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She pulled my hand towards her and kissed it.

'Now, can I say something?' she asked me.

'Hmm ... Yes.'

'I am so fortunate to have you in my life. The way you take care of me, protect me, love me ... I

know our relationship does not need words like 'thank you' and 'sorry' but there is one thing which

you did today and won my heart, for which I can't help thanking you.' She paused for a while and

then said, 'Shall I tell you what it was?'

'Hmm.'

'I really wanted to thank you for those beautiful words you whispered in my ear, in your room.

That you wouldn't do anything our conscience did not permit. You won my heart one more time

when you

promised me that there would be nothing that I did not like, nothing that I'd regret later. For a girl,

those words mean a lot and I am glad you said them. I love you so much but, more than that, I respect

you for what you are.'

She opened her heart to me. In that moonlight, sitting beside her on that rickshaw, sailing in that

pool of water, I realized how happy she was. Maybe that's why her eyes got wet and happiness

dropped off her eyelashes.

'I love you neilu ... Always be with me in good times and in bad, just the way you are now,' she

said.

'I promise,' I said, wiping her tears.

Our romantic, moonlight safari ended when we reached her home. At the gate were riya and her

mother who, after breathing a sigh of relief on seeing her daughter, walked back inside showing her

motherly anger.

We got down and I asked the rickshaw-walla to wait for five minutes. At

the gate I asked riya, 'What's her mood?'

'Till now she was worried, but now it's time for her to show anger. But she won't say much

because you're here,' riya replied, smiling.

'Chal, I'll take care of that. But hey! Thank you soooooooo much for helping us so far.'

And the three of us marched in, with me in front.

I saw Mumma sitting in the drawing room. Without caring that my wet jeans were spoiling their

carpet, I went to her. Just like any mother in this world would have felt, she too was angry. Without

saying a word to her, I kneeled down in front of her. Yes, I was on my knees in front of my future

mother-in-law, looking in her eyes.

Very politely I told her, 'avni ki koi galti nahi hai is mein. Ye saara plan mera tha. And you

can punish me for that.' (And I said to myself, 'Please do it fast, I have to catch my plane in a few

hours. Standing at the door, both the sisters looked at me. I don't know what they thought. Was I brave or

stupid? I did not want avni to keep answering her mother's questions after my departure so I tried

to sort things out, as far as possible, while I was present. I did what I felt would safeguard her.

The next moment, Mumma helped me get up and said, 'Ise itna pyaar karti hu naa, isliye itni

chinta hoti hai iski. Thodey dino mein chale jaana hai isne yahaa se aapke ghar ...' She melted

inside, thinking about her beloved daughter. All mothers are so emotional, even mine was.

She further said that we could have told her the truth and then left in the evening. She wouldn't

have said no. ('Of course, she would not have said no for dil bechara, but what about hotel?' I was

still talking to myself.)

Well, that's how I handled the situation back at her place. When I checked my watch next, it was

midnight and I had to leave for hotel, crossing the same pool of water, the same brawls and the

same border, in the same watery car. Time was still running out and, if everything went well, I

would be at Indira Gandhi International Airport in another five hours.

The atmosphere at her place was much better now. I walked down to the bathroom, badly needing

to pee. Of course, being in those wet jeans for almost two hours and surrounded by water and more

water, it was only natural.

A little later, back at the main gate, all the three ladies waved me goodbye. But I waved to the one

standing ahead of everybody. I felt so different again. I was waving to the girl with whom I spent the

longest day of my life, the girl with whom I enjoyed the best hour of my life. And I kept looking at

her till my rickshaw took a left turn and she slipped out of my field of vision and I from hers.

In a short while, I was back in the cab. The water level on road had gone down and the conditions

were better now. We didn't have too many problems going back. The traffic was negligible by then,

though I still saw a few dead vehicles on either side of the road.

Every fifteen-twenty minutes, avni kept calling me on my mobile to check if everything was

fine. She told me she was out of her wet attire and was lying in her cute night dress on her cosy bed. I

loved it when she said that. It felt like being with her again. We couldn't talk too long though, as my

cellphone's battery was dying.

I asked the driver to switch on the radio, wanting to celebrate the victory of the day or, probably,

one of the memorable victories of my life. Sitting beside the driver I pulled back my seat to stretch

my aching, wet legs. Tapping my feet (and the injured toe) gently to the music. I looked in the

rearview mirror, on my left and I saw a reflection ...

A reflection of the lights, of those vehicles struggling in the water, a reflection of the moment

when

she was resting her head on my shoulder in the rickshaw, a reflection of the time I was pushing the

cab, of the calls from her home which we were too scared to pick up. A reflection of that perfect

kiss in Room No. 300, that evening.

And, watching those reflections, I smiled and closed my eyes.

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