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💜December Diaries 💜 📚Part-1 He pulled her closer to him. She blushed. He gave a small peck on her forehead. She smiled. His lips traced their path to her lips. She savoured the moment in her heart. His hands explored her delicate body. She closed her eyes in ecstacy. His touch was soft yet intense. Her moans were louder yet hushed. His touch was rough yet tender. She was in pain yet feeling pleasure. The December night was chilled yet full of warmth. There were twists and twirls. There were screams and whispers. The moment was magical. The feeling was ecastic. She never felt so loved. She was overwhelmed. She looked at him. She could feel his gaze piercing through her soul. He was smiling. He gave a last look and turned to leave.  Her heart raced beneath her supple skin. She felt a lump in her throat. She tried to speak. She tried to call his name.But... but she doesn't know his name. Yes the one with whom she made love and surrendered herself, she doesn't know his name.

*No I don't love you anymore* No I don't think about you anymore... Its been days since we have moved apart And now I have given my life a fresh start Yet somewhere deep inside my soul There is a never ending piercing hole That reminds me I'll never be complete again The smile on my lips is nothing but a hidden pain..... No I don't miss you anymore I keep myself indulge in what I like Memories of old times help me survive I pour down feelings of my heart into words But, like you, words also seem to break my trust I end up staring at the blank space Time is moving ahead, I'm losing the race.... No I don't cry for you anymore Its not that I have forgotten my past I never thought our love will ever last My dreams still have your dark shadows When these shadows will stop appearing no one knows My eyes miss your presence but now they don't cry Forgetting you is impossible and now I don't even try.... No I don't feel lonely anymore I

        The Fault Is In Our Stars (After one year of break when they met) He: You seem to move on. She: Kind of. He: Was it so hard? She: I don’t know what to say. He: What was the worst part of being apart? She: The day you left me you took my soul and all my happiness away from me. He: What hurt you most? She: I don’t know from where to start. It was not just those lonely nights, endless tears and painful memories that hurt me; it was knowing that I won’t be able to trust anyone again in my life. It was the broken trust that I had in you. It was holding on to memories and believing that your love for me was true and you will come back. It was pushing me into darkness. It was seeing myself deprived of all the love you had given to me. It was missing my own smiles and deadly silence that killed me bit by bit every moment. It was hating everything because everything around me had memories of you. It was sobbing silently in the dark nights and thinking what could I have done to

'Shipra, Shipra, Shipra.... where are you???' She came running, shouting my name, inside my room like a storm, breathing heavily when I was engrossed in the world of words reading Inferno by Dan Brown . I looked at her. Her face beaming with happiness. A big grin stuck on her lips. Her hazel eyes, shining brightly. Her hairs flowing unevenly hiding her face partially.  She came and hugged me tightly. I hugged her back. She was breathless with her excitement.  'What happened?', I asked. Even if I hadn't asked I knew she was going to tell every bit of it anyway but I asked just to keep her enthusiasm. 'Shipra... you know what finally I have found the man of my dreams.', She was blushing like a teenager girl. 'He is such a sweetheart. He loves me more than anything. He promised me all the happiness of this world. He promised he will protect me from any evil of this world. He makes me feel like a princess. There is no one like him. I know he will kee

                      *I Am Angry * I'm angry at the tears hidden behind my fake smile I may com e out strong as rock but inside I am so fragile... I'm angry at the healed wounds, which left scars on my heart They are healed for others but for me they are as fresh as a dew drop... I'm angry that I am unable to gather the broken pieces of me The more I try to gather them, the more shattered I feel... I'm angry that my heart still skips its beats when I hear your name I know that things have fallen apart but my love for you will never change... I'm angry that people are stranger to me even after we meet As if we are forced to encounter and pretend to be sweet... I am angry that no one will ever understand what I mean Even if I pour my heart into words and scream... I am angry that knowingly I put my life on stake Thinking that I have people to save me was my biggest mistake... I'm angry with this world that snatched everything I thought was my own

