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Love and life are two different things
Don't mix them
If someone lost its life
You still has the love of
That beloved.
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Recap: Randhir got to knew about Sanyukta and her father. He talk to Sanyukta and tell her to be comfortable in this house.
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~Next morning:
~6:00 a. m.
~Randhir's room
(Randhir's pov)
I open my eyes as the glittering sun burst slightly on my face . I am still on my bed under a duvet and feels sleepy . But i have to get up . My Addidas jogging shoes are calling me . As I already skipped my jogging schedule for three days .
Now no more excuses , i rush to the bathroom to do my mornings routine. I changed into my jogging wears . I lace up my jogging shoes and pick my Beats earphone.
My favourite music buzzing in my ears and i step down the stairs .
The gardener is all set on his job. He is watering the plants.
"Good morning, Raju". I wished my gardener first time in my life . He gawking at me like i said something weird and he don't speak anything.
Again I speaks " Good morning Mr. Flower pot" . He smiles and speaks " you are wishing me .??" "Today is something special sir, May be sun changes it's rising point". He added .
We both burst into a laughter And i moves forward .
I saw Miss Sanyu standing in the garden in her blue tight fitted top and a stretchable jeggings. Blue is always looks so sexy on her . With the closed eyes and the joined hands . She streached upwards her arms . And poses as some
bharat natyam stance.
Yes ! Mr. Flowers pot ,you are right .Something is changed inside me. The reason is infront of me. I am staring her ,like i never see a beautiful girl.
The sun beam on her body makes her brown hairs glimpse as a golden strands .
I stands here for a minute but i step further my way.
On the pavement , the fresh breeze calms the whirlpool of her thoughts in my mind. But I welcome her memories again and again. I felt little confused, is this just a immense infatuation or some pure love .?? I Questioned to myself.
I have to find it out soon otherwise i ll gonna mad one day .
After an hour, i come back , heavily sweating and tired.
I try at once to look at garden, but she is not in the sight.
I step inside the living area , i see her in the kitchen. She is helping Mary to prepare morning meal. She is still in her same sexy morning blue top.
I loudly said, " Good morning Mary". So may be she too angled her face towards me . And i can have a proper gaze on her face and i converse her something via my eyes .
But , Alas! Nothing happened like this .
Mary answered, "Good morning my son" . Mary is like my mother alike. She look after my every need.
But Miss Sanyu , still in her 'not to look anywhere position '.
"Good morning Miss Sanyu" , i wished her too after waiting for a one single gaze . She turned her cute little face , our eyes share a moment.
And she speaks in a soft formal voice ,
"Good morning Mr. Shekhawat,
And please call me Sanyukta, not sanyu. Its a request ". She replied.
"Ok, alright Miss Sanyukta ", i leave the place and step in my bedroom. I wondered the reason behind her rude behaviour towards me or its just my overthinking regarding her nature.
She is new in this house . She is still in the shadows of grief. She needs some time to mingle with me , to be a member of this house. But i am not gonna leave a single chance to show her that i care for her. "My Sanyu ".
I moved to the bathroom and take a bath and get all set to leave the house for my office. I gather all my needy things and business files and put all these stuff in my office bag . I left my room and ask Mary to pack my breakfast , i am getting late for my meetings .
All of sudden, a feminine familiar voice struck to my ears . I look back , a tall ,beautiful ,my lady , Miss Sanyu , oops ; Miss Sanyukta is standing behind me .
She is wearing a long full sleaves black dotted kurti , pair it with contrasting pants . Her elegance looks take my heart again and again . She dress up with little black kohl in her gorgeous eyes and a liitle gloss on her pink baby lips . She let her hair open to kill me .
"People should give their best to have breakfast at home , are always been successful in their life". She justified.
"My mother used to say that . I can only request you. Can't enforce you." She added to her words.
"I must say that your mother taught you every possible way to live as a affirmative beings. I agreed you" . He applauded her saying.
She passes a inappropriate small smile as someone applied a heavy tax on her smile.
"Where are going Miss Sanyukta , to office . Come along with me , i am going to the same place ." I told her .
"No , its ok . I have go to my older office first to collect my left belongings and other stuff . Then
i ll go to your other firm. I ll see you there then " . She whispered.
"Had you take your breakfast??. I questioned her.
"Ya ! Actually , i packed some food for me . I ll take it along with me and having it with my mom." She chirped.
" But your mother is no more , i am sorry to say that. But i knew that". I said .
Her eyes has a tint of redness, a drop of a moisture. This moisture is getting permanent in her eyes day by day .
" Yes , she is dead long time ago . But i feel her presence in the park nearby my house . That was our favourite place . She loves to spare her free time inside it. And i too like it a lot .
And i routinely have my first meal at there , with her memory, with her love". She answered me very genuinely.
And she left from from my sight quickly.
Her moistened eyes challenge me to stop a tear drop gently move down to her luring lips . But I couldn't do anything and lastly her stubborn eyes wins and laughed at me . I was so helpless. I can't do anything to make her smile , to make her happy.
I drifted my thoughts to my breakfast plate . I take a first bite of a veg stuffed paratha . And its taste different yet more delicious than any other day . It reminds me my mother too .
Today gonna be A mothers Day. I missed her too . Her hand made parathe. And her priceless hug.
I loved the breakfast not only because my Sanyu made them but also she is involving herself in my home as a family member.
I love you Mom
For been my mother
I love you Mom
For been in my life
With a brethen body or without
Be with me
Be with us .
I love you Mom,
For sending Sanyu in my life ,
She ll be mine without any strife .
Thanks Sanyu to be in my life ,
I ll lucky to have you as my wife.
- me
I finish my meal and left for my office.
(End of Randhir's pov)
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Precap: Randhir is driving a car and her Sanyu is sitting adjacent him. Both are in one car . Guess who saw them and think what can happen next??? Stay connected.
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Hii guys! Hope u enjoy some sandhir moments.
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{Reima}❤️
