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~ Akdha OS: dia masih mencintai saya ~ (harus dibaca akan membuat u menangis)Hi Akdha penggemar!Sesuatu yang baru untuk Anda!Hati yang menyentuh Os yaitu satu tembakan yang akan membuat u menangisJadi harus membaca dan meninggalkan komentar Anda khusus untuk mendorong penulis yaitu cuty1997 jika------------------------------------------------------------------Semua orang mengatakan Cinta menyakitkan. Tapi cinta tidak, tidak pernah sakit. Itu tidak dimaksudkan untuk menjadi. Cinta indah. Cinta ilahi. Cinta Suci.It's just bahwa kehilangan sakit satu kekasih itu dan menginginkan untuk mereka kembali membunuh!'Angin dingin melewati keras dan berbisik di telinga saya, akhir '. Tenggorokan saya berkumpul benjolan dan hati saya merasa sakit. Kesulitan yang membawa hidup tampak terlalu berat untuk ditanggung.Jodha berada di sana, hanya ada di sana, tapi aku tidak bisa mendekati dirinya. Begitu dekat, tapi masih begitu jauh.Setelah semua ini tahun kosong, aku melihat dia hari ini. Aku masih Jalal nya tapi ia tidak lagi Jodha saya, saya menyadari.Enam tahun yang lalu,"Aku harus pergi Jalal, aku minta maaf", dia dilipat tangannya dan mata indah banjir air mata."Dan hidupku? Tanpa Anda? ". Saya berdiri terdiam. Kata-katanya menyakitkan telah dikosongkan emosi saya."Saya tak berdaya""Tapi Jodha...", saya katakan tetapi dia mengenakan jarinya bibirku. Aku mencium mereka."Jalal, ini adalah apa ayah bertanya di saat-saat terakhir - Anda". Suaranya memiliki begitu banyak rasa sakit. Dia menggantung kepala."Tinggalkan? Sendirian? Untuk terkoyak apart? ". Hidup tidak mempunyai makna kiri."Berjanji saya, Anda tidak akan pernah menemukan saya", dia mengambil langkah kembali."Meminta saya untuk berhenti bernapas, tapi saya tidak dapat membuat janji ini", aku protes."Anda bisa...", ia melangkah ke depan untuk membelai pipiku.Aku memeluk sayang saya tapi mengatakan apa-apa. Dia meletakkan wajah di dada saya dan saya napas berat meniup rambutnya. Aku bisa mendengar detak jantung nya keras. Pikiran karena hidup tanpa dia ditikam jiwaku."Biarkan aku pergi", ia mendorong kembali.Saya terkejut. Dia berjalan ke pintu dan dunia saya meronta-ronta. Saya melihat ke bawah bumi dan berharap akan dikremasi lalu abunya."Dan cincin? Kami berjanji untuk bersama-sama? Bagaimana... ", saya bertanya tetapi berhenti ketika aku mendongak.Kakinya yang membawanya pergi. Aku berkata apa-apa dan demikian pula Dia. Dia berjalan keluar tanpa berbalik.Segera, embun pagi hidupku telah meninggalkan. Air mata tak berujung didekati mata saya tetapi saya tidak menumpahkan apapun.Aku telah berjanji tidak pernah untuk menangis. Aku telah berjanji untuk memegang tangannya sampai mati. Aku telah berjanji untuk bersamanya, selamanya. Tapi janji-janji, sebagaimana adanya, tidak pernah terpenuhi. Mereka dibuat untuk dilanggar - untuk istirahat Anda; merobek Anda terpisah.Hari ini,Itu hanya satu hari lagi ketika aku bergegas ke bus lokal untuk mencapai kantor saya tapi saya tidak pernah tahu apa yang telah saya hanya satu hari lagi untuk saya.Sopir bus dipercepat saat masuk. Driver ini ill-treat penumpang yang step-in dari gerbang belakang, saya pikir. Seimbangan di bus selalu mengajak hari yang buruk di depan.Aku pindah ke mengambil kursi kosong tetapi seorang lelaki tua berlari untuk menduduki itu. Dia tampak tinggi, dengan perut besar, jadi aku berdiri di samping. Aku melihat dia sambil berdiri di bus makan. Dia memberikan senyum licik dan saya menyiksanya di kepalaku.As I turned my face looking for seats, I was stunned. The air smelt fragrant and the sunlight beamed the forehead of a lady. She was four seats ahead of me. She was my Jodha.Jodha was the love of my life. We were the best of friends and lovers in college. But with the devil's curse, she left me when her father died.Her father was a Hindu priest and I being Jalal Mohmmad, a Muslim, was what he hated the most. He was also an activist of Hindu Reformatory Society and his daughter having a muslim boyfriend was something he could never accept. So, when he breathed last, he asked his daughter to leave me. Saying this, his soul left his body and so did mine.The priest made a combo deal. He died with one soul and took another soul with him.But now, as I saw her after so many years, I broke my promise. I shed a tear. The bus was fully-packed but my eyes were on her only.Fate had drawn us apart, but has brought a renewed hope again.I reached my wallet and took out the ragged paper from the coin pocket. It had OUR LOVE IS ABOVE RELIGIONS written by Jodha. I had preserved it. She used to call it our littlelove certificate'. It was so beautiful that my lips curved a smile again.I remembered our lovely walks in the beach-side. I remembered how she used to hold my hand in the library, aside the bookshelf.I remembered how we used to mimic her father's preaches. I remembered how she used to tell that we own the world. I remembered her every nuisance and playful act, I recalled every breath we took together.So today, I wanted to approach and surprise her. I knew as she would see me, she would hug me and cry in my lap.I turned to the window-mirror for a reflection to check myappearance.The sun shone brighter today. A clump of Gulmohar trees, aside the road, had beautiful red flowers. Spring had come - a wave of happiness in my life. I beheld a joy within. I always wanted to spend my life with her, to grow old with her.We had been distanced for so long, but not anymore. I was thrilled for a new beginning. