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  • tortoise 3w

    रोकना चाहती हूं
    खुद को, तुम्हारे करीब जाने से।
    इतना कठिन क्यों है ये?
    चंद दिन ही तो बीते हैं
    इस बात को,
    कि हमारी बातों में
    अब वो बातें नहीं रहीं।

    जानती हूं, तुम्हें
    और तुम्हारे व्यस्त जीवन को।
    यकीन मानो, मेरी बुद्धि,
    मेरा ज्ञान, ये बताता है मुझे
    कि कैसे तुम्हारा हर दिन गुजरता है
    ज़िंदगी की भाग दौड़ में, और
    कैसे हर रात तरसते हो तुम
    सुकून भरी नींद के लिए!

    ऐसा भी नहीं है, कि
    मैं हूं खाली, तुमसे गुफ्तगू करने को।
    पल भर के लिए तुम्हारी
    आवाज़ सुनने को मिल जाए
    तो अभी ही चैन आ जाए!
    पर फ़िर मैं जानती हूं,
    अपने आप को भी, तुमसे ज़्यादा।

    शायद,
    एक पल में जो सुकून दोगे तुम,
    अपनी आवाज़ सुना कर,
    उसकी गूंज नहीं सोने देगी मुझे,
    अगली कितनी ही रातों तक!
    कितने ही नशे हैं, यूं तो करने को,
    देखो मुझे, तुम्हारी आवाज़ में डूबी हुई!

    इसीलिए ठीक ही है,
    तुमसे दूर रहना।
    हां, कठिन ज़रूर है, खुद को रोके रखना।
    कभी कभी तो असंभव प्रतीत होता है।
    फिर झांक लेती हूं मैं, चुपके से
    पुरानी स्मृतियों में, जहां संजो के
    रखा है मैंने तुम्हारी हर आवाज़ को।
    जिससे पा लेती हूं मैं, असीम सुख,
    तुम्हारा, मेरे करीब होने का!

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 3w

    #cinquain

    Oh my goodness! Another repost from my @writersnetwork ��❤️

    Jingle bell, jingle bell, jingle all the way!
    Oh what fun, is it to eat, all the green kurkure!

    ~©tortoise

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    winters
    bring sadness with
    them, despite, the happy Sun
    blazing it's heat. So why the blue
    hue, dear?

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 4w

    झूठा फ़साना

    बेशक ये डर ही है, जो मुझे हमेशा एक बंद किताब बनाए रखता है, वो भी सख़्त जिल्द वाली, क्या कहते हो तुम, अपनी भाषा में? जी हां, हार्ड कवर, नॉट पेपर बैक। जिसे एक पारदर्शी अलमारी में सजाया गया है। तुम देख सकते हो, और अनुमान लगा सकते हो। लेकिन सिर्फ वही जो मैंने चाहा है, दिखाना। हकीकत से रूबरू हो पाओ तुम, कि पन्ना दर पन्ना पड़ लो, इतना बड़ा कमिटमेंट, नहीं कर पाऊंगी मैं!

    पर ठीक भी है, मेरे आईने से देखो तो। मैं क्यों करूं कोई वायदा तुमसे? हो कौन तुम? बस क्योंकि तुम्हें पता है, मैं मरती हूं हिंदी पिक्चरों पर, तो तुम्हें अपना दोस्त बना लूं, और कसमें खां लूं, तेरा जैसा यार कहां? या तुम वो हो, जो जान गए हो, मैं लिखती हूं, प्रेम से लैस कहानियां, और गुनगुनाती हूं, "मेरे ख्वाबों में जो आए", और इसीलिए अब मुझे तुम्हारे भेजे हुए हर वीडियो को सबसे पहले देखना चाहिए?
    एक मिनट रुको, कहीं तुम वो तो नहीं, जो जान गए हो कि मैं रोती भी हूं, और तुम्हें अब मिल गया है हक़, मेरी दुनिया बनने का? नहीं। तुम उतने ज़रूरी नहीं हो। तुम्हें शायद पता ना हो, लेकिन तुम भी कमिटमेंट से बचते हो, जैसे इतने लंबे लेख को तुम नहीं पढ़ोगे, मैं जानती हूं, और सिर्फ़ इसीलिए मैं इसमें एक एक लाइन बड़ाती जा रही हूं।

