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  • nehadvn_7 5d

    Live without me, love
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    She smiled and replied, "This is what I wanted to listen to. You want to know about her past? Let me narrate."

    Chapter-11
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    6th September 2014
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    "She was 17 when they get into a relationship. Having a mature man is always a blessing. He was finishing his graduation at that time. Naksh bhaiya was... I mean is one of the kind people I have ever met. After her first heartbreak, he was the one who brought her real self back. A windfall for her. He was a gem of a person. Aapa was truly happy with him. Whatever she is today is because of their love. His love for her encouraged her and helped her to fulfil her ambitions. The relationship lasted for 8 years.

    Everything was moving favourably until this society questioned their love. Their love was weighed on the scales of religion. They had to make a choice. Family or love? These folk will never understand that pyaar hi parivaar banata hai. It's not that they weren't aware of this. They knew what was destined."

    "What did they choose?" I questioned.
    "Love should never become an option, Karthik. They did what was right. He preferred his family because they both didn't want to begin their new life without the blessings of their elder."
    "It wasn't reasonable," I exclaimed.
    "It was. You should never leave them who raised you up."
    "And what about Zeenat? What was her fault?" I asked.
    " Zeenat is not the only one who loved, Karthik. Naksh too loved her the much she did. It's not only Zeenat who had to mourn. Naksh bhaiya too endured with her. "

    "Did he move on?" I asked.
    "He is married," Noor answered.
    "Then why isn't Zeenat moving on?"
    "I can't tell you everything. You will understand with time."
    "Do they still talk?"
    "Naksh bhaiya calls me to ask her well beings coz aapa never responds to his texts or calls. It's not because she is hurtful. She can never hate him. It's coz she doesn't want his happy married life to get harmed because of her." Noor sighed.

    I was astonished. A girl with so much grief. I was ready to share her all despair but she wasn't. How can a person be so benevolent ? But this is not enough. I wanted to know more about them.

    In the evening I asked Noor to bring her to the nightclub. Although I knew she wouldn't like it all but I just wanted her to open up and celebrate the reality. I reached around 9 p.m. and was loitering for them. The club's temperature rose as Noor walked inside. She was wearing a hot backless marmalade velvet draped dress allied with a set of black peep-toe stiletto heels. Her low bun was fostering the star drop earrings to warm up the air but my eyes were finding someone else.

    We welcomed each other with a hug. "You are looking stunning," I said.
    "Haha...thanks, buddy. By the way, aapa is outside. She isn't comfortable joining us here. I attempted my best to convince her. Umm..i think you too should give a try."
    "Hmm" and I stepped my way outside.

    I rolled my eyes here and there and saw someone standing in front of her car. I placed my hand on her shoulder and she swivelled. Oh my my. I was fortunate to get a glimpse of this sweet, delicate, roshogolla girl in western dress for the first time and she nailed it.

    The fringes of red spaghetti crop top slung as she turned. To wrap the directness she paired it with a black leather jacket and a couple of leather boots. The aroma of her side braided wavy hair was tantalising me.
    "Umm.....i guess you are going to slay inside," I whispered.
    "I knew it. Isn't it very over over? I told Noor that it's too much. But she....ugh! I am going back." And she turned to open that car's door.
    I held her hand and pulled her. It was a short eye contact until I realised that she was not comfortable.

    "Look, Zeenat, Noor will leave the day after tomorrow. She wants to enjoy it with us. We should go, na?"

    As soon as we joined the club, from nowhere my girlfriend occurred. "What a surprise?!" She cried.
    Well! To illustrate her looks, I will say she was looking hot but not impressive. In fact, no one was looking as cute and extraordinary as miss Zeenat.
    "Who is she?" Bishakha asked. "And what is she doing with you over here? I am supposed to be with you. Let's go." She started yanking.
    "Wait for a minute," I said. "Umm....should I bring a glass of champagne for you, Zeenat?" I asked.
    "Nope. I don't drink. You can go, I am fine over here."

    Noor was involved in dancing so I didn't halt her and went with my girlfriend. I was with her but my eyes were on Zeenat. She was sitting there quietly. I was able to feel her discomfort.
    "Ahh!! Baby. Look at me." Bishakha positioned my hand on her waist and tugged her body with mine. She started caressing my hair.
    "I love you so much, Mr hot." She said and I approved a soft smile. I was precisely cursing my fate.

    Zeenat started tinkering with the fringes of her dress. Bishakha cupped my face and asked me to look at her. Okay! I was looking at her. She appeared sickening. She brought herself close and then a bit closer. There was barely any space left for air. "What happened? You are making me uneasy, Bishakha." I said. Her face was inches away. She was about to touch her lips with mine when my eyes fell on Zeenat and I shoved her back. I saw a few guys misbehaving with her.

    I went to her and kicked them back. They craved a fight and I was willing too but Noor came and something else happened.
    Noor pulled a guy closer from the collar and started trailing his face, "You seem certainly thirsty. Do you want me to quench your thirst."
    "What's wrong, Noor?" I said and was about to pull her aside but then Zeenat held my hand tightly and whispered, "Just wait and watch."

