Pick Me Out of Many….


Pick me out of many,

Place me in your favourites, Please me in the best of your times,

Pardon me if I don’t Repeat the same.

Pardon me if I don’t repeat the same…..

Not because I can’t do , But because I can’t Express…

I have my layers of Availability which is somehow practically not visible.

Not Visible because of my existence..

Existence to Feel and Express.

Yes I do Expect a lot from me,

but I know my expectations are not worthy Enough..

Worthy Enough to withstand with the demands..

My list is Ready for you.

Just Pick me out of many..

Place me in your favourites..

Please me in the Best of Your Times

And Pardon me if i Don’t Repeat the same.

Pardon Me If I Don’t Repeat the same..

Thank you

©

RPR

आँखे बदमाश है …


आँखे बदमाश है …

आँखे बदमाश है 

जो हमेशा  तुम पर टीकि रहती है…

जी हाँ..
बदमाश है आँखे,

जो हमेशा  तुम पर टीकि रहती है

हाँ मै जरुर शरीफ हूं
जो किसी और  को कभी नहीं देखता ।

The Untitled love…


You know what, one day when you will sit and recall about it , you will be unhappy with your self, as you will see yourself as coward, as you never tried it for yourself and for the sake of your love. You always waited for some miracle to occur,which is not at all acceptable,

you can’t have such attitude, you will feel that you should have took some important measures to prove your love to her, at least a confident confession would have been easy to breathe situation you would feel.

I feel really bad for all such one sided lovers who never took an initiative, they have issues of becoming looser if she / he rejects, they become image conscious, they think they are not financially equal, they think they are not that in good looks and all, but some where some how they manages to love and like, they confess it to the whole world but never to the one they love.

And in the end they see that they are in the loosing side. And the reason for that is their coward behavior.

I always feel that one should fight in the best way till the end ,irrespect of the result, you can’t leave the Warfield without fighting,

There is no point of feeling bad and regretting about it later.

Show some courage you may find the same sort of emotions from the other side as well, and if not just move on with it as at least you gave your best to make your love count,

You can sleep better and live better as you tried.

Don’t opt for an untitled love in your life.

Love with courage to confess it ,


***Loving without courage to express and loosing in the end , is a real shame to the love. Say it with confidence and accept the outcome with smile.

This is What Suits You..


Moon
Sun
Stars
And
You, Should shine Forever,
Because This is What Suits You.

Shine Forever like the Diamonds,
Even More than The Diamonds,
Yes More And More,
Because This is What suits You….
This is what defines you.

You are The One who should never be Dim and Dark.
The Charm Of Your Face should never get faded.
The Aura of Your Persona should never get Diminish,
The Beauty of your Eyes should never get Lesser,
Should Never get lesser at all,
Because This is What suits You….

Darling,
Nothing Can Break You,
Nothing can ever overshadow You,
Nothing can ever Bother you my love,
Just Smile and shine Always,

jennifer winget

Because This is What suits you,
This is What Suits You The Most …..

.


The Right Girl !


Just Not the Right Girl for you!

As I smoke & Drink sometimes , and you don't,

Just not the Right Girl for you ,

As I Don't Pray much,

Just not the Right Girl for you,
As I laugh Louder than any other girl,

Just Not the Right Girl,
as I wear Some Clothes which are short and you don't like such clothes,

Just Not the Right Girl,
as I Care for others more than me, and you don't ,

Just Not the Right Girl , 
as I Don't share my problems and Pain , as you want it to be,

Just not the right Girl,
 as I Am a free Bird ,and you want to have a puppet for you,


I can't be that Girl with Limited Words as I speak a lot at times,

I can't be your Miss Right all the time.

As I want to fly and you want someone without wings.

So Dude,
You are free to have such Puppets more and more ,

I am not the Right choice for you.
Thank You

Some More Cigarettes Please. . .




Laying in pain, on the corners of Road,
Without any serious sense of shyness,

 

Also sitting sometimes near the balcony,

Thinking about You, And The Fate.




With this white smoke all around my face,
And  A Cigarette in my hand, And even many more packets of cigarettes,
with a lighter to put fire.
Closing my eyes , and taking the smoke inside my body,

Mixing it with my respiratory organs and destroying them ,

With my eyes filled with tears and all colored in red.




Smoking it like we breathe for living ,
Craving for it like kids do for food.

But Loosing Hopes of  Living a life.

Ignoring the Dangers involved in it, 
As every next choke of smoke gives some artificial goodness,
with lots and lots of worries. Everything seems disappearing slowly.

I know It's like a self destruction.
I know there is nothing like heroism in it.
I know it's not good for health,
Yes of course It's not magical.
It is not a healer not even a pain killer.
It's just that I am terribly addicted to it,
It will kill me someday,
May be with more pain than what I have now,
It may be unbearable for me then,
But still I want some more..
Some More Cigarettes Please.
,

**Fictional & And I Don’t Smoke.

 

**Smoking is Injurious to Health.

feathers


Feathers,

soft and glossy

Some Red,

And Some Dark blue…

Some long, some short..

Some feels like velvet,

Some like wool.

Some sticks with the hands

Some just kisses every time you touch..

Like a beautiful Fur..

Fur to feel the sensations,Ecstasy..

And Notions of love..

Some makes you feel cozy & shy..

Some bring back the hidden smiles within you.

Some fantasizes you with the touch,

some makes you feel love

And some Reminds you of someone you lost.

Notes for self.


I left them,

They will say what they want,

I have my things to do,

I know how to do,

I will do it.

Let them watch me,

And my Glory with some fake appreciations.

I need not to prove.

I am here for my own good.

Yes I am doing good now,

But will do a bit more better than this for sure.


Good Night

Lost’


Someone,

someday ,

somehow…

Just Disappeared .

With some anxiety and plenty of Questions,

Pain,

And confusion.

Just Disappeared

And Lost ..

Lost to find someone..

Lost to find happiness..

Lost to find Life..

Rather

Lost to find the own individuality.

Lost to find the soul,

Success,

And smile.

Let’s find the Lost one

Beauty of her Eyes


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Beauty of her eyes has changed my perception,

Yes it has changed me as well.

I think i am good enough to feel good about me,

Yes I can see the mirror for a while now,

As I feel I look good.

I look good because she feels I look good.

She thinks and she says the same.

I am more positive & poised .

I have more things to look at.

My eyes are wider now, with confidence.

My smile is more happening.

I am more than happy now.

Yes I do prefer better clothes,

As I want to look and praised more and more.

The beauty is in her eyes,

as I am still the same .



LOVE STAYS..


