Love v/s Fate - A Behir Story

Part - Fifty Three

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Mahir: I know what you meant!

Bela: Mahir listen to me.....

Mahir went to another roon and locks himself. He sat on bed and took water bottle. He fills water in glass and drinks it. He took a deep breathe and says "Relax usne ese hi keh diya galti se.....pr kyun? Galti se bhi kyun kaha?.....Moo se nikal gaya hoga. Nikal gaya to nikal gaya baat to galti thi na!"

Then he hears bela's voice," I am sorry Mahir! Even I love you....I dont know mene kyun bol diya. I was trying to tease or galti se kuch or hi bol diya....I am sorry."

Mahir heard her and wipes his tears and opens the door. Bela looks at him and hugs him tightly. She backs off a little and cups his face with her tiny hands and says "What was that? I said na galti ho gy! Room mein lock hone ki kiya zaroorat thi?" Just then she notices tears in his eyes.

She wipes then and says "You were crying? Meri waja se tum.....I....I.... am really really sorry. I swear me mazak kr rahi....tumko tease kr rahi th or galti se ye sab bol diya. I didn't meant a single word. Tum kia me tumhare bina mar jaongi. I swear, tumne kabhi khud ko mujhse door kia to me suicide kr longi. Kahi se kood jaongi, hath kaat longi. Kych bhi kr dongi. "

Mahir kisses her forehead and says "Please esi baatein mat kari!"

Bela: I am sorry.

Mahir: I just got hurt. Matlab I love you truely. I need your body for loving you, not for satisfying myself. I want to share myself with you. I want to kiss you like you are my heaven. You are one of my precious thing. I really love you. I know there is some boys who uses women for themselves  unko tum ye sab bologi to unko koi fark nahi parega. But if you tell these lines to a boy who never interested in your body's beauty. Who just love you. To us larke ko bhot bura lagta hai.

A thought came in my mind, jiski waja se i locked my self. I was like k jisse mein pyar krta hoon wahi mujhe samjh nahi payi. Wahi mujhko ek...whatever.....isliye i got hurt.

Bela feels guilty, a tear escape from her eye and she hugs hum. Mahir tightens his grip on her waist.

Bela: I am....I am sorry.

Mahir: I can understand. Tumne ye sab kese bol diya. Its ok.

Bela: Yeah....kehna kuch or chahti th bol kuch or diya.

Mahir: Its ok! By the way one boy is okay.

Bela: No one girl is better.

Mahir: Its okay. You like boy na.

Bela: Girls bhi to cute hoti h.....kitni pretty hoti hain.

Mahir: Then a boy and a girl.

Bela: What if same gender hoa?

Mahir: To next ki preparation start kr denge.

Bela blushes and says " Let's see!"

Mahir: Ab ghar jana h ya yahi rehne ka irada hai.

Bela: Offcourse jana h shaadi krni h. I want a fairytale wedding.

Mahir: Acha ji.....okay....

To be continued!!!