    The fellow upheld a wolfish grin and pulled Noor closer. Clasping his collar tightly, Noor whacked his dick with the help of her powerful knee. We all laughed. The music ceased when he screamed and everything was over. Courageous girl.
    "How did you do this?" I asked.
    "Haha!" She laughed and hugged Zeenat, "I love you, Aapa."

    "What is going on over here, Karthik?" Bishakha held my collar in anger. "You are doing wrong. Who are they? You are supposed to be with me not with them." She cupped my face and mumbled, " I know what you want. I am yours. No need to go to anyone else."
    "Stop it, Bishakha. There is nothing like that." I shoved her back.
    "Then who is she? Why do I always find her with you?" She turned towards Zeenat and said, "Are you trying to snatch him from me then you can't. Did you get it? I know girls like you well."

    I pulled Bishakha side and yelled, "Enough, Bishakha. Is this a way to talk to someone. I have been tolerating your misbehaviour but now enough."
    "You are hurting our connection because of this girl."
    "I love her." It slipped.
    The environment unexpectedly turned hush. I did mistake but I wanted to turn it in blessing so I went to Zeenat, held her hands and said, "I love you."

    .......to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 2w

    Live without me, love
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    Zeenat jerked her ear and said, "Acha, tell me. How do you guys know each other?"

    We both passed a gaze to each other and said concurrently, "It's a long story, tho."

    Chapter-10
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    3rd September 2014
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    "Well, possibly a year back, we confronted each other. I toured Kolkata once with Dad respecting some business stuff so there she was in front of a bistro. A guy was misbehaving with her. So I saved..."

    Noor interrupted, "That guy was so absurd. He literally followed me to the bistro. He was asking my number I was like 'Have you seen your face in the mirror?' Kaha mai gorgeous diva aur kaha wo lafanga."

    "Acha...well! Thanks, Karthik for protecting her." Zeenat said.
    "No-no-no. I didn't protect her. I had to save that guy. Your sister was about to kill him. She was hitting him with the heel of her sandal. Poor lad's nose got broken."

    "Ahem ahem..." Zeenat cleared her throat and asked, "And how did you get to know that she is my sister?"
    "Well! Then your sister commenced quarrelling with me in front of everyone that why I let the guy go and all and I had to apologize for coz all the gazes were staring at me but she wasn't merciful."
    "And then I asked him to feed me and my friends street food with his own money then only I will forgive him," Noor said.

    "And I did. We are friends since. And recently I just felt like texting her...then while chatting she told me about you. And it was a great coincidence and relief. So I called her here." I answered.
    Zeenat sighed and said, "Great."

    Then we had lunch at her house and a few conversations.

    4th September 2014
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    It was Garv's reception so I invited Noor and Zeenat but Miss Zeenat refused to come which was quite known to me coz whatever occurred on the marriage day after that it was conventional that she won't appear.

    Fortunately, my girlfriend didn't come to the reception as she was out of station so I got a quality of time to spend with Noor.

    "You like my sister na?" She asked.
    "Umm...well! It's nothing like that....umm..it's like I do like her but..aa..uhh...she is different...i.i...ahh!! I just don't know."
    She smiled and came in front of me. Making eye contact, she said, "My sister has gone through a lot. If you wish to be with her you can. Furthermore, I will never take it if she gets left alone again. Never ever. I love her and her happiness matters to me more than anything in this entire universe." And she vacated.

    I was stunned again. That thing was constantly bothering me. It was echoing in my ears. What was she talking about? What is Zeenat's past?

    6th September 2014
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    Words of Noor left me puzzled. It wasn't letting me sleep at night appropriately. Finally, I called her to the cafe.

    "Hey! What's up?" She greeted me. I pulled the chair for her and asked her to sit.
    I ordered coffee for us.
    "Look, Noor, I am really disturbed."
    "Why? What happened? Is your so-called 'ladylove' plaguing you? Give me her number. Abhi tum dono ka breakup karati hu." Noor said.
    "You speak so much! It's nothing like that. It's just whatever you said that day, I am disturbed. There are so many unsolved questions. To be immediate, I just want to know about Zeenat's past. Why she always seems missing? Who is Naksh? And.."
    Noor interrupted, "Wait! How did you know his name?"

    I recited everything that happened on the marriage day.
    "I am sorry, Karthik but I can't tell you." She said and stood up to leave.
    I halted her and solicited her to say. She denied saying that her sister will never want her to say about her personal life to anybody.
    "Please! Look, I know your sister is happy but she isn't joyous. Do you believe that?" I asked and she nodded in yes.
    "If you want her to be festive again then you will have to tell me coz I can't see her faking. I want her to laugh from the heart." I said.
    "Who is she to you? Why do you want to see her happy?" Noor asked with sincerity in her eyes.
    "Because I love her." The truth slipped from my mouth.
    "How much?"
    "To the moon and back." I sighed. "I love Miss Zeenat to the moon and back."
    She smiled and replied, "This is what I wanted to listen to. You want to know about her past? Let me narrate."