More than the world I have my views clear …

As I know it better than he , she and the one next to both,

I have my gut feel which is stronger than any evidence,

Evidence, 🙂 Do I need it?

I with my emotionally unbalanced state, confess that ,

Dear I still love you a lot, and it is literally impossible for me to look think and feel beyond you.

My Every single aspect of life is evolved about you, and it is still around you.

I may forget the biggest of things, or even the tiny little things at the same time,

But I am unable to forget you, with or without the forgiveness.

I am a kind of person who is still pertaining with your memories, in my real world even after years of detachment.

Yeah it is questionable, it is unacceptable.

But I have my set of answers and the questions.

I have my acceptance to the things. So I don’t need any other approval,

Feelings are stronger sometimes than the barriers,

Loving you as ever my love.

Can’t Help.

God Bless You.


*** I personally don’t prefer clean shaves.

POWER CUT : a love tale


It was around 6Pm,

and one hour was still there to leave the place,

Then what we felt that a power cut could be a good idea to have a little kiss near the godown, at the backyard of the office.

Actually it was her plan before the Long office tour of mine.

I really liked the idea and did the power cut through the help of electrician , and asked him to switch off his phone for a while and give some relatable excuse, things will be managed by me ,

He did the same without a question, and smiled back with a wink, I tapped over his shoulder and gave some bribe for the sake of love.

My girl has been informed the same, and she already reached the place with so many butterflies in her stomach, as this was our first time in the office premises,

Power cut …., and within 5 minutes everyone left the place with a joy of break from work , then slowly I reached the place ,

She was there , near the door of panel room,

I smiled at her she was blushing and it was dark all-around.

I just thought to look around me whether anyone is there or not, but in between that she dragged me towards her, and whispered “no one is here baby.., Don’t waste time” .

She kissed with some serious passion, and one could see the shine in her eyes, she quickly gone opposite to her shy nature which itself is a remarkable change.

Her thin lips were craving for a long lock with my lips, and my hands were around her neck and hair to hold her head tight.

We both started kissing in the dark messy room,

We both were kissing…

Kissing with the breathe choking smooches.

And with a passion full of love..

We lost each other in the moment there,

we were inseparable,

and we wanted to have so much more in between than just kissing, but we were still kissing,

and we hardly noticed that the office fellows are there who may come at any time,

Thanks to the electrician who reminded that he has to come back and switch the power ON.

We realized the same, and left the place with many more unfulfilled desires.

Thank you

*** A Fictional Tale 🙂

Reading a wrong Book!


At the end, yes almost of the completion rather say the actual start of it, I came to know that I am a reading a wrong book,

Book with multiple reasons to get attracted,

May be like an illusion…

To fall for a read, like a mild love story with moderate title.

With soothing songs, and sentimental scenes.

Just like we want that one particular well structured cake with some serious decoration in a bakery.

I picked , purchased and started Reading…

And it took really time for me to realize that I am onto something very different from my expectations..

It is a negative book ,with a concept negatively compiled, heart draining with the every single aspect of it.

Don’t Fall for it, Don’t fall for it..

Don’t waste your energy and time, throw it before it destroys you,

It is poisonous..

It took sometime for me to realize but it is good that I am out of it now..

Someone said it right…

Don’t Judge a book by it’s cover

lovE & paiN


Love is pain and pain is love

Both are on the same page and both are with one another.

Both are not easy to handle,

both makes you strong,

Both needs more and more of you.

Both will either make you or break you,

Why we love to have love , and want pain with it,,?

Sometimes without our choice, Will and demand we taste both

Live with love and love with pain so that we could live and love and feel the pain as a part of it

Pain gets lesser when we have our best partners to cope up,

Love gets more and actually grows when we have best partners,

so both are same in terms of demand, love grows and pain diminishes with our best possible partners,

Love is medicine which cures from the disease called pain,

Love your love always, like you love your love like no one else can love ever.

And your love never feel any pain even in a pain.

Why always me and not you..!


Hey listen ,

Why I need to say hello to you every time after your bye..

Why?

Tell me why?

Why always me the first and not you..

Why you can’t say the same to me ..

Why you feel it different from me to Approach..

Why you don’t feel the same eagerness to talk..

Why you are so selective and reactive..

Why you can’t initiate the first step..

Why?

Tell me why?

Why always me and not you?

Don’t Go..


Listen,

Don’t go,

Don’t go to bed !

Let’s stay awake in love as I don’t want to sleep and loose you even in my dreams.

Let’s stay away from fights as I know I can’t win and also I don’t want you to loose.

Let’s stay in love to feel you in me and me in you regardless of our distance in between.

Let’s stay away from egos and angers, and stay happy.

Let’s stay in life with our dreams, so that you and me don’t need any other day to live .

Hey ,

how could you go for sleep. When I have so much to ask and many more to share.

Kisses and many more.


She with an image of introvert, more of a book worm,

A simple, And Shy looking girl,

with long black hair , always oiled and tied !!!

And with specs ,

Falls in love with a guy,

who was not so good in the good books of any father,

With some messy hair,And untamed Beard.

with An Ear Ring for a show off, and a street fighter with profession.

but nervous in talking to girls.

He finds it tough to approach for romance.

Because Loving an introvert girl is not that easy at least as per the perception.

As one can’t force any other.

So, the girl understands his side and breaks the shackles of her own created barriers ,

She calls him to her house, with a loose hair and dim light ,

she smiles and removes her specs, with some tempting dress and a naughty pull towards her through his neck ,

looks at him and asks ” you being a macho scared of what??? , don’t you think I am like any other girl who likes love.

And in between her talks she holds him tight and kiss him on his lips with her own eyes closed .

The girl is not the same book worm and introvert at the kissing,

And she kissed him with all the hidden desires and passion.

And then the Guy kiss her with a more manly approach, he also feels good about it as they both have crossed their barrier.

and so, they both shared a passionate romance ,

And loving each other like they are carefree in love…

with some noisy kisses and many other things.

Return if you find it.


A Part of Mine is Missing,

I have been seeking and searching it’s Existence,

But I think I lost it,

Yeah,

I lost my heart and so my smile.

Check if it is there with you,

Please Return if you find it.

It has been there with me,

But I lost it,

Lost it from the last hug of yours ,

Just Check it,

you may find it somewhere,

Around your heart,

May be around your perfume,

Even around your Mirror,

Return it, if you find it.





Option / choice.


I wish I could have stopped her , a bit more,

I tried my best,

but she had priorities,…

And many more reasons to leave.

I wanted her to stay ,

Sit and talk more About she and me.

