem fine , you----"

Sant sant maate.
Shubman chukled at her terrified expression.

Keya janna chahati hoon , may itna sant kayse hoon?

Sara nodded.

Shubman sighed....

Sara aj mujhe ek baat samajh ayi...

Hamari kahani likhi huyi hay , aur ye hona hi tha. Kismat ne mujhe ek dusra mouka diya hay. Agar Ishan ko sab yaad hota to sayad woh mujhe kavi maaf nehi karta. Par aab mere pass mouka hay use firse apna bana ne ka. Yakin mano woh mera banne ke liye hi iss duniya me aya hay. Aur....

"Aur?"

Shubman laughed wholeheartedly....

I kind of missed the feeling of falling in love. Woh bechaniya , woh dil ki dhakhane tej ho jana , woh use ek bar dekhne ki tadap , uski muskan dekhke woh pighal jana....I missed these Sara , I really did.

It was hard for Sara to believe , this is the same Shubman he married , the same Shubman who never even gave a whole Herted smile to her.

She couldn't match this lovesick man with the one she knew or she thought she knew.

This was the moment she knew , she took the best decision of her life.

After ages Shubman again wrote something for the same person though....

Tu jaysa hay wayse hi rahe,
Samvhal lunga

Har baat pe muskura dena,
Uss muskan ke peeche ka dukh jaan lunga.

Choti choti baato pe chidna,
Pyaar se mana lunga.

Thak jana pure din ke bad,
Pyaar se gale laga lunga.

Jab vul jata hay apna khayal rakhna,
Pure dil se dhyan rakhunga.

Tere sare dukh samjaye wagar hi samajh lunga.

Tere andar ke khali pan ko har khusi se var dunga.

Aur woh jo bachha kaid hay na tere andar ,
Wada raha usko samvhaal lunga...

P.S: I myself forgot the plot. So had to go through the whole story before writing.

So , how many of you are still connected to the story?

Can't blame you cause I , myself lost the connection.

But please let me know....

My writting still exites you or not?

Do you still wait for update?

Do you still feel connected to the lines?