    .....to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 4w

    Live without me, love
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    "Miss Zeenat, What are you doing? You will fall sick. I told you to be inside the car till I come back. Get inside the car." I said. She was standing fixed, folding hands around her chest, again lost in her thoughts.

    Chapter-9
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    3rd September 2014
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    I drove back to her place and asked her to take a shower. I was waiting for her downstairs in the drawing-room. Her housemaid provided me with some snacks to eat. Miss Zeenat descended down while wiping her hairs with the towel. Ufff! Those eyes were so captivating that I couldn't help myself earning eye contact with her.

    "I am sorry, Karthik. Umm...can we just shift the plan for tomorrow? I am tired." She said.
    "It's alright, Miss Zeenat. Well! I can discern. We can't go there but we can call the surprise over here." I replied.

    I turned my phone and dialled a number, "We are waiting for you at her place. Show up soon and safe."
    "Who? Who is coming, Karthik?" She looked puzzled.
    I moved my hand in the air and said, "I don't know."

    Till then, we had a few talks and she showed me her house. Mesmerizing paintings were hung on the walls, handmade pieces of equipment were festooned on the ceiling. She showed me her library, which had tons of fictional novels, mostly women and romantic sagas. There was kept a grand piano in the middle of the room.
    "Woah! So, you know how to play the piano too?" I asked and commenced discovering other stuff in the room.

    *Flashback*

    "Look, these black keys are used for sharp and steady notes and white are for seven notes. Come on, press each key and listen to the tunes first." Naksh said.
    She pressed and said, "I want to play a melody."
    He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I will instruct you step by step, okay?"

    "Miss Zeenat? Zeenat?" I said.
    "Hunh!" She winced.
    "Someone is on the door."

    The housemaid was about to unlock the door but I stopped her and asked Zeenat to open. She stepped towards the door, twisted the door's knob and opened.
    "Surpriiiiiiiiiise." Voice came from the other side.
    "You?" With brimmed eyes, she hugged her tightly.

    She was upset and a sister knows very well how to make her sister cheerful again.
    "Come, take a seat, Noor," I said.
    Zeenat went to the kitchen to fetch her a glass of water and ordered her housemaid to cook something special for Noor.
    "Why didn't you bring her to the airport? I was loitering over there. Uggh!! I literally lingered like a fool." Noor said with squinted gazes.
    "Umm....really a long story. Well! I am sorry for that." I replied.

    Noor's personality was entirely different from Zeenat. She was just 17 and was really prankish but adorable too. Their face cut was virtually the same. Both the sisters were inherited with gorgeous raven eyes but the contour was different. Noor had precious almond eyes whereas Miss Zeenat was blessed with elegant protruding eyes. Noor's clothing spoke about her fascinating western choices.

    Zeenat provided her with a glass of water, settled beside her and said, "I am so glad to see you after so long. How are your studies going?"
    "Oh come on, Aapa. I just arrived and you began with my studies."
    Zeenat jerked her ear and said, "Acha, tell me. How do you guys know each other?"

    We both passed a gaze to each other and said concurrently, "It's a long story, tho."

    .....to be continued.

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  • nehadvn_7 6w

    Live without me, love
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    I could see her bursting in tears. She wasn't able to control herself. She was gasping. I caressed her back and said, "Calm down. I will drop you. Let's go home."

    Chapter-8
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    3rd September 2014
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    I wasn't able to sleep that night. She left so many queries inside my head. I was perplexed. Why did she leave the function in between? Where does she always get fallen? Zeenaksh Destitute Children Foundation. Zeenaksh. Who is Naksh? Why was she tensed on the call when we went to invite her? 6th and 7th of August...What's special about these two days?

    The next morning, I visited her house. That lady housekeeper opened the door and greeted me inside. She said, "Madam is taking a shower. She will be here in a minute."
    *It's 11:41 and she is taking shower now? Did she wake up late today?*

    "Good morning, Karthik." She said. That spark from her eyes seemed faded. "Get ready quickly, we need to go somewhere." I said.
    "Where?"
    "It's a surprise. Come on, hurry up. I am waiting here."

    Meanwhile, we were on our way. I didn't ask her anything about the previous day. I didn't want her to get troubled again. To see a smile on her face, I shot a few lame jokes but she was still disturbed.
    Abrupt cumulonimbus shadows wafted together and allowed the sun to lurk behind them and unfortunately, my car's engine got impaired in the middle of the avenue of chestnut trees.
    "We won't get any transport over here. There is a garage some distance away, I will have to call the mechanic. Will you wait?" I asked her.
    "But the weather is getting unpleasant. It might rain. Be back soon."
    I nodded my head and asked her to wait inside the car.
    "If you feel unusual, don't think twice to call me."