But she went as she felt going is a better option,.

Then talking to me.

Or she may have better things to do than talking to me.

I felt like ,

I am an option,

not a choice

Not a serious aspect,

Just a time pass Material!!

Who has been played,

And left after sometime.

Don’t Hide…


Yes I am happy..

I like the little cute smiles,

and the naughty winks of mine,

I wanted all this to happen for me,

Yes This is something different,

its special.

But still I am not accepting it,

I am hiding it,

I want to stay away from this,

I am staying at some distance without my honest will,

But this is quite cautionary,

I am hiding my emotions and the reactive notions.

I am hiding the cute little love.

I want loneliness not love,

May be I am avoiding it with the restricted barriers.

I don’t think I should love,

or i need a love story now,

I am good with the tears,

don’t want someone to wipe out,

I am loving this love but I think I can’t love,

I should not love.

I hope my emotions are not evident to the world,

I hope I can hide it well.

Yes I would prefer to hide my
Happiness,

My Feelings,

My Emotions,

And

My love.


*Don’t Hide your Emotions . Love , Hate , Anger, or Happiness just show it , feel it . it is good to speak and sort it out, no restricted barriers should come in between of your feelings and confrontations.

You Betrayed yourself .


jennifer winget

I am Broken

Sad

Alone

And

Empty.

But still Don’t want to Be in love with you as you don’t need it, as you don’t deserve it, as you don’t respect it,

You want darkness and the sadness,

And of course the Pain .

You may have many things to live and like, but you still need that one thing which you will never get , because you betrayed yourself,

you cheated yourself more, than anyone, You Idiot.

May you find heart and heartbeats as a human being . As you sound Alien to me sometimes, who has more of nothingness than anything to cherish .

God Bless you,

May you find yourself better someday.

May you find better reasons to live love and laugh.

Get well soon.

Let’s Love Again..



Let’s love

A bit more than the last time,

Like you say ” Lost in love”

This Red Rose is still a bud,

But it is like your favorite Flower,

I plucked it from the public garden,

And Just few drops of rain over it ,

makes it even more beautiful,

Like you look, when you loose your silky hair,

Let’s love,

And love even more,

Like we did,

in the rain,

Under your blue Umbrella,

Yes We kissed in public without any shyness,

As the love overshadowed the crowd around

Let’s love, Again

And love even more,

Let’s kiss Again ,

Even with the Rise of sun,

also in the Rise of moon,

Let’s love again ,

Near the favorite Lake with some coconut trees,

And some natural dim light,

Yes, Let’s Love Again!!!


Good Day

I love for life


I Believe in love , and loving for life.

I am not like these modern day lovers,

who change love on daily basis.

I am an old school lover, I love for life.

Love is beyond physical intimacy for me,

It’s like the connection of two individuals eternally,

For which they don’t need to have any official relationship,

any named relation,

any talks, any eye contacts

any face offs,

and not even any other connection physically.

Just their soul connects.

And I am sad that I don’t find people like me anymore .

And She said It…


jennifer winget

In A competition,

When she was asked to write about me by looking at me,

she left it blank and said

“I can’t write about him , as I feel I shouldn’t waste my time to write about him, when he is in front of me, I would rather prefer to watch him, and just keep on watch him…

Like my eyes got stuck at him,

Like my world has paused at him,

Like I don’t care for being watched by the world when I am looking at him.

Like he is the only one in the world to look and I am the only lucky one with the eyes to look at him.

Yes of course I watch him daily but that’s just not Enough for me,

I can spend my life watching him.

He is so much of love,

I can’t take my eyes away of him when he is there around me,

I prefer to watch him in anything and everything i do.

I kiss his photographs when no one is watching without a mark of my lips at his photos “

And Guess What,

I being her competition at other End , smiling , Blushing , and filled with love and happiness applauded for her .

And said ” I feel the same for you my love but yes I couldn’t have said this in front of everyone.

And yes please give her the Prize she won it without any doubts like she won my heart.”

With a smile .


jennifer winget

She with a little smile, Enough to Bring Glitters , came to my dream, asked me How are you?

I was angry with her even in the dream, I never replied to her, but yes looked at her with confusion and hesitation,

Confusion was there as i was not expecting her to meet me and ask how are you?

Hesitation was there as I was not sure that I should be looking at her or not,Being Aware of the current dynamics.

She was in a Black suit with her head wrapped with a Black Mantilla.

She looked Pretty in the attire like she ever did,

it was enough for me to feel that I am fallen in love with you again.

But she smilingly said you should get married now,

its enough of me,

I don’t deserve this much of love, I left you and its high time, you should move on,

Yes it is different from your perception, as you love with more passion and sincerity, but yes this how it has to be,

And God is there to punish me for all the Bad things I did to you,

I think You deserve a far better girl than me, that’s why all this happened,

I feel bad for being not with you , but I know you hate Me now, and I deserve all the hate.

I could see her crying with some tears and eyes filled with Guilt.

Than she left and the visuals got blurred,

I don’t know

I don’t remember, anything after that, she left and I tried to stop her but I failed,

The Dream was over!!

Then my mom came with a newspaper from outside and said ” that Guy again gave the wrong newspaper to us.”

I smiled and took the Newspaper.

Thank you

What They Never said!


They said you may burn, you’re using fire as your Darling,

They said you may get poisonous, you’re cuddling with a snake,

They said you may get shock, you’re are hanging out with current,

They said you may fall, you’re are buzzing around a rock.

They said you may you may drowned, you’re swimming across the river in rain.

They said This,

And They said That,

Actually They said Everything

Like Snake, Rock,River, Fire and current !

But ,

They never said Directly That you shouldn’t love her !

Which was needed the most,

Come on Guys,

How could I Believe in such Hints , Being Obsessed to Her, ?


*We should be clear with our words and Actions always.

a beautiful woman


Photo by Amir SeilSepour on Pexels.com
Blink ! may be with an unnoticed wink
a wave without an eye contact
a smile with some penetrating stares at here and there
of course everywhere,
blowing kisses for the air if not for me, as per the pretending

some day in red
some day in black 
blue also but not necessarily for the mondays


with layers of makeup coated and jewels placed near the neck
 some heavy touch ups of eye shadows and mascara
with your printed embroidery clothes
and the multi colored shawls.

yes i noticed every time, 
when you reaped your lips to make it even more red and pinkish,
also when you purposely lifted your feet to show the design of alta{Dye}.

you really looked like a women with a heart that beats faster than normal,
when looked at me.
you really made me feel special with your constant searching eyes, 
and unanswered and puzzling hints,

the beauty of you is so beautiful that i never felt the need of knowing you, 
or talking to you
as you speak and tell a lot with your eyes, 
which i could sense but could not reciprocate

you came to my dreams quite a few times  
as i can`t wish to have you in my reality 
you will be there in my mind  as a beautiful woman
 with some unsaid plans for me , and also some hidden fantasies.

i feel for you for being unresponsive
 but yes i have the valid reasons.
and yes you made me feel good about myself. 