    मैं सिर्फ़ अपने आप से कमिटेड हूं, और किसी से नहीं। किसी और के वक्त के हिसाब से मैं अपना समय नहीं बांट सकती। क्योंकि तुम अब खाली हो तो मैं बात नहीं कर सकती। मैं अपने आप की सबसे पहली प्रायोरिटी हूं, तो किसी और की दूसरी नहीं बन पाऊंगी। मेरे लिए सबसे पहले मैं हूं, फिर कोई और। तो जब मैंने तुम्हें प्रेम दिया, तो वो भी मेरे लिए था। और जब मैंने तुम्हें दूर किया तो वो भी मेरे लिए ही है। तुम कह सकते हो कि मैं स्वार्थी हूं। पर मैं अपना स्वार्थ सिद्ध करने के लिए किसी का इस्तेमाल करना नहीं जानती। ना ही किसी को आहत करती हूं। मैं बस, प्रेम से मेहनत करना जानती हूं।

    और जानती हूं तो केवल वायदे निभाना। ता–उम्र!

    (अब ये फ़साना पूरा जो हुआ है,
    इस कमबख्त दिल ने फ़िर याद तुम्हें ही किया है!)

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 4w

    झूठा फ़साना

    एक भारीपन सा है, सीने में कहीं। कुछ अटका हुआ सा मेरी ज़ुबां पर। क्या मैं वाकई डरती हूं कमिटमेंट से? हां, ये तो सच है, कि कोई वीडियो यदि ४ मिनट से बड़ी है, तो मुझे सोचना पड़ता है। और ज़्यादातर मैं बिना देखे ही उसकी तारीफ़ भी कर देती हूं। अक्सर पकड़ी भी जाती हूं, स्वाभाविक है। शायद। पर वीडियो देखना समय की बर्बादी जैसा प्रतीत होता है, इसीलिए, हैना?

    मेरे ज़्यादा दोस्त नहीं हैं। मुझे दूर से ही दोस्ती रखना आता है। यूं करीब जा कर उनकी ज़िंदगी में दख़ल करने को मैं ज़रूरी नहीं समझती। किसी दोस्त से मिलने के लिए २ घंटे ट्रैवल करना, या जब चाहा तब घूमने निकल जाना, ये वायदे नहीं किए जा सकते। मेरे अपने दायरे हैं, शायद घरवालों के भी हों। पता नहीं। इतना समय गुज़ार लिया है एक माहौल में कि पता नहीं चलता, क्या मेरा अपना है, क्या समाज का दिया हुआ।

    तुम प्रेम करते हो मुझसे। यकीन मानो खुश हूं मैं ये जान कर। मैं भी यकीनन उतना ही प्रेम करती हूं तुमसे, या शायद थोड़ा ज़्यादा। प्रेम में प्रेमी अपना सब कुछ न्योछावर कर देते हैं, एक दूजे पर। बिना जाने कि सामने वाला धोखा देगा, या नहीं। पर मैं तुम्हें कसमें नहीं दे सकती, साथ जीने मरने की। ना ही वायदा कर सकती हूं, हमेशा तुम्हें और तुम्हारे प्रेम को समझने का। मुझे नहीं करनी ज़िद्द तुमसे, तुम्हारा वक्त मांगने के लिए। ना ही ये गारंटी दे सकती हूं कि मेरी पूरी दुनिया तुम ही रहोगे। क्योंकि मैंने इन वायदों को टूटते देखा है। मैं वापस से नहीं टूटना चाहती, भले ही तुम कितने भी सच्चे हो, मैं कभी तुम्हें अपने आप को पूरा नहीं दे पाऊंगी। क्योंकि, कभी वो तुम ही तो थे ना जो मुझे छोड़ के चले गए थे बीच राह पर, ये कह कर कि मैं बहुत ज़्यादा हूं!

