This is the story of Jehangir and Riya.
Kaira calls her conscience; her brain, her ration.
What would happen if her conscience loses her control, what if, for once, she is able to live for herself and not for others?
Everyone knew what was going to...
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After having that almost breakdown at Kiara's house, I stopped talking to her. It's not that I wanted to be a brat and hurt her, but I didn't want to relive those moments again. Whenever I had to remember that talk, it makes me cry. So, I thought, to cope, I would stop talking to her. In short, I was trying to avoid her. The keyword is trying.
One evening, when I was finishing up some work in my office, I took a look at my office and the state of it. It was cleaned and everything was immaculate, and I like to keep clean because it gives me a sense of peace. But I knew, even though my mind was anything but clean, and dirt-free.
Not what you are thinking, perverts.
My mind was never at peace. It was either filled with work, family, friends and what was happening with them or thinking about Jug.
I never thought about myself. There was never the need.
Just before I have to leave, I received a call from one of my very close friends, and a text:
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None of them knew I had been travelling to Goa for a number of years but never went to see my friends because they would pity me. And that's the only thing that I don't want from them. Pity.
After 5 mins, I sent a reply back:
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I had my guitar stored in one of my wardrobes, so I went and took the guitar and started searching for a place for practising a couple of my songs that I had written years back.
I got out of the office, and by then, it was pretty dark. I roamed around for a while, till I found a huge room with a chair in between.
It was gorgeous. You could see the light from outside emitting in the room, giving a nice glow.
So, I sat down, and started singing one of my favourite songs, forgetting about my own songs:
Raina Beeti Jaaye from Amar Prem
Once I finished singing this song, I started singing Tauba Tumhare Yeh Ishaare from Chalte Chalte.
After that, I felt at peace. The moon was shining in the darkness of the night, and the stars were dancing along to please the moon. It was heart-stopping. I took out my camera and took a picture of the sky. Thenceforth I went to my office and put my guitar, my written songs and my camera in their respective places. Hidden from the world. Then, I left to go home.
After I reached home, I changed into my sleepwear and went to sleep, thinking what was Fatima's drive to make her like this. Kahani kya hai?