Reading The Same Book


Reading the same book

Based on Love,

and Romance,

Reading the same book,

We liked the most,

Based on Affections,

and Emotions,

Reading the same book,

We thought to Adapt & Recompile,

Based on Me,

and You.

Reading the same book,

But,

Adding the chapters of hate and cheat,

Also, Pain and Redemption to the ending of it,

And Named it

” The Roasted Chicken.”

Looking not listening..


Most of the time she looked at him, without even murmuring a single word,

He was talking a lot, being unaware of being noticed, he explained everything what was needed regarding it.

She was looking at him like a poser poses ,with a smile and still eyes with some glittering effect in eyes.

Like a serious listener

And he was just speaking with all the professionalism without any hesitation or confusion,

as he was a sincere and dedicated sales officer came to demonstrate about the product for which he was assigned.

She liked his speaking skills more than anyone as she was not listening him, and she never cared that he speaks fast and non stop.

For her it was more like seeing someone very pure at eyes and innocent with looks.

it was like something special in front of her which she really liked and loved looking at.

And for him, talking to her was just making sure that he could convince her for the purchase of the product.

He explained everything, and asked whether she is impressed with product or not ? She has any doubts or what? She would purchase it or not?

She replied I am very happy with the product but would like to understand about it more deeply, so she asked him to explain the entire product again,(purposely she said)

He explained her for three times, (without any anger)

And finally she bought it with a smile and took the word to help her if needed regarding the usage, by the visit or via phone.

He smiled and said sure Mam.

And then they never had any doubts and explanations between them,

as the usage of phone was quite more better than explanations and doubts of the products.


Thank You

Raising My Eye Brow…


just saw your picture the other night,

felt like I saw something really unpleasing to my heart , more than my eyes.

As I could easily recollect my moments with you,

Which I actually avoided over the years. As I hate to recollect it.

wait,

you may think I watched it purposely, but this is not what the case was,

I was scrolling my social site and I found you there with him as youprofile picture.

I actually tried to avoid watching your pic by closing my eyes & scrolling down,

but one of my eye, may be the right eye still saw your pic as it never closed.

Though It looked like I was winking at you,

but not actually,

I Just watched you and him, with a raised eyebrow .

That’s it.

But it has been a really painful experience,

as I never wanted to watch you and your pic again ,

But accidentally I watched you through your pic,

That too with the one for whom you left me.

Sad but yes I saw your pic. !

Hate you dear!!

Blueprint of love.


She came with some questions, and asked him precisely ,

As he was the most sorted guy of the group.

he actually wanted to spend more time with her, as she was his love interest,

so it was like bread and butter to him.

she started asking about love and breakups and confessed that she had bitter memory of love, he smiled

and replied you have a memory of love which itself is good,

many of us don’t even have that,

they love without letting it know , even to their shadow,

And whatever you asked me about love is just the replica of your sadness of your previous experience,

I would rather suggest you to believe in the beauty of life, in the way it comes

accept it, and stay honest to it,

that’s it,

there is no blueprint of love.

That it has to be done that way or this way it varies from time and person to person.

She hugged him and said thank you my friend.

I am done with my doubts hope I find someone like you,someday!

He smiled, and just felt good about it.

Thank You

Aside

I see you ….


My mirror is not working ,

I can’t see my face, in it

I tried yesterday,

I have been trying from the morning,

But I can’t see my face ,

It’s not working,

I see someone else instead,

Yes I see you in it,

Whenever I try to see myself in it,

I see you,

Sometimes smiling ,

Sometimes fixing your shattered hair.

Yes you even wink sometimes,

Is it an illusion or you did some black magic. ?

But I can’t see me in it.

I see you in it.

Love and feel


Breeze just at the back yard of your house,

I love it like I love your breathe,

soothing and pleasant

like we listened that famous romantic duet with some cuddles and and a bit of salsa.

Still I wonder the shampoo you use , the perfume you spray

your hair is soft like velvet and the fragrance is still around my shoulders,

Don’t know how beautiful it would be if we could roam in that breeze with your open hair, and with that saree which I gifted you on your last birthday.

Sheer pleasure and a treat to eyes.

Don’t know whether I would just look at you or I would enjoy the ambiance.

As it would be like “surrender right now you can’t look anywhere else

Feel the Love.


Aside

Looking you in me.


jennifer winget

I am Adding more colors to your painting, as I added more flairs to my personality,

yes I like smiling now as you do, not much like you but yes I can smile my love.

Somehow I managed to look good by wearing the best clothes from my wardrobe as you have the tendency of making every presence picture perfect.

Yes I started using the same shade of lipstick which you said you like at the movie theatre last week.

Also i added a habit of you ,
looking more towards the camera and posing ,

I think I am looking you in me.

I am not the same individual who sits alone in the dark room with specs on my eyes and searching something exciting on my laptop.

I find my life happening with you and it is exciting as well I don’t need any other entertainment to pursue.

I love to look good now,

I want to be like you,

Always smiling always charming like a happy child.


***when we are in love we just love to do everything like our partner not to impress but actually to feel good about it, which makes love more beautiful.
*** Love can change your tastes, outlooks and choices.

Love , Me, And Problem


Me , Love And Problems, we three have been always with each other, love always came to me with many more problems, I accepted love with both the hands and problems with some tears, it’s more like a triangular love story of Bollywood , we three always fall for each one of us.

I still remember that I have chosen the path of love almost like riding the bike against the flow of wind, always risky and challenging.

But somehow I liked the drama around love with little bit of sweetness sometimes ,but most of the time it was bitterness which I tasted more. But still preferred to choose love and the problem later.

Love has been my actual girl friend and with whom I wanted to spend my life time, but problem has been the one whose secret crush has been me, with whom I never actually moved apart though always tried. As she has been a strong follower of mine.

I have been given option, to stay away from love to stay away from problem but i opted for love and so then problem persisted ,which in turn it has ruined my life,

my life completely demolished for the sake of love. It has broken my heart into pieces of chicken, which the problem enjoyed with some roasting,

so how I say I am like the roasted chicken, which you like the most with salt and pepper.