    (ये अधूरा फ़साना है...
    अभी हमें एक और हिस्सा लेके आना है!)

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 5w

    How often we imagine love to be everything, and anything, yet if your love lacks any of these three, i guess it's not love! I am sure it's not love!

    @miraquill @writersnetwork

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    Chunks of Love

    Half drunk, on love, and half asleep,
    i went close to the one, emotionally deep.
    Wintery nights, wrapped in a blanket;
    weary day, all tired, i feel like shit.
    Instead of a cup of hot tea,
    i asked for,
    two spoonfuls of love, for me!

    The four letter word, that boast a lot.
    Its meaning, last night, i finally got.
    Into chunks, he broke down that word.
    To let it be clear, for the whole world!
    "Prayers, appreciation,
    and respect for you.
    It's the only way
    to love someone true."

    How grateful i felt after talking to him,
    I glowed bright, even when lights were dim.
    The lesson that was skipped every time,
    got learnt, by heart, via a beautiful rhyme.
    Some people are blessings in disguise,
    hold onto them, forever, only if you're wise!

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 5w

    #cees_options

    Hello @writersnetwork it's been long, since i tagged you! :)

    I know the challenge is over, but i promised her to participate, after i finish up with my novel ( it's #TheBestManSeries if anyone wants to read it!).

    So yea, here's tagging her challenge account! @luvnotes_challenge_host

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    Past L(if)e!

    Who might you have been in a past life?

    If i were to believe, just like you, to have lived a life in the past, i imagine to be born as a guy, with an immense longing to feel how it would be to live like a woman, who doesn't need to work, or struggle and gets everything by men. And may be, that's why, I'm born as a woman to acknowledge what all they go through all their lives.

    If i were to believe, in my past life, i imagine myself in the tattered shoes, or may be walking on the rough lands barefoot, since I've respected the invention of footwear more than anything else, and i absolutely love my comfortable sports shoes.

    If there was any past life of mine, i imagine myself to be overburdened by my appetite, that i had to put my passion away for mere survival, since the only driving force in my life is passion to achieve my goals, even when there's no external force. I fear failing in making my career more than anything else. It's like what if i couldn't make it, that keeps making me work my ass off!

    If i were to believe, anything about my past life, i imagine myself to be a taker, of goods, and feelings, because all this life, I've been on the giving side. A giver of money, advices, notes, work, friendship, happiness, and second chances. It's like paying off the debts, with interests.

    And, lastly, if i were to believe in any past, i imagine myself to be an orphan, or someone who couldn't receive true love, for my life revolves around people who shower me with their immense love, in every form, of family and friends, to which I'm absolutely grateful!

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 6w

    #TheBestManSeries - for all parts.
    #NaNoWrMo - National Novel Writing Month

    And with this, I'm bringing an end to the story. This has been really a long one and it consumed a lot of me. I hope i come up with another story (not a love story this time, i hope!). Till then, let's hibernate. Tortoise is too exhausted!

    Special thanks to @pink_berry @blurryface__14 you guys kept me motivated all the while, consistently. Thank you for your overwhelming love to the story.
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    Dressed in an elegant blocked pattern gray colored designer saree, Kritika walked downstairs alongside Abhinav, who matched his outfit with hers. The couple received blessings from the elderly, and gifts from friends, and relatives. Mr. Mehra was busy with the lunch arrangement, and guiding the staff to work perfectly, as a daughter's father is expected to. Her eyes were busy searching for Aditya, who hasn't arrived yet. She felt uncomfortable, and alone. Abhinav held her hand, and whispered to her ears, "He'll be here in a minute, don't worry, love. You're looking sizzling hot. I wonder why can't i take you off to our bedroom right now!"
    She blushed on his words, and gripped onto his hand. Her body relaxed, and she began enjoying her event.