I wish you knew The smile that I wear is a lie It's only to mask the pain inside The real one is lost in the past The place where we drifted apart... I wish you knew My heart cries when I think of you No one sees those hidden tears The moments when others think I am smiling They don't know how much I wish you to be here... I wish you knew How painful it is to pretend that I am strong I have no words to explain what is wrong No one knows that I am dying inside And I wonder, like this for how long I will survive... I wish you knew In your absence I feel so empty and lost Your memories stalk me like a haunting ghost My lips murmur only your name all the time I miss the moments when I was your and you were mine... I wish you knew I can never be again on my own Tears accompany me when I am alone Every one thinks now I am set free No one knows I am trapped in the chains of misery... I wish you knew My all dreams and desires belonged to you No matter how har

School is known as ‘Temple of education’ from ancient times and teachers are considered as God in India. But are they able to maintain their dignity in present too? A dead body of an employee of the PGI Hospital, Lucknow was found inside a government-run school premises at Bahadurkheda village, in Lucknow. Reports say she was sexually assaulted and brutally beaten with some blunt object. She was dead due to excessive bleeding. In another shameful event a six year innocent girl of class 1 was gang raped by her gym instructor and dance teacher within the school premises of a well known school of Bangalore in broad daylight. Isn’t it shameful? Where the Indian culture is going? What excuse would you give for this? She was not wearing proper clothes? She was roaming with the wrong guys? Or she provoked the person to rape herself? It’s India, where the rapist is never at fault, it’s only the victim who is responsible for such brutal  act. Statistics show that rape is the fastest growing

            You’re Not Alone "The Castle"  written in big italic golden letters on the black graphite nameplate. How beautiful it looks. After so many prolonged discussions we’d decided this name for our newly built bungalow, two years back, before getting married. The memories of the day are still fresh when I came here after marriage. It was lavishly adorned with colorful flowers, illuminated with countless lights. Two years have bygone. It still looks marvelous. I close my eyes. Some images appear.  I’m wearing a red saree with matching golden blouse. My wrists are filled with red bangles. Intricate heena design is applied on my palms till my forearm. There are silver anklets in my legs. The tinkling sounds of bangles and my laughter are adding melody in the air. I’m running down the white marble stairs. He is running after me to catch me. He is just a few steps away. I turn back and tease him by waving his childhood pic, in which he is wearing a pink frock and hat. He

जिंदा हूँ मैं अब भी, चलती हैं ये साँसें आज भी, धड़कता है दिल अब भी, मुस्कुरा देती हूँ मैं आज भी, मगर.... मगर.. कुछ भी नही, हाँ सब कुछ वही है, बदला कुछ भी नही! आज भी कभी यूँ ही बिन बात मुस्कुराया करती हूँ, आज भी रातों को अपने रूठे दिल को मनाया करती हूँ, आज भी बारिश की बूंदें देखकर मचल सी जाती हूँ, आज भी बदला कुछ भी नही, दिल को ये समझाती हूँ, आज भी बहुत कुछ है कहने को, जो मैं कह पाती नही, मगर.... मगर.... कुछ भी नही, हाँ सब कुछ वही है, बदला कुछ भी नही! न बदला मेरा प्यार है, न टूटा मेरा ऐतबार है, न बदली मेरी फितरत है, न उतरा तेरा खुमार है, मैं भी वही हूँ, मेरी मुहब्बत भी वही है, मेरी इबादत भी वही है, मगर....मगर.... कुछ भी नही, हाँ सब कुछ वही है, बदला कुछ भी नही! To be continued...

Last Part The sound of scream made Ridhima shudder with fear. She pulled back. ‘Where did this sound come from?’ She asked. Her voice was trembling with fear. ‘Nothing darling… you don’t pay attention to all this.’ He replied casually. Sweat drops appeared on his own forehead. Some more muffled screams followed. ‘Tell me Samarth where are these sounds coming from?’ She demanded.  She was worried and terrified. ‘From other room…’ He replied, weakly. ‘You mean the voice is coming from the room where Tanmay, Varun and Rudra are staying?’ She questioned, startled. ‘Yes..’ He gave monosyllable reply. He was now little annoyed with this odd time quizzing. ‘What are they doing there?’ She shot another question. ‘They are enjoying their night Ridhi… now you stop thinking about all this. I don’t want to spoil our special night.’ He said and took her hand in his lovingly. Ridhima was little puzzled but she knew how Tanmay, Varun and Rudra are so she let it go. Samarth wrapped her in