It is very painful to be the one with such reality where you find yourself alone and alone, every next time.

Deep down I feel , I shouldn’t have fallen for love it took everything from me, but I actually fall for it again and again, I am always someone who believes in doing the same mistake again and again irrespective of the outcome.

Yes maybe I am kid at heart, or fool in other words.

So, In return I end up being a showpiece to the world, they feel for me, the learn from my mistake ,they talk about me and some even likes to offer charity and some just do the gossips,

Even after all this if someone ask me would you prefer love to have with you ,but you have to accept problem as well,

I will say yes I want to have love regardless of problem and consequences.

You can’t love anyone without problem and in other way if you see you always need love to tackle with pains & problems.

You may loose sometime and sometime you may win, but it has to be the love for which you live regardless of it complementary gifts.

Love always !

Don’t worry about problems or it’s side effects.

Just try to have love in your side more and more with a smile and shine.

Aside

Still not sure ..


Still I am not sure about it, as I can’t find any clue from your traits,

Reading your mind is very tough, as solving a jigsaw puzzle,

Sometimes you smile and sometimes you look apart,

Someday you text me, and some day you don’t even reply.

Somehow I came to know that you have mood swings, like me 😀

But still not sure about your views on me..

What’s there in your mind?

Tell me, so that I can think better about it.

Yes Thinking about you is like reading a poem, sweet deep and exciting.

But are you this or you are that !

What are you actually.. ?

Someday you dance, and someday you cry for hours…

Still not sure about you,

And your views on me…

jennifer winget

Hypocrisy…


We

Were

The

Perfect

Mismatch..!


We all can say this after sometime of our love failure without any hesitation,

but do we ever think about it when we actually in love with that individual,

I think we don’t and we can’t actually,

so how and why we say it after the things has gone other way?

Hypocrisy it is..

Instead of saying that we should try to be honest and accept that we were not good enough to stand by our love for which we are responsible, not the compatibility!

Let’s Cook Love…


Have a boy and girl ,

With two hearts at a working condition,

Bring in some eye contacts, some attachments,

Add some duets for the texture,

some drama if needed,

with some possessiveness for the aroma,

You may choose Egos, angers and selflessness as per your nature.

Mix it well with confusions & detachments,

You may add Villains as spices,

And Garnish it with some cuddles,

That’s it,

The Recipe called love is ready to serve,


*** the happy ending or the ending with tears, depends upon the usage of the ingredients ,Like any other dish.


Let’s Serve Love.

The First Love


One day you will sit and remember that you  actually liked the moments you lived with your first love, whether we loved or argue there is something cute within it, which is inevitable.

you may find more love and more happiness in life but you will remember the one always as you shared the most purest form of love with him/her

yes they say it right first love is always the love which stays in our heart even at the ages of deaths,

First love remains there in your heart no matter how much you try to eradicate it from your heart, you can’t do it, you may find the valid reasons, but emotions don’t understand any such reason,

First love is an illusion,

you smile by the anger of your partner, and you get angry on the most silly things,

The more deep you love the more you live with the innocence of first love…

 first love is the best love, it is something which makes you grow more as person sometimes and sometimes it makes you a stubborn and even a kid.

But trust me the most beautiful emotion is love, and when it comes to first love I think the beauty of love is enhanced more and more.

Those eye contacts, the hints, the little cuddles, makes it even more beautiful,

Confusions, jealousness, doubts and possessiveness makes it even more exciting,

And the impatience adds the exact salt to the taste,

The first love is the beautiful garden with all the colors of flowers, which stays in the heart even after years and years.

Hate you the most…


I hate you,

yes I hate you even in your photographs,

I can’t take that fake smile even for few seconds,

just too harsh for my heart to watch you even in my dreams,

you don’t deserve an eye contact for the rest of my life,

yes I hate you the most ,

I don’t want to meet you forever,

Also,

I can’t even watch your sick photographs , I repeat!

Don’t know when I developed this hatred for you,

As only I know how much I loved you, You Bloody coward!

But you never deserved that love.

I hate you !! Yes HATE you the most.

Wrong or Right ?


Wrong or Right, I don’t know

If loving someone is a crime ,

then take me to the jail,

but you can’t take the feelings from my heart , as I live with it ,

if I am died, you may take it from my body but not from my soul,

Harder & heavier it is to justify you all as you people hardly understand my language,

as i speak clear and lucid and you only understand manipulations,

yes it is not that legitimate to love her,

but my heart is quite untamed,

it don’t have an active brain,

to think and tell that you are now Mrs. And not the same Miss,

by the way it beats faster than an ordinary heart,

whenever i remember you and me and the good happy days,

Can’t help!!!

And actually I don’t care.

LoVeAndOnlyLovE…


The Story of my love started with your smiles…

Strengthened with my anger..

Grown with your promises..

Nurtured with my beliefs..

Affected with the people around us…

Spoiled with the insecurities….

Ruptured with the traps of your loved ones..

Finished with your decision..

Separated by the society..

Not ended with my loneliness..

And

Reliving Love with WordPress..

More of you….


More of you …

More of you my love…

Yes bit more of you is what I like…

But what you have been doing..

What you have been doing by hiding your own shadows…??

And the more I want…

The more you are invisible…

Invisible smiles…

Invisible shadows..

Invisible Love..

But a sense of your existence is always there…

In which I can smell your fragrance..

More of you I want my love..

Yes a bit more of you…

Hell is the Better place to live…


Hell is the better to place to live the rest of my life,

As it won’t give me these breathe taking pains on instalment basis,

As it won’t give me the sadness of being cheated again and again,
As it won’t insult me for loving you blindly every now and then,
Yes Hell is the better to live my life.

You are the reason for all these conversations,

You are the reason for all the instigations,

You are the reason for my helplessness,

You are the reason for every time i cry,
You made my life irresistible,
Hell is better place to live,

I can’t live with this shame,

I can’t live with this humiliation,

I do have words,
I don’t want to stay with it,
Yes I am frustrated,

As Hell is the better to place to LIVE.

Hell is the better to place to live the rest of my life,

As it won’t give me these breathe taking pains on instalment basis,

As it won’t give me the sadness of being cheated again and again,
As it won’t insult me for loving you blindly every now and then,
Yes Hell is the better to live my life.

You are the reason for all these conversations,

You are the reason for all the instigations,

You are the reason for my helplessness,

You are the reason for every time i cry,
You made my life irresistible,
Hell is better place to live,

I can’t live with this shame,

I can’t live with this humiliation,

I do have words,
I don’t want to stay with it,
Yes I am frustrated,

As Hell is the better to place to LIVE.