    "Excuse me, guys! Hello. Everyone! Let's raise a toast to my beautiful, gorgeous, and perfectionist wife, Kritika. She has been a lifelong support in all my endeavours, and it's almost impossible to imagine my life without her. She's moody, clumsy, and hard to move, at times, and her brain amuses me often. But even after spending so much time with her, even today, i feel like it's not enough. I want more, i want her even today, and I'll be wanting her all my life. It's her, or none. I don't want anyone. Look at her blush, oh come on darling, don't hide your face, i love you!"

    As Abhinav ended his speech, Aditya clapped immediately, drawing her attention to him. She raised her eyebrows in question, and he made a gesture running his hand onto his heart telling her, how gorgeous she was looking right now! Her eyes were in sparkles! How much appreciation is enough appreciation for women, is still a big question, because they feel quite insecure about their presence. Compared to men, who can be wearing the same shirt, and pants, and walking on confidently even with their bulky stomach popping around. To have men who know how to remove your insecurities is a luxury. Words repeated often, boost your confidence, and words said by loved ones leave a long lasting impact. Aditya's praise give wings to Kritika. She took the mic from Abhinav, for it was her time to speak!

    "Contrasting to what all of you might be expecting, I'm here to ask you raise a toast, for my best friend, the Best Man, of my life, Aditya! Hey, come on, Adi, don't turn away. You know it's for you! It has to be for you. You gave a new direction to my thinking, and you were the only reason, i and abhinav are standing together happily! People like you are rare, and it might be possible whatever happened, happened because it was destined, and you planned nothing. May be we're destined to meet, and uplift each other as best friends are expected to, but you let me vent myself out. You hear me non judgementally, and even pushed me closer to what my heart desired for. I can't thank you enough, for everything you do for me, because you love me so much. Even if you don't speak out loud, i know how much special I'm to you! And it makes me feel super happy, that I'm cherished so badly by you. If you know, you know, right!"

    As she ended her speech, tears rolled down her eyes, and Abhinav handed her, his handkerchief. She wiped her tears, and hugged Abhinav.
    "I feel so light now baby, i love you so much, Abhi."
    "I love you the most, kitten. He deserved all of it."

    Aditya felt numb to her words, not because they weren't true, but because all his life he was abandoned time and again. No one has stood by his side for long, and forever was only a word, that held no meaning. He remembered, how at her wedding, she had whispered in his ears, "it isn't over yet, i still am your boss, and you're going to prioritise me all your life, i don't care, who comes next, or not. You're my and my best friend".

    Giving a dedicated speech, had happened only when one of the client was happy to make profits with the Srivastava Group. All this was new to him. 28 long years of surviving, and not an ounce of true love, had made his heart rock hard, which only Kritika's love melted away. He pointed Mr. Mehra to his car, and asked for something. Mr. Mehra brought a huge wrapped gift, rectangular shaped, along with a bouquet of Cosmos, and he handed it over to the couple. Abhinav couldn't hold his excitement and unwrapped the gift, while Kritika was busy with keeping the Cosmos in a beautiful vase that was in the corner of the hall.

    It was the same painting, Getko made for Aditya, that was reframed into an antique wooden brass lining. He had asked, Getko to add a few more details, since he has seen Kritika a little more closely, and it looked amazing now. Abhinav felt joyous, and cheered, "Wow! It's so enchanting! Kritika, come here, see! How majestic this is. We can hang it in our bedroom!"
    "May be, in the hall, that'd be better."
    "I see. Absolutely, in the hall. But we make love there too? You forgot?"
    "Shut up! Everyone's listening, Abhi."
    "So what! You're mine! And I'm yours."


    "Excuse me, Abhinav. She's mine too. Let me take her for a dance now. I'm dying to have a closure with her!"
    "Same here. Abhi doesn't even know how to dance, so we can do that, Adi!"