Part-4 Pihu’s call made Ridhima so confused. She thought to drop the plan to go but Samarth was on his way to her home. She knew he was so thrilled about this plan. She couldn’t disappoint him. The thought of spending night with Samarth felt exciting but at the same time three more guys would be there and now even Pihu wasn’t going. This was troubling her mind. The whole excitement of going for nightout was died now.  She was unable to decide what she should do now. Her mobile beeped again. It was Samarth. She picked up the call. ‘Hey darling, I’m outside your home. Come soon. I’m waiting for you.’ He sounded so excited. ‘Samarth can’t we drop our plan today? I’ll come some other time.’ Ridhima asked him plainly. ‘Why? You said you are so excited to come. Now what happened?’ He asked getting annoyed. ‘My sister isn’t well and Pihu is also not coming. I’ll feel alone there.’ She said, honestly. ‘Come on Ridhi, You cannot let me down like this. I’ll be there with you. Why do you ne

Part-3 She was really confused now. How her mother knew she wanted to go for whole night when she didn’t even mention about it. She wanted to ask her mom but remained quite. The steel in her voice had made Ridhi scare. Moreover now she was unable to gather guts to ask again. Hopelessly she informed about the cancellation of plan. He was disappointed too but they couldn’t do anything. Days passed. Weekend was approaching. Samarth was still insisting her to come. Her mind was not coming up with any plan to go. It was Thursday morning when her mom received the invitation of her distant brother’s wedding in Kanpur, which she had to attend on Saturday. By no means could she miss to attend the wedding. ‘Mom, are you going to attend the wedding?’ Asked Ridhima, keeping her fingers crossed. ‘Yes, I am going and your dad is also going with me. We’ll return on Sunday evening. We are not taking Mahika with us because she has her session exams from Monday. You’ve to take care of her.’ She inf

Part-2 Ridhima knew her father was very strict about timings. It was 10:30 P.M. and she had promised her father that she would come back before 11 P.M. She elbowed Samarth and gestured him to drop her home. ‘Okay guys you all enjoy. I’m going to drop Ridhi.’ Samarth said to everyone. ‘Don’t be naughty-naughty’ Navya teased them again. Ridhima frowned at her. Samarth spinned the keys of his new red Hyundai i10, gifted by his dad on his birthday, on his index finger and left with Ridhima. Samarth put the keys into ignition and the engine roared. Ridhima sat on the passenger seat. She plunged herself closer to Samarth, resting her head on his shoulders. She was very happy. She had never even dreamt of such a wonderful life. ‘You’re coming for weekend party in my Vinayakpur farmhouse, right?’ Samarth asked softly playing with silky hair. ‘Umm.. I don’t think mum-dad will allow me for an overnight stay.’ She replied honestly. ‘Tell them you’re going to Navya’s place for study, just

Zero Degree Club and Lounge, Gomti Nagar , Lucknow ‘ Do you know what you started? I just came here to party, But now we’re rocking on the dance floor, acting naughty, Your hands around my waist, just let the music play, We’re hand in hand, chest to chest and now we’re face to face. I wanna take you away, Let’s escape into the music, D.J. let it play, I can’t refuse it, like the way you do this, Keep on rocking to it, Please don’t stop the music.. Please don’t stop the music… Please don’t stop the music….’ Colorful flashing disco lights, electrifying voice of Rihanna reverberating in the air mixed with some additional beats by D.J. Ayaan and unlimited drinks served by the bartenders were making the crowd go crazy. Ridhima was grooving on the high beats, throwing her hands in the air, tossing her silky smooth hair around, shaking her curvy body, making sensuous moves in the arms of her rich boyfriend Samarth. Her seductive moves worked as expected. Samarth felt Adrenalin r