Clearly Yours…


Let me tell her that he likes her…

But what about you, ah not much.

I will be happy if she is happy with him.

But you like her. No I love her

Then why do you want to do this..

As I don’t want loose her friendship if she doesn’t likes me..

And moreover he is richer and best suited to her…

So your love…?

Happy with her happiness..

My love is tiny then her shopping wallet..

Even if she accepts me..

I know my life and her demands…

We would be the perfect mismatch…

You’re the difference


the dark loneliness is lovable when it has your thoughts.

the charmless smile is sparkling when it has your memories..

the rough hair is shiny when it has your touch..

the awkward moment is memorable when it has your appearance..

the tough time is smooth when it has your support…

the confusing path is clear when it has your guidance..

the irritation is enjoyable when it has your flair..

the boringness is entertaining when it has your magic..
the sour is sweet when it has your existence..


the sick nights are electrifying when it has your swag.
So, you’re the difference..

Lost in You…


Yes I am Lost..

I am lost in you…

I am lost in your love…

I am Lost in the search of your love..

I am lost in this Amazing Loneliness..
This loneliness is filled with you and your thoughts…

Yes I am lost in love…

Lost in the most painful form of love…

Lost in the love of you and me…

Lost in the love which has been unaccepted by the people…

Lost with tears in my world everywhere..

Lost with you forever..

Yes I am Lost…

Lost with you..

Lost in you…

And I Want You without any Hope…

Watching My Watch….


My Time is not with me as it should..

My World is not with me as it should..

My Sun is not shining for me as it should…

My Stars are not twinkling for me as it should..

My Moon is not lightening for me as it should..

My love is not loving me as it should…

But My Old Sick Watch still shows me the correct time twice in a Day…

There Are Very Few Who are always there for you No Matter How you treat Them.

Glory and Garbage….


Oh, this life is very dramatic it makes us feel annoying at times…
A man who has seen a life of a king and ruled people at His will like puppets …without any mercy and relaxation has now going to face all sorts of trouble in his life like poor common man…

whether he likes it or not .

and this time he is going to face all kinds of torture from the contradictors….

it is simply harsh to the stature of a king to live this kind of pity life but its just his fate and he cannot make any choice ..I feel really bad for him he has seen glory now he has to see the garbage for survival…..

O God you are very harsh sometimes….

but its OK if you feel its just the proper judgment..

Paint of You..


If I could paint someday,

I would love to make a paint of you,

if I could become a painter ,

You Will be The one To whom I want to paint on daily basis..

Because You are my favorite ,

Yes Allow Me to Paint you.

The Paint Would look beautiful like a blooming flower..

More like you,

let me take you to the world of Paint Board and canvas..

Colors like Red, Yellow, Blue and Pink,

Some light And some dark.

Your Big Round Eyes…

Enough to express anything inherent.

your pointed sharp nose… Yes my favorite place to kiss.

The Red Beautiful lips…

Puffy and very soft..

Your long black hair…

With some curls at the ends

Yes some layered lashes and wide Eye Bros..

And With some colorful clothes…

You look like a Beautiful Portrait..

One would love to make a paint of you..

 

I Would Love to make Paints of You..

Sensing You


Gloomy Eyes,

Dim, And  Dull.

Dusky ,What I see Everywhere

Dozens Of Reasons Without so Reasonable,

Ticking Boxes Like Clicking Selfies.

Still Feeling Anxious , Impatient.

Abiding All Conditions & Terms,

Terms To Stay At A distance.

Distance As Much as I can

But You Are in the Every Blink of my eyes.

Why I Sense ,

Like Sensing You

Fire Without a Smoke..


Thanks To That Messy Wall,

Standing There Behind the Garage

With a light more like a moon..

To support and withstand The load of two Passionate Bodies..

With hand over hand..

Feet above feet..

Lips Above And Under Lips..

Tongues Fighting to prove each other best ..

Salvia Intermixed within the mouths, Like the Juices of Oranges and Pomegranate .

And Gulped. .

With Some Enticing sensations in the bottom and Butterflies flying everywhere in the Belly..

Also Some Heavy Breathings and interlocked Eye contacts..

There was Fire Without a Smoke..

And A Never Ending Quench .

Spread Love..

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Puffy Cheeks!


In Love With your Puffy Cheeks,

Yes You heard it right,
Round Pinkish Cheeks

Just So Soft And Smooth.

Yes I Like It more when You smile ,
And blush,
Even When You Wink And Smirks.
Feels like velvet Yet so slippery

Sometimes it even troubles as I Get distracted,
I just get stuck around , and tinged with love and lust.

Don’t Ask me to pinch Again and again , my love .

I may kiss someday
And even bite a bit without any PERMISSION and pain,

but with some impressions. 🙂


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Fakhar & People !


At Some corner of the Junagarh railway station, A man called Fakhar Rizvi with a cigarette and shawl was waiting for his train, He was there for more than three hours, and still unsure about the arrival of his train ,

He sat , walked and ate a bit during the Waiting at the station, He Tried to have a talk with the fellow passengers but he couldn’t as he has been an introvert and reserved by nature.

He was yet to get married and His age could be near the 30s, so around 2am finally his train has arrived and he just rush into it with some sleepy eyes and tiredness, he finds his reserved seat with a window next to seat to have some fresh air,

Now, Fakhar is happy as he was about to have a good sleep, But after 30 mins of sleep, Fakhar finds that two people have been involved in some serious argument, and the argument was about their favorite cricket players,

Everyone Was disturbed with the noise but no one felt the need to go and tell them to control ,

Fakhar went and tried to control them to make other people sleep as little kids were also sleeping, but they did what they liked and disturbed everyone. In fact they both unitedly shouted at Fakhar and asked him to go back ,

Fakhar was not supported by any other from the train and he came back and sit at his place , as they both were stronger than him, and also had a villainous looks,

Then After 1 hour of the drama they both leaved the train,

And Fakhar tries to sleep again, few passengers looked at him with laugh and whispered ” it is sometimes good to stay away rather becoming a hero,”

Fakhar could sense what they meant and why they taunted, he felt he was right to try and control, but people are making a joke out of it,

Around 4am , A Kid Along with her mother were just passing through the train, and they were begging while they were moving, they asked Fakhar by spreading hands , he saw the kid and his mother and felt very sad,

They looked restless and hungry, and their clothes were not enough to cover their body,

He asked them, how much do you get by begging throughout the train, the lady said , may be 45/50 Rs,

he took 500Rs from his purse and gave it to the mother and also gave his shawl to the kid as it was too cold and the kid was not wearing anything.