    For the time being, when I reached the garage, it commenced heavy showering. I loitered for the rain to stop and phoned her to ask if she is okay.
    "Yes, Karthik. Don't worry, I am alright." She cut the call. I found it uncommon.

    *Flashback*
    "Stop! Stop the car, Naksh." Zeenat said in enthusiasm.
    "Why?" He halted the car and upheld a grin.
    Zeenat got off the car, stretched her arms and enabled the water droplets to moisten her.
    "Ahh! You will fall sick, Zeenat. Get to the car." Naskh said, "We will get late."
    Zeenat avoided him and stepped her way to the jungle. Naksh got anxious and went behind her with an umbrella, "Zeenat."

    She plucked a rose and closed her eyes. The drops appeared like pearls garnishing her eyelashes. The petals of rose found solace when her lips caressed them and she sipped the collected rain inside it.
    "What are you doing?" Naksh asked her.
    She came close to him, drew her palm towards him and said, "You know, Naksh, this rain is me and the rose is you."
    "Acha, how?" He asked.
    "You collect my shattered parts, conserve them and absorb the gloom inside yourself like the way this rose accumulates drops and soak it," Zeenat replied.
    Naksh kissed her on the head and said, "And that enhances the elegance of the rose."

    He cupped her face, kissed her on the eyes and said, "Let's go to my place."
    "Your place? We were about to visit Pritika na?"
    "Look at you. You will fall sick. My place is nearest so we will go there. You will take a bath, change your clothes and then I will drop you to Pritika. Okay?"

    They went to Naksh's building. He provided her with a towel and asked her to take a bath.
    "You wanna join?" She winked.
    He approved a serious grin and said, "I am taking off to purchase a dress for you."
    "Dress? Why? You won't give me your clothes to wear?"
    He kissed her palms and replied, "You can't go over there wearing my clothes."

    Meanwhile, wearing his t-shirt and trousers, Zeenat was exploring his room.
    "What are you doing?" Naksh arrived.
    Zeenat sneezed, "Excuse me."
    "Look. That's why I was forbidding you to get wet in the rain."
    "Okay, Mr Arrogant. Now give me my dress."
    He handed her the bag, "I am waiting outside. Call me after changing."
    She came close to him and said, "Kiss me."
    "Huu?" He lifted up his eyebrows.
    "Kiss."
    He kissed her on the forehead and said, "I won't. The day you will be mine ritually, I will love you with my everything."
    She smiled and hugged him, "We are in this relationship for 8 years and you never attempted to touch me sensually. If somebody else would have been in your place, he would have got intimate with me."

    He pulled her cheeks and replied, "That's not loving. Love is, idolizing the soul, not the body. We both will be each others once we get married. And then no one will get the right to put a finger on us. I could have got intimate. I don't have any problem. It's just I don't want anyone to call you by names. And no one has discerned the destiny. If we got separate, anyhow, it will hurt you and I...

    She placed a finger on his lips and hugged him fiercely, "Dare you to speak about separation again."

    "Miss Zeenat, What are you doing? You will fall sick. I told you to be inside the car till I come back. Get inside the car." I said. She was standing fixed, folding hands around her chest, again lost in her thoughts.

    .......to be continued.

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  • nehadvn_7 8w

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    On the way, I complimented her, "You are looking gorgeous." She smiled and appreciated.

    Chapter-7
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    20th August 2014
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    I asked her about her family and she said that they reside in Kolkata. She visits them once in every two months for a week.

    We did shopping together and I got to learn about her likes and dislikes. She helped to choose the clothes. Ahh!! Her choice. Beyond reach.
    I asked her, "Miss Zeenat, Can you assist me with my dress?"
    She selected a Prussian blue, thick texture, asymmetric sherwani which had a slit and an asymmetric collar and asked me to pair up with black Patiala pants and a pair of pointy-toe jootis for the wedding procession.

    Okay, so girl loves blue and black. I blushed.

    After shopping, Mumma, Dad and Garv went directly home after dropping his in-laws to their place. And on our route to Zeenat's place, we ate cornettos and had few chats.

    She said that she won't be able to accompany the other functions as she will be involved in her work but she promised to attend the wedding ceremony.

    2nd September 2014
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    Finally, the day arrived. It seemed like ages, we haven't met. I was outfitted in that asymmetric sherwani which she chose and got ready as she said. I was excited to see her. I marvelled at what look she will appear to slay again.

    I spent maximum time peeking at the entrance. Everyone arrived except her. I phoned her and she said that she was on her way.
    And and and, there she was, beauty in blue. A Sapphire blue shimmering ruffled saree and a lustrous high neck farfetched sultry blouse with a set of diamond swivelling earrings and a bracelet. Those curly strands of her hair dangled as she stepped.
    "Oh my my, you are looking incredible," I said.

    She met Mumma and Papa and congratulated Garv. I wished to spend my time with her but my girlfriend was there and I didn't want her to create an issue in front of everyone. Miss Zeenat was helping Mumma to organize the stuff as the marriage was nearly to commence.