    "You guys are sick. You stay away from her, Aditya. It's my reception, I'll dance with her. And you, little cat, come here. We're dancing, even if i don't know how to. You've always made me dance according to your moods, so help me here as well."

    "If you guys plan for a kid, make sure to name the boy Aditya! I deserve that much!"
    "And what if, Kritika deliver a girl, Aditya?"
    That made both of the guys wondering, only when Kritika spoke chuckingly, "We'll call her Aditika! Right, Aditya!"

    And they all laughed out loud. Abhinav and Kritika danced merrily with each other, and Aditya switched the song to a romantic one. Kritika leaned towards Abhi, and kissed him onto his lips. He kissed her back, and his hands moved on her back, while her hands rubbed his chest.
    "I can't take it anymore."
    "Then, carry me to our bedroom!"
    "Ah! I love you the most, kitten!"

    ~©tortoise

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    The Best Man

    Part - 30

    How much appreciation is enough appreciation for women, is still a big question, because they feel quite insecure about their presence.

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 6w

    #TheBestManSeries - for all parts.
    #NaNoWrMo - National Novel Writing Month
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    "So what did you tell Aditya?"
    "And why do you need to know that, Abhi?"
    "Because there ain't any secrets between best friends!"
    "But you're my husband!"
    "Does that mean we're not best friends anymore?"
    "You want to be friend-zoned again?"
    "Hahaha! I don't mean that. I mean we can be best friends too."
    "In that case, you would had to walk beside me in the church, instead of standing in front of me!"
    "What do you mean?"
    "The best man, or what you call, A bridesman is a close male relative and/or friend of the bride, one who walks down the aisle in the bridal ceremony in the traditional place of a bridesmaid. It is a position of the highest level of honor in male friendship. So tell me how can you walk beside me, and stand opposite to me, at the same time, Abhi?"

    He chuckled. He had been her best friend since 11 years, and to take that honour away felt weird. But he also acknowledged in that moment, what he wanted from their relationship was more than just friends. He wanted to have babies with her, and may be grandchildren too. He didn't want to just visit places with her, he wanted to build homes with her. And she was always the one, he found out of his reach, yet she was his. Now. He sighed relief. The fear he was facing since past three days, that was actually kept suppressed since two years, was finally gone. She loves him, and he loves her too. It was more than okay, if she wants to live their new beginnings as couples. That also meant, Aditya was not going anywhere from the picture, and most likely she'd keep in touch with him. This last thought made him jealous, and he kissed her passionately.

    "You know, he gifted us this car and our honeymoon as well."
    "Really! I thought this car is rented, and our honeymoon! Damn? You already planned it. I'm so excited for it!"
    "It?"
    "Yeah. I mean excited to discover a new place. Ofcourse."
    "Hahaha! I see. He gifted us this protection kit too. I guess, then, it'd be useless right now. Shall i disca.."
    "Oh shut up. We need it more than anything else, unless you've other plans!"
    "No babies till one year!"
    "One year is less, but i guess i can manage my desires."
    "Sure! We'll see that. Another thing, after our trip, I've organised a reception party as well, at our hometown! So don't forget about it."
    "Damn! That's surprisingly good idea. Will Aditya join us too?"
    "The host doesn't need to join a party!"
    "He's such a good friend."
    "The best!"

    ....
    ....
    ....

    "Good to see you guys back! I hope the trip went smooth!"
    "All thanks to you, Adi, and your staff, that gave us a VIP feel!"
    "Yes, sir.. i mean, Aditya.. sir.. i mean.."
    "It's okay Abhinav. I already befriended you! Seems like you're not comfortable with my friendship."
    "Oh no, nothing like that, Aditya!"
    "It's okay na, Adi. I'm your friend. Let him be your employee only. You're mine only. I don't want to share my best friend with anyone!"