He asked them to sit on his seat and not go anywhere till their destination arrives, he also offered the fruits which he bought .

They agreed and Sat ,

but the fellow passengers were not happy with it as they felt it awful to share the train and their journey with someone who begs, but they were just looking at Fakhar and the lady with kid with some serious angers, and fakhar could sense their anger but he did what he wanted and just stood for an hour and so,

Then they both left as they said their destination has arrived and have to leave the train, Fakhar shared a smile and came back to sit at his place,

But he saw from the window that the Lady entered another train by handing over the money to a person may be her husband , and started begging again with her kid to the passengers,

Fakhar was surprised with the whole thing as it was not a business for him, he seriously felt that the lady and kid should not be roaming here and there just for the sake of money, but what he saw was new to him, and again the fellow passengers were laughing at him, with some anger and filthy talks,

Few even asked him, “Are you new to the world,” ?

“Do you think you are saint and we are heartless, ? ”

Are you earning your own or someone is funding you? Etc etc

he just smiled and said nothing,

he felt bad for the kid who was too innocent for the business he involved.

Now, at around 6am Fakhar with some sadness, disappointment and Sleeplessness Leaves the train as he was not enjoying the duality of human beings, he leaves even before his destination .

He was still 200Kms away, he starts walking with thinking about people and after sometime he realizes that he can’t walk throughout , he finds a cab where he pays thrice of the the total he paid for the reservation of ticket,

And With The cab driver he shares his journey,

The Driver Looks at him with a laughter and says sir,you are good a man with a beautiful heart but please don’t look everything as it looks, as it is going to hurt if it is not the same as you thought.

Fakhar replied him with a yes and thanked him for sharing his insight. And leaves the cab as he reached his place.

_The End__

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Look At Me.


Hey Listen,

Look at me,

And Just keep Looking at me .

Else Don’t Need to look at all.

Yes, Don’t Need to look at all,

Because Everyone is already looking at you,

And I know how they look at you,

They Look at you even from some distance,

They are just obsessed of you,

with the thoughts of Lust and love.

They Just stuck at you with their filthy focused yet tilted eyes,

With many more feelings of attractions and infatuations.

Just don’t need to look at anyone, because they don’t deserve your look,

Just Look at me ,

And keep looking at me, My Love.

Like I look at you without a blink ,

like I look at you , More than the stars ,moon, and Sun.

As I find me for you,

And You for me,

Not for anyone else.

Just Think , Feel and Relate.

And Look at me only else Don’t look at all… 🙂

I am not loving you , I Just …


No , I don’t love you, it is not like that , I just like your smile and smirk, I really don’t love you , I think I just like that eyes , yes big round & deep eyes, like a sea to swim… .

Please don’t get me wrong with my acts, I really don’t love you, I just try to steal some swag, and charm..

I breathe more when you are near, because I am just fond of that perfume you use, it is so fascinating, more like Lavenders and Jasmine.

I like that walk of you, something is good about it , it adds confidence to your persona,even attracts the ones who see your walk.

Again , I repeat I am not at all loving you , but yes I like the way you listen me, though I talk rubbish most of the times,

Jennifer Winget

this sometimes makes me feel why and how I can’t love , as you are so so loveable,

I am not in love with you as of now but yes I would love to love you, as I think of you day and night, with and without a need,

sometimes even i have you in my dreams, can’t share the details of the dream though.

But still I am saying the same I am not loving you, but we could be the best pair, and we should live together forever..

I am not loving you, I just…

.

Uncool Love. – The Fictional Story


In The Early 90’s, A village called Vayubagh (Fictional) was situated near the banks of river Gomti, with very low dense population,

The most common occupation of the people was weaving.

And the richest man, of the village has been Najeer Ali, who was equipped with some good collateral assets, and Lands.

But he was someone who never believed in living the life, he was more inclined towards making money and but not using it.

He himself never bought a good pair of shoes. But this was not irritating him, he was happy with it and enjoying life in his own way.

But the only problem that he had, for which he was not comfortable was that he was not literate.

He was always in a state of embarrassment, by the people who were not rich but educated enough.

So, Najeer Ali at the age of 56 decides to get married though everyone wanted him to get married but the money minded fellow never agreed before,

But now, he wants to get married and said the girl should be educated enough, no matter whether she is rich or not, this was a shocker to expect from a person like him,

His relatives involved in searching a girl.

And they get a girl from their own village, Named Mumtaz bagh who did her schooling and was pursuing graduation.

She was the daughter of a poor farmer of the same village, and her age could be merely 20,

She was a big Madhuri Dixit Fan, and always wanted to be called as Madhuri.

So let’s call her Madhuri.

So, Madhuri’s father has borrowed some money from Najeer Ali which he couldn’t return, not even the interests.

And Najeer exempted the entire Amount with a condition to get married to his daughter, her father was poor and Najeer was richest, also he felt that his daughter was ready for the Marriage.

But in between all this none of them felt the need of asking Madhuri’s take on it.

And within a very little time, she got married to a man who was around her father’s age.

And with which she always felt that She can’t be what she want to be, she was restricted , she was asked to be a women with utter seriousness, she lost her identity ,

but yes she slowly started accepting it, she took the financial accounts of Najeer Ali and helped her husband in monetary consignments, and completed her studies, and in between these her life passed on with some satisfactions but a lot of dissatisfactions,

Now, she was rich and powerful but living a life which she never dreamt.

She can’t roam, sing, dance and laugh. She had to behave like a lady who was milder, and also old.

Gradually she added responsibility of being mother to a 2 year old boy called Iftikar. Who was her only source of liveliness

She Enjoys every single moment of her motherhood , she is now a happy mother though not a wife she wanted because of the generation gap, difference mindsets, illiteracy, Etc.

Najeer Ali and Madhuri Never have a common opinion because of their varied thoughts,

Najeer was happy with his account being managed by his educated wife. And Madhuri had sigh of relief with her love for her son.

In between all this, Madhuri’s school Friend Shashikant Reentered her life now as a Govt. Doctor of their village.

Shashikant, has been a secret crush of Madhuri, he was a book worm of the class, and Madhuri being the girl with flairs of a performer.

So, shashikant with a very little words has always attracted her, but both of them could never say anything about it, and one got married another become the city returned doctor.

Shashikant bought a new house which is at 15 steps distance of Madhuri’s house.

And they willingly or unwillingly see each other on daily basis, and share their smiles with hesitations, and awkwardness,

Madhuri has became even more beautiful than the school days, may be with age,

And shashikant is not the same fellow with specs; he developed his looks with time, and may be the most handsome man of Village.