    Garv and his would-be were seated in the mandap and Pandit Ji initiated reading the Vedic mantras. Miss Zeenat was standing beside Mumma and I was here stuck with my girlfriend. But I couldn't help my eyes from her.
    Wait! She is brimming. But why?

    [Flashback]

    "You have got the invitation. He has invited you. You can go. But if I were in your place, I would haven't." Pritika said.
    "You guys aren't understanding. I don't want him to know that I attended his wedding but I want to discern him in that look I always dreamt of. I want to see him as a groom." Zeenat admitted.
    "But it will only hurt you," Anuj said.
    "That's why I am saying. I know it will hurt and noticing me, crying, Naksh won't be able to marry. He will leave in between. I know him. I just don't want him to recognize that I accompanied his wedding but I want to see him as a groom. Not in pictures. My eyes yearn to idolize him. Please. I beg you both."

    [Present]

    "Beta, Zeenat. Can you pass me that dupatta?" Mumma said.
    She passed the dupatta but it appeared as if she wasn't in her senses. She was lost somewhere.

    [Flashback]

    Naksh was sitting in the mandap with his fiancee. His eyes were finding somebody. He waved a hand to Anuj and called him.
    "Where is she?" He inquired in concern.
    "She didn't come. She said that she is busy." Anuj answered.
    "Hmm."

    Naksh knew she won't come but he wished to see her. For the final time, he wished to call her "LOVE". For the final time, he wished to hug her. For the final time, he wished to kiss her on the forehead. But she didn't come.

    Those gazes were looking him from the crowd. She was there disguising herself as a server.
    Naksh fastened that divine thread around his spouse' neck and applied vermilion on her head. They stood for "Satphere" (seven rounds around the holy fire.)

    With a weak smile, Zeenat whispered to Pritika, " I won't be able to see it anymore. I am leaving. Don't worry,
    I am okay."*

    [Present]

    A tear slid from her eyes. She wiped it and walked her way towards the exit. I ran behind her.
    "Miss Zeenat."

    She stood in front of her car and started crying hysterically. I placed my hand on her shoulder, "What happened, Miss Zeenat? Why did you leave?"
    She swivelled towards me and hugged me fiercely. I could hear her murmuring, "Naksh....Na..Naksh...I...I....I can't stay anymore. I am sorry, Karthik."

    I could see her bursting in tears. She wasn't able to control herself. She was gasping. I caressed her back and said, "Calm down. I will drop you. Let's go home."

    ......to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 9w

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    "Miss Zeenat? Where are you lost? We are back."
    "Ahh!! So sorry. I was just...ahm..nothing." She replied.


    Chapter-6
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    20th August 2014
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    Dad was as usual occupied with his work, so Mumma and I drove to the NGO with the wedding invitation card and some boxes of sweets. I personally purchased a container of roshogolla for Miss Zeenat.

    She was involved in the call, speaking in Bengali. I wasn't able to discern anything but found her quite upset.

    "Ohh, Aunty. So good to see you after so long. How are you?" She hugged Mumma
    "I am absolutely good, beta. What about you?"

    After that, we made ourselves comfortable inside the NGO. Mumma handed her the proposal card and sweets and said, "My son is getting married and you are heartily invited in all the functions."
    "Wow, congratulations, Karthik." She drew her palm forward.

    I shook hand with her. Damn! Those delicate hands. But wait! She misunderstood.
    "No no. Not me. My elder brother, Garv is getting married."
    "Woah! Garv bhaiya is getting married. Congrats to him."

    After that, we had some talks and then Mumma asked her if she was free that day.
    "Actually, Karthik advised me that you have incredibly unique selections in ethnic wears. So would you mind, joining us in the shopping?"
    "Oh, come on, Aunty. Of course, I would love to company you all."

    We fixed the evening. Before leaving, I gifted her the container of roshogolla and she got surprised.

    I kept imagining about her whole day and wished the time to depart quickly. Eventually, around 5:30, we got ready. Mumma, Dad and Garv went to pick his in-laws and fortunately sent me to Miss Zeenat. Dad mailed her house address and phone number.

    I went to her house. It was certainly elegant with pretty picket fences encircling the lawn. It was two-story with sloping canopies and gorgeous classic loft windows. I dialled her number and she picked up.
    "This is Karthik. I am waiting outside."
    She invited me inside. I chimed the bell and a lady opened the door. She asked me to make myself relaxed on the sofa. The house was filled with her odour. I rounded my eyes and saw enchanting antique pieces and illustrations hanging on the wall with some portraits of children and her family.

    I heeded footsteps and saw her descending the stairs. Damn! That garnet red velvet suit teamed up with a pair of charcoal black cigarette pants and a dupatta slinging on her right shoulder, looked stunning. She flawlessly matches her earrings with the dresses. I blushed, seeing her. She looked like a cute red bug.