    Aditya smiled at Kritika! All he wanted to say, in that moment, was he was also hers. But he knew Abhinav would feel awkward, if not jealous! His eyes followed her, and his heartbeat raised as her hand grasped his. She walked beside him, and they all went to the hometown party that was waiting for them.

    ~©tortoise

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    The Best Man

    Part - 29

    All he wanted to say, in that moment, was he was also hers.

    ©tortoise

  • tortoise 6w

    #TheBestManSeries - for all parts.
    #NaNoWrMo - National Novel Writing Month
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    As Abhinav saw Kritika walking inside the Church, along with Aditya, his heart melted instantly. And as he realised she was walking towards him, he felt his blood boiling. What was the point of suffering for the last three days, and what was the use of making those divorce papers? But he thought about the legal papers he saw with Kritika. Were they marriage papers for them? Who knew! In a moment of rage, that's been kept suppressed all these years, he went closer to her, and slapped her. Silence prevailed the hall, and in the next moment, he hugged her tightly. Tears were gushing through his eyes, and he spoke in a teary voice,
    "Why do you always do things that kill me from inside, Kitten! Who gave you the right to hurt me this badly? All these years, I've lived to love you and even when i knew you don't love me back, i accepted it my destiny. You were mine, even if you weren't loving me. The mere thought of you with any other guy crumples me from inside. You may call me possessive, or may be obsessively possessive. I won't mind it, but i, .. but i.."

    His voice broke in the middle. Tears filled his throat, and Kritika wiped his face, like a mother does. She was about to cry too, when Aditya said, "Mind the liner. He's natural beauty, you'd need a make up kit again. You want it?"

    She smiled on his stupid remark, and Abhinav hugged her again.
    "I'm sorry for the slap, Kritika. I was so scared of losing you, that i couldn't take your surprise in a good sense. I never meant it. You can slap me back, and we're equal then."

    She rose her hand, in a gesture about to slap him, and instead pulled his cheeks, hard. He wasn't prepared for this gesture, specially after 3 years. Earlier it was Kritika's habit to do this to annoy him.
    "Stop it. We aren't kids anymore, kitten!"
    "Are you both sure about it? Specially Abhinav you? Remember what you told me, when i ask you guys for some good news?"

    Abhinav blushed. So did Kritika. And the wedding ceremony began as planned. Mr. Mehra stood alongside Aditya, behind Kritika, and near to her mother. That was her side of family. Abhinav's parents stood behind him. They exchanged rings, and garlands, as insisted by their parents, and completed their marriage. As Abhinav was about to turn, Kritika pressed her lips onto his, and gave him a quick kiss, exclaiming, "that's how it's done in movies!" And everyone giggled.

    Mr. Mehra came forward and shower his blessings onto the newly married couple. Then he handed a big purple wrapped gift to Kritika.
    "There's no need for this, kaka."
    "When I'm roleplaying your dad, let's not argue about the gift."
    "Hahaha. The wedding ceremony is over. And the play came to an end. So now we're back to being clients. Right?"
    "Wrong. Once roleplayed as father, you can't deny being my daughter. It's been a lifelong desire of this old man, to be lucky enough to feel what's its like to be a daughter's dad. Please don't take away this privilege from me!"
    "Aww, thank you for adopting me! I hope you don't regret the decision, later."

    Later they hugged, and everyone shower the newly wed their blessings. Aditya was standing in the corner, with his eyes stuck over Kritika. As Abhinav was taking her out of the hall, Kritika turned back to Aditya, and rushed towards him. She whispered something into his ear, and hugged her sidewise. He passed an ear to ear long smile, as Abhinav and Kritika went inside their beautifully decorated wedding car.

    ~©tortoise

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    It's been a lifelong desire of this old man, to be lucky enough to feel what's its like to be a daughter's dad. Please don't take away this privilege from me!

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    #TheBestManSeries - for all parts.
    #NaNoWrMo - National Novel Writing Month
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    *Where are you? Be there in 15 minutes.*

    Kritika sent the text, and got busy with her family members, and friends. She had invited everyone from her office, and few of Abhinav's close friends too. She knew, it will make him feel good.