It was Republic day,

Najeer Ali along with family has been asked to attend the village celebrations where shashikant was also there, this was the first time he saw Najeer, and felt bad for her old school friend,

Najeer was wrapped in a shawl with some coughing, and even got angry on Madhuri for clapping on the performance of kids.

One Night at around, 22 Hours, Najeer had some cough and severe fever, the village is dark and silent by 8’O Clock,

All the servants had left for their homes, and Madhuri had to ran and call shashikant, where she found him sleeping after the dinner,

She knocked the door, and took him to her house,

He gave the medicines and asked him to take rest; madhuri thanked him with her gesture of folded lips and smile,

and asked him for the payment,

He refused. And left the place.

The whole night they both were sleepless,

He could not accept the sad, tensed face of her. He felt that she deserved a better partner.

And She recalled all the secret love letters she wrote which never been given to him.

Next day, she saw him grinning hard with his exercise and yoga while she was at her terrace to swipe out dirt.

She couldn’t move,

She was in a state of illusion,

She always dreamt of the same man, who was in front of her,

On the same day, she removed the servants so that she could swipe daily and see him, and gave the logic of savings to her husband, which he agreed readily.

Now, this is her daily routine.

And shashikant was still unaware of it, though he felt bad on her fate because she was the most vibrant girl he ever saw.

Seeing him going out, getting in, doing yoga, offering prayer, cooking food, playing cricket etc have become her part of life,

She started starring him for hours, and her husband’s regular diagnosis has given her the chance to have him around her more often than not,

She was not in her control, she felt that loving him is not wrong, she is a women first, and going to his house for the valid and invalid reasons has became a habit to her,

On the other hand shashikant also started thinking the same way, he was also curious to look her daily, and they both now share smiles, eye contacts and something more than just look in their face offs but nothing said yet .

One day,

Shashikant was having his dinner and Madhuri reached his house with her son, with a reason of his fever, and shashikant could sense that iftikar is perfectly fine,

He smiled and kissed the kid on cheeks with a smile and whispered “tell your Ammi that she may need a medicine, but u don’t need.”

His kiss on the cheeks was enough to understand Madhuri that she was no more alone in love,

She kissed Iftikar on the same spot and smilingly said “Doctor Uncle is not wrong as usual.”

With a blush, she left the place with her kid.

And then they both went to many more fascinating fantasies with each other, in their day & Night dreams.

But On the very next day the Doctor has to reach the Madhuri’s house again, to cure her husband, he gave the tablets and asks him to take complete bed rest.

She was happy that her husband’s health gives her the chances to see him,

She was dropping him to the main gate of the house, without a blink from both sides,

It was dark and the entire village was sleeping along with the kid.

He smiled near the gate, and said “the gate came, I have to go now”

She saw the same and smiled back with shyness, that moment was still, breezy and romantic, as the notions were flourishing.

Madhuri asked the payment for medicines he gave, and doctor said “got much more than the payment,” with a wink.

And shockingly touched her cheeks with a word take care!!

And left the house. ,

She pulled him back inside the boundary wall and kissed him with compassion and pleasure,

He could not even hold himself properly, as she was uncontrollable and kissing with all her hidden desires.

Emotions were melting in the night like Ice with fire within,

And in between all this, Iftikar started crying, which forced them to leave eachother,

But that passionate kiss has unfolded all the layers of love between them,

The Entire Night for them was sleepless; they couldn’t not resist with the emotions they had for each other,           

And on the very next day, the life of madhuri completely changed, she started living life like she did earlier before the marriage, she sings, dances, and wears beautiful clothes keeping shashikant in mind.

She was enjoying her life, she couldn’t judge whether the love she developed was right or wrong,

Shashikant was also unsure about the reality for him, love was beyond the right and wrongs,


Najeer Ali was unaware of the things, he was still sick and thinking about the expenses involved in his disease. And ifitikar is too young to react on anyone of them.

They both started meeting behind Najeer Ali, and shared their romantic scoops, sometimes at the clinic, sometimes at Madhuri’s house post diagnosis, and sometimes at the terrace of Shashikant’a house. The flame of love was evident in their love.

They both involved in Long hugs, inseparable kisses and never ending passionate smooches.

Slowly the People Of the village were having their talks, few felt it cheat to najeer , few were happy as they were humiliated by najeer and few wanted to use it for their own Good.

One of them reported the same to najeer Ali and said would also provide the evidence but want money in reward.

Najeer was not happy with it for the obvious reasons, and got very angry on the person and threw him out of the house, but agreed to figure out the truth without anyone else’s involvement.

Later that Night, Najeer Again got sick, and Madhuri calls doctor, he cures him, and says ” you should not take stress and I repeat please take complete bed rest.”

Najeer directly asks him “Do you love my wife? Is that the reason you come even at the midnight? This is not your duty hour’s right? I know my wife also loves you,”

Shashikant replied “Look I am a doctor, curing patients is what my job is. People worship us for the same, you should take rest, “coming at midnight to cure you is not because of your wife, and I would have done the same for any another as well,”

I am a professional doctor I can’t cheat with my professional responsibilities; you may cross check with any other doctor regarding the medicines,

They are not to kill you, they are to cure you”

Now, Najeer asks his wife “do you like this good looking young man? Have you forgotten that you have kid and a husband??”

She asks him, to take rest and avoid talks,

But he continues poking her and provoking her with most ugly words about her upbringing, poverty and character.

She then says “yes I love him, and he loves me, it has nothing to do with his professional responsibility and my maternal responsibility,

I am iftikar’s mother. But yes I love him, because I never loved you, I am sorry.

And if it makes me characterless then let it be, I was with you, but without being me.

He always tried and treated like any other best doctor,

You have the reason and right to angry on me, but not on him, sleep for now. “

Shashikant interrupts, and says “No I am equally wrong,

I’m the other man of her life, which is not good by the social standards of society,

But you are also wrong you never felt the need of knowing her will for the marriage,

Being very old to a girl you married to her for your prestige, it is a selfish act,

You have no right to ruin her life,” he added.

And asks him to sleep, as they both are accepting mistakes and would take all legal punishments.

Najeer Ali agrees to sleep, with anger in his eyes, as felt he was cheated by his wife, and the doctor is not curing him, and may kill him with wrong medicines.

So, in the dark dim light of the night he shoots both of them with his pistol by reaching the doctor’s house first then to his wife while she was sleeping with iftikar.

And Then He shoots himself with the same pistol without even thinking about the kid and makes him an orphan.

The End