    I kept staring at her and then she asked me to have some snacks but I refused, saying that we will get late. I marvelled at the absence of other family members in the house.
    Anyways she joined me in the car and we marched for the mall. On the way I complimented her, "You are looking gorgeous." She smiled and appreciated. I asked her about her family.

    .....to be continued.
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  • nehadvn_7 11w

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    "Miss Zeenat." I snapped my finger and she came back to the present.
    "Ahh! I am sorry." She said.
    "It's alright. Well! I guess the children are hungry and me too. I wanna taste the foods." I smiled.


    Chapter-5
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    7th August 2014
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    We had a delightful dinner that night. She was pro in cooking, especially roshogollas. Is she from Kolkata? Anyways now we were about to leave for a short trip with children. She did ask me to join and how can I refuse her.
    "Where are we going, Miss Zeenat?" I asked.
    She smiled and answered, "Old age home."

    We drove to one of the popular old ages in Bangalore. That was one of the reasonable visits I could ever have.

    I encountered those noble selves who had to kill their hopes every night and had to create again the next morning. The hope of their offspring taking them back home. I felt the emotions of old parents when their children overlook them after leaving in an institution. I admitted guilt for the way I always talk to Mumma and argue with dad and I decided to never repeat that again. I spent a remarkable day with them and there was not a single soul who didn't know Zeenat. Everyone was so fond of her. Miss Zeenat introduced me to an aged woman. Her smile glowed serenity inside my heart. She said that the old granny always reminds her of her own nani who left the world when she was too young, so she loves to spend time with her.

    But I wondered the reason for an abrupt visit there.
    "Look at the kids, Karthik. They are so joyous playing with them. I keep bringing them here to make them understand what love actually is. To make them know that they aren't orphans they have so many people to love them. And the old parents too forget the trauma and don't miss the love of their grandchild when they meet them."

    I kept staring at her with a soft smile. She was love. We stayed a night over there with them and the next morning we went to the Innovative Film City which is situated at a distance from Bangalore where the children played and had fun. On the dusk, we made our path back to the NGO.

    She was sitting on the window side of the bus. The children were exhausted so they kept dozing. The driver played soothing music and there was so peace. I sat beside her. She was staring outside. The cool breeze was flirting with her hairs. I wanted to talk to her but she was lost somewhere.

    *Flashback*

    Her head was on Naksh's shoulder. Interlocking palms, they were cherishing the moonlight under the night sky on the terrace of one of the tallest towers of Kolkata.
    "Look at that star, Naksh. The brightest one, nearest to the moon. That's my Nani." Zeenat said staring at the star.

    "Mhmm." He kissed her on the cheek. "Look she is showering so much love on us via light."
    She nuzzled his arm softly. A tear flickered her eyes and he kissed her on the eye, "Why being sad, love? Look at the view. Isn't it serene? And the most extraordinary thing is that we are sitting so close to the moon and Nani."
    "Huu." She encircled arms around her chest feeling coolness in her body. Naksh kissed her on palms and hugged her warmly.

    "Miss Zeenat? Where are you lost? We are back."
    "Ahh!! So sorry. I was just...ahm..nothing." She replied.

    ......to be continued
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    "Well! Before leaving, an advice for you. Someone once said to me, love is to experience. Experience it. You will love to fall for it again and again."
    And she went.

    Chapter-4
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    6th August 2014
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    "Hey, chum! What's the matter, huh?! You are so regular nowadays in college?"
    "Nah!! Nothing bro just....just want to focus on studies." I answered.
    "Haha!! Lol, seriously? Study? You?"

    And that familiar, ecstatic odour pulled my interest again and I spun. There she was, dealing with her books, on her way.
    "Professor Zeenat" I halted her.
    "Oh! Good afternoon, Karthik." She said.

    Ahh!! That voice. As sweet as honey. Well! It was definitely a very good afternoon for me.

    "Actually, I want to ask something." I didn't know what I wanted to ask but yeah! I was desperate to commence a conversation with her.
    "Ohh! I am sorry, Karthik but I have to take a class right now. See you later."

    *Did I embarrass her? Did I sound way too desperate? Ugghh! Stupid me.*

    After college, I went to the NGO again with some gifts for children as an excuse. There were some helpers and event decorators, embellishing the NGO. I wondered what was the occasion? I distributed the gifts amongst the children while my eyes were busy to get a glimpse of her.

    I asked the assistant about her and she said that Miss Zeenat was occupied preparing dinner for everybody.

    *Oh! So girl knows to cook. Outstanding.*

    "Why? I mean she is the honour and she is organizing dinner herself?" I asked.

    "Yes, we don't know but every year, on the night of 6th August, she prepares dinner for everybody, cuts a cake with the children and on the next day, that's 7th of August, she takes the children to a short trip."

    That's strange. Anyways, I wanted to meet her but her assistant again asked for the appointment.
    "Well! She knows me. Just go and tell her that Karthik is here. She will definitely allow me."

