Wednesday, 16 November 2016

Chapter 1:Mystery



It Was A BriGht MorninG...... ShiLpa Was Busy In The Kitche....
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Her Ears ListeninG To The Song Armaan Was HumminG....

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(As He Was BathinG.... They Lived In A Duplex House.... Armaan Chose To Have The Upper Portion And ShiLpa Mostly dwelt In The Lower......)
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(When Armaan Was Around Her Eyes Would Be The Only Sense That Worked....
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When Armaan Was Around But Not In Front....
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Ears Would Be The Only One Working.....
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When He Was Away... It Was Just Her Mind And His ThouGhts In Her Mind That Worked....)
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(She Was CookinG For Him... Even After His Repetitive Instruction.... NOT TO....)
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(She Loved CookinG For Him... She Loved DoinG ThinGs For Him....
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She Loved Him.... More Than She Loved HerSelf..... She Loved Him Like No One Has Ever Loved Before.....)
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(As The SinGinG Slowly Faded Away And The Door Knob Clicked.... She Saw Him CominG Out And StridinG Away To His Room......)
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(She Could Not Resist Him......... His Toned Body..... His Fair Skin Which Almost Shone In The MorninG Sun.....
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EveryThing In Him Was So Irresistible.... Except The FACT That.... He Was Not ShowinG Any Love Towards Her.....)
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(ShiLpa MeticuLusly Plated Breakfast For Him.... As He Came Down.... Formally Dressed...
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She Extended The Plate To Him....)
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(Armaan Sighed..... He Looked At The Plate And Then At The Floor.....
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Armaan: I Don’t Want You To Cook For Me.... I WiLL Take Care Of My Needs....
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(WithOut RaisinG His Head He Uttered.....And Strode Away Towards The Door....)
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(It Was The Usual Scene.... ShiLpa often Made Only One ServinG Of A Meal...
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(Armaan Would Not Eat It Most Of The Time And She Would Manage With It.....)
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(She Got Used To His Silence And Distance.....
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She Never Complained....
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She Was Not Sure How To TeLL It To SomeOne.....
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Parents....??? AccordinG To Her Were Her Last Choice....She Did Not Want To Trouble Them....
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( She Wanted To Tell It To Rishi....Her Brother....
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But She TouGht Let It Wait For Some Time....
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ThinGgs WiLL Get Changed.....)
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ShiLpa: Armaan....?? Just Aa Sec.......
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(She Spoke..... She Had So Much Love And Numerous Questions In Her Big Innocent GREEN Eyes.....)
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Armaan: Hmm..
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(Armaan Stopped MovinG.... He Did Not Look Back.....)
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ShiLpa: Few Of My Gold Ornaments Are MissinG....
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Armaan: Where did you keep them...???
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ShiLpa: At home.... In My Wardrobe...
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Armaan: Search For One More Time....
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ShiLpa: No I Did....SeveraL Times..... Those Were My Favorite Ones....
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(She said In Saddened Tone...)
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Armaan: Ok..... Let Us See What Could Be Done....
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(He Said And Moved Out.....)
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(It Was Probably The LonGest Conversation They Had Spoken In The Past Few Weeks....)
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(As ShiLpa Peeped To See Him Leave....Avni Her NneiGghbor.... Smiled At Her....)
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ShiLpa: Come in.... Aunty.... Had Breakfast...??
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AVNI: Yes Beta. I Did..... Thank You..... By The Way Wanted To Ask You The House Key....
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(She Extended Her Hands....)
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ShiLpa: Sure Aunty..... Just A Minute
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(ShiLpa Rushed In....)
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(AVNI Owned The House, Which Was Exactly Opposite To ShiLpa’s....
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They Were About To SeLL It......But A Doctor Family Had Planned To Buy It....)
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( The Keys Were With ShiLpa..... As She Stayed Home Most Of The Time....)
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(ShiLpa Gave Away The Keys..... AVNI Thanked And Left.....)
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(As AVNI Aunty Departed.... ShiLpa Locked The House....
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It Was Empty Again..... She Looked At The Breakfast Plate On The DininG TabLe.....
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She Covered It With Another...... She ThouGht Of HavinG It Later....)
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(She WaLked Swiftly Towards Her Cupboard.... Drew Out Her Reception Album....
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Probably It Was The Last Time Armaan Had SmiLed At Her....)
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(She Ran Her FinGers ThrouGh The Picture Of Her Armaan SmiLinG....)
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(It Has Been One And A Half Years....
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She Had Felt His Warmth..... ShiLpa And Armaan Never Go Out Together....
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Armaan Did Not Let ShiLpa To Stay Close To Him Even When He Was Sick...
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He Was An Independent Person..... But SomeThing Had Made Him Rigid.....
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That Something Took Him Away From Her....
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Above All..... That Something Had Made Him Hate Her....)
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(She Felt A Harsh Pain In Her Head...... ShiLpa ThouGht Something In Her Made Him Hate Her...
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She Was Puzzled As What It Was.... It Was The Worst FeelinG....
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She Never Knew What Her Mistake Was...... Yet She Was Being Punished.... Tears RoLLed Down Her Cheeks.... As sSe Recollected The Phone CaLL Which Armaan Made Just Before Their Wedding.....
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<><><><<<<....FLASHBACK..........
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ShiLpa: HeLLo......
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(ShiLpa Smiled As She Attended His CaLL...)
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Armaan: My Love Heaven Is Just A Day Away.....
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By This Time.... Tomorrow.... You Would Be My Wife....
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It’s Just You Who Can BrinG So Much Happiness And Beauty To My Life....
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ShiLpa: Enough ..... My To Be Hubby.... Have Something In Store After The WeddinG Too...
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Armaan: Hmmmmm....You WiLL Not Run Out Of Love And I WiLL Not Run Out Of Words....
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Describing My Love For You.....
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ShiLpa: Oh My God....... Hey Listen,..... Don’t Make Me Blush Hard....
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Armaan: Hayyyeee.... MissinG Those Cheeks And The Blush.....
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ShiLpa: HoLd On And Listem.... I Am StartinG From Home To Wedding HaLL....
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See You In The Evening..... We Would Have Been Paired For The Family Ritual Then...
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( She Said WHiLe SmilinG..... And Cut The CaLL....
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<><><><><<<<<......FLASHBACKSSSSSS ENDS..........>><><><><><>
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(Her Eyes And Cheeks Were Wet As She Ran Through That Beautiful Conversation In Her Mind...
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It Was The Final Lovely Conversation She Had With Armaan....
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After The Reception He Bade A Bye And Smiled At Her Before He Walked To His Room.....
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That Was The Last Time She Saw Him SmilinG At Her.....)
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ShiLpa: I LOVE YOU ALOTT.....
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(Her Head Throbbed..... She Rested Her Head Against The Cushion..... She Cried UntiL She Dozed Off......)
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TO BE CONTINUED.........................
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(A SHORT STORY......From My BloG Stories.....)
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(Writer/CreatOr: S-S)
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S-S

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