"A Y Generation Love Story -chapter 21"
Shiv and sati was sitting in the lane of the bus terminus . She was waiting for her mom . They were sitting opposite to each other. There was a diary in between them and sati was writing something.
That was the most wonderful moment when you put your head on my lap and looked into my eyes and that single tear drop you shed .
He pulled the pen from her and started writing .
I loved the way you cooked and served me that day . Especially all of my favorite menu , the way you fed me, wiped my mouth after the meal, spoon fed the dessert alternative bites was the best thing.
Sati took the pen.
The first time you introduced me to your school friends . You said she is sati my better half. Not as lover, not as friend. Just better half . I loved it.
Shiv took the pen .
The first time we went on my bike . First you kept your hand bag between us , after sometime you took the bag but every time when I applied the brake, you would go back every time. Finally hugged me like there is no tomorrow .
Sati and Shiv pulled the pen from each others hand.
The way you shouted I love you.
The way you blushed.
The way you held my hands.
The way you looked into my eyes.
Your crooked smile.
Your redness on your cheek.
Your mole below the lower lip.
Your deo smell .
The first cake we had together .
The first fight .
The first sorry.
The first sex.
Shiv looked up . "We did only once, then what first sex?"
The first time you lifted me.
The first time we danced together .
The beach proposal.
The birthday craziness.
The naming of golden fishes .
Finally the bus came . Sati wiped her eyes .
"I will talk to her shiv " she said .
He smiled .
"Say something" she said .
He kissed her knuckles and folded his shirt sleeves .
Just ten centimeters below his right hand wrist, there was a tatoo in Arabic .
" What is this?"she asked .
"Guess " he said .
"Please I don't have time" she pleaded .
"Your name in Arabic" he said .
She couldn't control her tears and asked"why Arabic?"
"I checked all written languages in the world. This looked much more beautiful than other languages. So I wrote it" he said .
Sati's mom came walking in.
Sati couldn't reply to shiv . She hugged her mother and took her bag and started walking .
Shiv started walking in the opposite direction .
Neither of them turned back .
Shiv kissed the pen in his hands.
Sati hugged the diary with her chest.
Love felt blessed .
Life is beautiful,
With love,
Arvi
Shiv and sati was sitting in the lane of the bus terminus . She was waiting for her mom . They were sitting opposite to each other. There was a diary in between them and sati was writing something.
That was the most wonderful moment when you put your head on my lap and looked into my eyes and that single tear drop you shed .
He pulled the pen from her and started writing .
I loved the way you cooked and served me that day . Especially all of my favorite menu , the way you fed me, wiped my mouth after the meal, spoon fed the dessert alternative bites was the best thing.
Sati took the pen.
The first time you introduced me to your school friends . You said she is sati my better half. Not as lover, not as friend. Just better half . I loved it.
Shiv took the pen .
The first time we went on my bike . First you kept your hand bag between us , after sometime you took the bag but every time when I applied the brake, you would go back every time. Finally hugged me like there is no tomorrow .
Sati and Shiv pulled the pen from each others hand.
The way you shouted I love you.
The way you blushed.
The way you held my hands.
The way you looked into my eyes.
Your crooked smile.
Your redness on your cheek.
Your mole below the lower lip.
Your deo smell .
The first cake we had together .
The first fight .
The first sorry.
The first sex.
Shiv looked up . "We did only once, then what first sex?"
The first time you lifted me.
The first time we danced together .
The beach proposal.
The birthday craziness.
The naming of golden fishes .
Finally the bus came . Sati wiped her eyes .
"I will talk to her shiv " she said .
He smiled .
"Say something" she said .
He kissed her knuckles and folded his shirt sleeves .
Just ten centimeters below his right hand wrist, there was a tatoo in Arabic .
" What is this?"she asked .
"Guess " he said .
"Please I don't have time" she pleaded .
"Your name in Arabic" he said .
She couldn't control her tears and asked"why Arabic?"
"I checked all written languages in the world. This looked much more beautiful than other languages. So I wrote it" he said .
Sati's mom came walking in.
Sati couldn't reply to shiv . She hugged her mother and took her bag and started walking .
Shiv started walking in the opposite direction .
Neither of them turned back .
Shiv kissed the pen in his hands.
Sati hugged the diary with her chest.
Love felt blessed .
Life is beautiful,
With love,
Arvi
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