    After a moment or two, the assistant appeared with a favourable reply. I went to the kitchen and wished her a good evening.
    She was wearing an apron over her dress with a culinarian hat and was busy in making a batter for the cake.

    She asked me about the reason for my unexpected visit there and I gave the excuse of gifts. After that, I assisted her with dinner and asked for a walk in the lawn.

    "Well! I would haven't come over here, but dad asked me to. You know him, na? Mr Anup Hiranadani?" I asked.
    "Oh, Yeah! Uncle. How is he doing?" She replied
    "He is completely fine. Well! If you don't mind, may I know the event for this decoration?" I asked her.

    There was a silent and I found her missing somewhere in her thoughts.

    *Flashback*

    "Zeenat, where are you taking me?"
    "Uff! Naksh, I told you na, it's a surprise. You will get to know. Just come with me."
    Blindfolding him, Zeenat tutored Naksh to his room. She unfolded his eyes.

    The room was beautifully decorated with balloons dangling on the ceiling, formulating a gorgeous canopy with images fastened with them. Meandering an elegant path with rose petals on the floor and perfumed candles creating aromatic atmosphere.

    He opened his eyes and she wished, "Happy Birthday, love."
    He was stunned seeing the decoration and hugged her.
    She played a piece of soothing melody on the music player and took him to the balcony where, a table and two chairs, beautifully decorated were kept with some foods and a cake.

    "Before, cutting the cake. I want you to eat this." She uncovered a dish. It was a bowl of roshogolla.
    "I have made."

    Naksh kissed her on the forehead with brimmed eyes and hugged her warmly.

    He took the piece............

    "Miss Zeenat." I snapped my finger and she came back to the present.
    "Ahh! I am sorry." She said.
    "It's alright. Well! I guess the children are hungry and me too. I wanna taste the foods." I smiled.

    .......to be continued.

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    Meanwhile, I got lost again staring at the rotating fan, I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to know her. I saw something heart-wrenching in her eyes. Oh come on Is this love at first sight? Uggh!! It can't be. Love, at first sight, is a bakwas belief. Maybe I am just attracted but I am fond of hot girls in western dresses rather than girls like her but there is something unique about her. What can it be? Uggh!! Whatever, it is impossible to find her in the college so I am gonna visit the NGO again.

    Chapter-3
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    5th August 2014
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    "Mumma, I will be late today. I am on my way to a friend's house."
    I went directly to the NGO from college. And I saw a delicate sight there. The kids sitting on the playground facing her and she was too sitting with them holding a book. She was reading stories to them. Those eyes were lost in the stories and that sweet smile was enough to make others smile.

    I don't know what happened to me. I felt a force of attraction pulling me and I just started taking steps towards her and then a woman interrupted.

    "Excuse me, sir. May I know who are you?"
    "Me? Amm....Myself Karthik Hiranandani."
    "Okay. So, how can I help you, sir?"
    "Can you tell me who is she?" I indicated toward her.
    "You don't know? She is the honour of this NGO, Miss Zeenat Khan."
    "What? Seriously?"

    And I read the name again "Zeenaksh Destitute Children Foundation." I was literally surprised. Impressive. That implies she loves children.
    I asked that lady if I can meet Miss Zeenat and she said that I need to have an appointment first.

    But however, I waited for her outside the NGO, sitting on my bike. The sun was already set and the moon started exhibiting its glimpse. Around 6:30 in the evening, she came out and I stood up.

    "Excuse me, miss."

    She stopped and looked at me. Realizing a stranger she marched her way again. It was obvious, that day in college she didn't notice anybody, she was just lost in reading poems, unaware of so many eyes adoring her.

    I jogged behind her and called her name, "Professor Zeenat."
    She stopped and turned back.
    "Actually, I am your student. I need your help. Can you?" I showed her my ID and she smiled.

    "Meet me tomorrow at college after recess."
    "College? No no...not at all. It's...its...its urgent...aaa..its very urgent. A walk?"
    "Fine."

    I know it sounded very desperate but I don't know what happened to me. I was desperate to talk to her.
    I parked my bike in the parking and we wandered.

    "Hmm..tell me what's the matter?"

    I didn't know what to say. I started scrambling my English textbook inside the bag.
    "Calm down. It's alright." She said.
    I opened the book, turned a few pages and stopped.
    Looking at her I said, "This."
    "Well, you are with the wrong person then. You need to meet an automobile engineer for this."
    I looked down and realized, I was handling a car magazine. I was so embarrassed and passed a shaky smile. "I am sorry."
    I calmed myself and took out the book.
    "Victorian poetry."

    She started explaining to me and I kept glancing at her. Those bangle earrings were talking to me. Asking me to keep idolizing her. Her captivating eyes....enchanting eyes...those deep eyes had gone through a lot. I felt that.