    *Will be there in 5 minutes. Just to tell you, he didn't ask dozens of questions. To our surprise, he didn't ask even one. As i asked him to join me for meeting with a client in church, he thought for a while, and agreed immediately. I don't know what's running in his head. But your script failed here, Kritika.*

    She didn't give any heed to other part of the message. She was too nervous as they were coming soon. She instructed everyone what to do as per the plan, and went inside a small room inside the church.

    The door of the car opened, and Abhinav face lightened up. That was the same Church, Kritika used to dream marrying in. His face fell down again, realising it wasn't him. He looked up to Aditya, dressed appropriately to the occasion with the tie and brooch. It was his coat that felt little tight, and inappropriate fit to his muscular body. As they moved forward, Aditya stopped Abhinav just before the entrance, and removed his coat, to offer it to Abhinav.

    "What? Why?"
    "Come on, Abhinav. Your shirt is too bland for the meeting. Clients already know me, they don't need to see me well dressed. But your first impression should be good. You better take this tie with it as well. Wait, let me help."

    Abhinav felt awkward, but Aditya's hand moved swiftly. He didn't give Abhinav any time to question him. After he was done, he took out his comb, and asked him to redo his hair. Abhinav obeyed, for he was already sad about his future, only when Aditya whispered, "Buckle up man, your life's gonna change from today. All the best, for only you deserve the best!"

    Before Abhinav could understand anything, Mrs. Anjali Dua hugged him. She has always loved him like her own son, and it had been long since they met.
    "Hey, maa. I didn't know you were here too. I missed you."
    "I missed you too, Abhi. You're looking so handsome. Not a day older than 21."
    "All because of Kritika's love and car.."

    He suddenly felt the void. Does she know what's gonna happen today? Has Kritika told everyone about marrying Aditya? Moreover, are they happy with her decision? Ofcourse, they must be. Just like he was. In the end, they all love her happiness more than theirs. He hugged her again. As they both made an entry inside, he saw his parents too and his friends with gifts in their hands. His best friend, Vishal came to hug him, and whispered, "Just look at our single ass, you rascal. Have some pity over your friends, who haven't married even once, and you lucky ass, planning for your second official honeymoon?"

    Abhinav gasped at his statement, and then he began noticing the decorations inside the Church. The crimson blue shade, which was his favourite, covered the walls, with the contrasting shade of beige in between. He checked his coat again, it wasn't right for Aditya, it was never meant for him in the first place. As soon as he understood, what was it all about, his dad held his hand, and took him to the hall area, where the Father was ready with his marriage oath ceremony. He felt numb for a while.

    Everyone was waiting for the bride to enter, and when she didn't enter even after slight drumming that was a signal according to her plan only, Aditya panicked, and reached at the entrance where she was asked to enter from. As soon as she saw Aditya, her face glowed. Dressed in a beautiful white gown, as a traditional dress for typical Christian wedding, she was looking like a princess, with lacy long gloves covering her hands till her elbow, and her light pink colored jewellery. Aditya saw her first time without any sindoor and Mangalsutra, and was swept away in a moment. He completely forgot about the plans, and went near her.

    "How am i looking?"
    "Shall i sit on my right knee or left?"
    "Haha! Shut up Aditya. Come, give me your hand. Everyone is waiting for my entry. I already feel nervous. Take me to the hall."
    "In my arms?"
    "Adi?"
    "I'm not gonna do it. If i come close, i might lose control."
    "That was a good compliment. But you know, the bride enters with her best man beside her?"
    "So?"
    "So, walk beside me, idiot."
    "Am i your best man?"

    She smiled at him, and locked her hand with his, at the elbow, and they both walked inside the Church.

    ~©tortoise

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    Part - 27

    Aditya saw her first time without any sindoor and Mangalsutra, and was swept away in a moment.

    ©tortoise