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes to pray.But my prayer was suddenly obstructed as the driver took a power-brake. It threw me ahead. I tried to skip from her sight but I saw her. Her hair was still so straight and silky but something pinched my eyes.It had sindoor in it!My world took a turn-around in the slightest of a moment.She was not my Jodha, she was someone else's wife. She had married someone. Time froze!She was at the brisk of distances yet I could not scream. The spring had not brought any happiness, but a harsh truth - she was not my anymore, she was someone's better-half now!Suddenly, I felt the urge to run away with her but I could not. I should not, said my heart.I bent again to see her. She was smiling. She was happy - happy without me. She had surely forgotten me. All these years, every night I slept with a dream to meet her someday. But today was not like something I had dreamt of. My head felt like being weighed tons. My feet became numb and my body went cold.I sighed, gathered all my strength and approached.I turned back and approached to the back-gate. The next stoppage was near-by.As the bus stopped, I jumped out. A girl gazed me for jumping like a fool and being hurt, but it didn't matter. My legs were not hurt, I was hurt."Forget marriage, I have never looked at any girl all these years. But she?"I was cheated by her. She broke her promise of being mine forever."She does not love me anymore. I am no more a part of her life." My breath ragged and strained.Feeling lost again, I sat at the roadside like a beggar. I looked round the city; it was too busy to stop for me. I gazed at the blue sky above.LIFE MAY NOT OFFER THE SAME CHANCE TWICE said the board of Life Insurance Company. I wanted to shout, why was this chance given to me? Should I run to ruin her married life?I wanted somebody to hug me. But no! I was all alone in this world. I broke down as I looked at the going bus. She was in it, happy.It was just like yesterday when everything was so fine,I was her and she was mine.It was very much of our time.But the time had flown away now. The going bus was the metaphor of Jodha going away. I wanted to cry aloud but my lungs were jammed.My eyes were staring the bus and suddenly everything changed in a moment. My ears rang with a noise and the hot wave of air shook me. I could not figure out the thing; the bus blastedIt was a bomb.Tornadoes of ashes rose and I could not spot anything. The fumes of the burning bus filled the air and people ran all around. My eyes caught grime and scattered death all across the road. Probably, the bus was in two parts or three.One part had crashed into the cars on the road and the other part had gone into the shop nearby.I ran towards it. The road was painted in black and red. Everyone was mourning with pain. It was chaos all around.I ran for my Jodha. The wounds of the past were unhealed; I could not bear a new one. We had many things unheard and unsaid. I did not want to lose the chance life had given me.I ran for her life, our life, but I slipped on the road.The fall displaced my vertebral discs. The road felt hot and bloody. I never knew blood was so slippery.I stood up to run again but a hand flew from the force and embraced my fall. It was apart from the shoulder. It was from the blast. It touched my cheeks. Though it was painted with blood, I could feel the pulsing blood within and its warmth.I knew that warmth. I touched the fingers. It had a ring. I knew that ring too.I cried and banged my head on the road. I held the palm. The sensation of the touch said the unspoken words. I cried a lot. Sooner, it went numb.It had the same ring - our promise of being together. The hand had come to keep her another promise - holding my hand till death. She had the ring; she still loved me. It was my Jodha's hand.----------------------------------------------------------------------------Plz Hit Like and leave your special comments to encourage the writer to write more !Credit for each and every word in this OS Goes to real writer of this storyNote- This Story is not related to serial but just a imagination of someone !With Love
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