    "Karthik, your phone is ringing."
    And I came out in reality. Uggh!! Again my girlfriend. I cut the call. It rang again.
    "It must be urgent. Pick up."
    I shook my head.
    "Hello. I will call you later."
    And the phone rang again. "Just...just ignore her."
    "Girlfriend?" She asked. I was speechless. I didn't know what to say. I nodded my head in yes. She smiled and said.
    "I see. Well! Before leaving, an advice for you. Someone once said to me, love is to experience. Experience it. You will love to fall for it again and again."
    And she went.

    .......to be continued.

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    And we all were like, Oh come on is she joking? She didn't look like a professor at all, she looked too young. The whole class mistook her to be a student at first. Anyways so we had a class with her. It was so peaceful. The way she was reading those poems, felt as if she herself is a poem. With a smile on her face, it seemed as if she is as pure as melting dew, without any coarseness, without any resentment...just made of love. And I wanted to know what love actually is.

    Chapter-2
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    4th August 2014
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    Whenever dad had a big profit in his business, he used to contribute its 30% in charity. That day dad was out of station so he asked Mumma and me to visit children's NGO. And we attended one of the profound NGO's of India, "Zeenaksh Destitute Children Foundation."

    Mumma was handling all the formalities and here I was just glancing at the children playing on the playground. I have seen many NGOs before but that was the first I saw where children were so adequately dressed and well treated.
    I was just examining when a little girl with a red ball in her hand passed me, yelling, "Yayyy...Zeenu didi."

    I turned on the right side and there she was Miss Zeenat Khan, in the most excellent ethnic attire. A classy occur yellow kurti with multicoloured cape, she paired it up with brown tiara juttis and provided a final touch with a small bindi and silver-plated circular jhumkas. Trust me, girls, in an ethnic outfit can nail any place at any time and that too if she is a cute girl with big sparkling eyes. She carried the little girl in her arms and planted a kiss on her cheek.

    I was lost in idolizing her when Mumma snapped fingers in front of me and I flinched back.
    "Where were you lost?" Mumma upheld a momentous grin.
    "Me...amm..no..nowhere. I was just adoring her...ahmm..i mean that little girl."
    "Whatever, now let's go back home."

    I shifted my eyes here and there but didn't know where she vanished.

    And the whole day I kept thinking about her. What was she doing there? For donating? Or to play with children? Whatever it be, one thing was crystal clear that she loved to wear ethnic dresses and she nails it every time. And the next thing I did was, I opened my laptop and logged in my FB account. I kept searching her name there but unfortunately, I didn't find, instead, I got a call from my girlfriend, "You are online and didn't find it important to reply."
    Ugghh!!! This sucks, "I am sorry baby. I just got online, I swear."

    Meanwhile, I got lost again staring at the rotating fan, I wanted to talk to her, I wanted to know her. I saw something heart-wrenching in her eyes. Oh come on Is this love at first sight? Uggh!! It can't be. Love, at first sight, is a bakwas belief. Maybe I am just attracted but I am fond of hot girls in western dresses rather than girls like her but there is something unique about her. What can it be? Uggh!! Whatever, it is impossible to find her in the college so I am gonna visit the NGO again.

    ......to be continued.

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    DISCLAIMER
    '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''
    The story, "Live without me, love" is 'INSPIRED' by true events but it is not a biography of any real character. The story and the characters are the results of the author's imagination. Resemblance of the story to any real story is clearly coincidental.
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    PROLOGUE
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    The gravestone read *1988-2015, Zeenat Khan*

    "Karthik, what are we doing here in the cemetery?" Latika asked.
    "Latika, everyone has a past and so do I. Before starting a new life together I want you to know about my past." He replied.

    "I visit here once in every month to deliver red roses on her graveyard. 4 years back I witnessed an eternal love story."

    With confusion on her face, Latika asked, "Who was she?"
    "She was love in disguise. She taught me what love actually is. She was a very good friend of mine."

    "Oh! I just forgot to buy the roses. Let's go and on the way, I will tell you the story and then we will deliver the roses here." He held her hand.
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    Chapter- 1
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    2nd August 2014
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    It was probably, the beginning of my third year in the college. I was on the passageway, marching my way towards the class.
    The sound of those low heels snatched my attention and I looked front. Wearing navy blue and off white printed long, front slit Kurti, she was stepping towards me. Holding few books in her hand, she tucked the fringes of her wavy black hairs behind the ear and those water droplet earrings dangled, synchronizing her footsteps.
    She entered the class. It was my class and I joined after her. She kept her books in the teacher's desk and stood in front of the green board.

    "Good morning, students, myself Professor Zeenat Khan. I usually take classes of 1st and 2nd year's students but as Miss Pritika had to leave for some crisis, so I am gonna take your class as a substitute. So let's start."

    And we all were like, Oh come on is she joking? She didn't look like a professor at all, she looked too young. The whole class mistook her to be a student at first. Anyways so we had a class with her. It was so peaceful. The way she was reading those poems, felt as if she herself is a poem. With a smile on her face, it seemed as if she is as pure as melting dew, without any coarseness, without any resentment...just made of love. And I wanted to know what love actually is.

    .....to be continued
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