Last Part Two more months have bygone. I’m working on many new projects. Working all day and night has somehow helped me in moving on. Although still sometimes his memories hit me and I feel defeated but now I have learnt to live with the fact that we’ll never meet again. He was my past. I cannot let my past ruin my future. Anvita has helped me a lot in this tough phase of my life. She has always been with me as my unflinching support. She has helped me in getting new projects. We have worked together in some projects as well. After a long time working like maniacs, today we have decided to spend this weekend at our flat. She makes coffee for us. We sit in the balcony of our flat. Being in her company I always feel comfortable. We discuss about our new projects, latest movies, songs, dresses and everything under the sun we can talk about. She tells me that she has crush on one of her producer. We smile, we laugh, we enjoy. A typical girl’s day at home. In the evening we decide to go

Part-8 Life has become monotonous. Like a blank canvas without colors. A canvas, which has no painter to fill it with colors. I have lost connection with outer world. My room and music has become my companion in this lonely life. Every time I feel lonely I plugin my earphones to keep me distracted and the only song that plays on my playlist is ‘Oh no matter what I do Each night is a lifetime to live through, I can't go on like this, I need your touch, You're the only one I loved, And as long as the stars shine down from the sky, As long as the rivers runs to the sea, I'll never get over you, getting over me I'll never get over you getting over me......' It plays over and over again but today it’s not helping too. I’m feeling very restless. I switch on TV and surf through channels. There is nothing to see on TV too. Nothing seems to interest me. All of a sudden something catches my attention. An advertisement, the same advertisement, Eric and I had done to

Part-7 He runs his fingers softly from my forehead to my lips. I kiss his fingers resting onto my lips. He leans over my fragile body. I close my eyes in ecstasy. I surrender myself completely to him.  ‘Good night pretty lady.’ He whispers in my ear and gets up to leave. I open my eyes in utter shock. I lay shell shocked on the huge bed. He walks away. I count the steps he takes. I watch him going. He stops at door, turns back and smiles. I don’t know how to react. He leaves. I’m baffled with his demeanor but still I am elated to the core. I had had the night of my life. I smile to myself. I decide to confront Eric in the morning and confess my love for him. I know he loves me too but something is preventing him to say. If he can’t, I have to say now.  I cannot hold it any more as I have to leave for Delhi tomorrow. Before leaving I want to tell him that he means world to me. Soon I doze off thinking about the moments I spent with him. Morning arrives. I wake up when the morning r

Part-6 After the shoot, despite of being exhausted, I am elated to have a dinner date with Eric. Today I make an effort to look my best. I wear a red off shoulder gown which fits me fittingly. I hold hairs partly with a beautiful hairpin, apply mascara, outline my eyes with eye-liner, apply gloss to my lips and as splash some perfume. I put on heels and see my reflection in mirror with a feel of little self appreciation. Soon there is a knock at the door. ‘Coming…’ I say softly. He has come. My heart is pounding. I am feeling tingy at the pit of my stomach. I take a deep breath and open the door. Here he is, ready to assassinate me with his killing looks. He is wearing a black suit. A slight hint of subtle and nicely made hair are giving him a perfect gentleman look. He is looking ravishing. His winsome smile has taken my breath away. Isn’t it a crime to torture someone with killing looks? In which police station I should file an FIR ? ‘Hey! Finally I see my pretty lady.’ He says

Part-5 Our first destination is ‘Se Cathedral’ church. This is one of the largest churches in Asia and is dedicated to St. Catherine. Legend has it that the Golden Bell of this cathedral can be heard all over Goa. This is indeed one of the beautiful places I have ever visited in my life, peaceful and marvelously decorated. ‘I hope you like the place.’ Eric asks. ‘I am in love with this place. Thanks for tagging me here along with you.’ I say. ‘Thanks for accompanying me pretty lady.’ He winks. We roam around the church admiring its architecture. ‘I have heard every wish fulfils here.’ He tells me. ‘Really?’ I ask. ‘Yes. Lets lit the candle and make a wish.’ He suggests. We take candles and go to lit candles. Eric is by my side. He looks into my eyes. His eyes want to convey something which his lips aren’t saying. I always feel he is hiding something. He smiles as if silently promising me that he’ll always be there with me. I’m unable to guess what is going on. Is it some way