The Beginning Of Forever..?!

PROLOGUE..!!

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" Please don't cry na baby.. How can we let you go if you keep on crying " said my mom who's of 40 year old but doesn't look like one.. she looks more like a teenager.. I envy that fact.. Anyways chuck it.. The most important thing is she's herself controlling her weeps and asking me to stop crying.. 

" Oh.. My chweeet mother..!" I thought..

But my wail didn't stop.. How talented I am.. I can do two works simultaneously.. thinking and crying.. "Wow Prisha.. You're amazing..!!" I praised myself...

Then comes my 42 year old Dad in front of me, caressed my cheeks which are now wet with tears and cleared the tear drops which're not at all in a mood to stop at any moment..

" See.. what have you done to my baby girl's face.. It has become red.. Stop crying no bacha.. " spoke my concerned father..

I snuggled myself into my dad's embrace and wailed even more.. Now I realized one of my mom's  saying - " when we ask a crying person to stop, the person cries even more.." which is my present condition..

Everyone in the airport were witnessing my dramatic behavior.. some made weird faces and laughed while some adored.. But I didn't give any heed to them..

" Prisha.. Your flight departure announcement is going on.. You need to hurry.. " came a strict voice of my elder brother, Rohan..

I nodded negatively and hold my mom's arms tightly just like a school kid who denies to enter the school on her very first day..

" For God sake, stop crying Pri.. You're going to study in US (United States) and  not going with your husband to live with your in- laws.. Okay..?? " He joked.. I glared at him..

well.. Pri is my sweet name.. which my brothers and friends use to call me..

He shook his head in disbelief when my dad cajoled me..

" Darling.. Lets go.. " my dad pulled me a little..

I again nodded in no and started my crying session..  Again..

" why are you crying..? I'm the one who should cry " my younger brother, Kalyan jumped in between..

I frowned at him not getting his statement..

" Its valentine's day and I've missed 3 dates.. already.. " He complained...

I hit him on his stomach and muttered.. " You Idiot.. How mean.. "

After a long wailing session, these are the words I uttered for the first time.. All credit to my baby brother, Bobby who never leaves a single chance to tease me.. well.. Bobby is Kalyan's nick name which he accepts only from his loved ones.. others are not allowed to call him by that name.. If does, his temper over flows..

" Ahh.. Mom.... " he faked a pain holding his stomach where I hit him few seconds ago and hugged my mom.. After all he's my mom's sweet ladla.. such a drama king he is..

I'm not less either.. I too am a daddy's little girl.. So I hugged my dad and whined like a 2 year old kid..

" Kalyan.. Behave..!! " scolded my loving dad.. I smirked looking at my poor brother..

he made a poker face and I burst into laughter.. They all remained calm and were adoring me.. 

" Keep smiling bacha.. You'll be missed sooo much.. " confessed my mom..

I hugged her followed by remaining 3 men and it became a cute family hug..

"I'm so gonna miss my family" I thought..

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Sru..