True Love Never Dies ✅

Baarish Ban Jaana...

"Jab Main Badal Ban Jaaun
Tum Bhi Baarish Ban Jana
Jo Kam Pad Jaaye Saansein
Tu Mera Dil Ban Jaana"

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Years after loosing Sonakshi,Dev never turned out into the rains which his Khargosh used to love. The memory of someone who doesn't forgot to drench in rain.

Breeze coming from wet soil enhanced the freshness, paired up with the cold drops. It was already dark outside, and the only lights were of the office premises, peeking from the glass walls, tiny lamps in the outside garden area and the quick thunder flash, occasionally brightening up the sky.

Dev's Point Of View

Sometimes, I feel like I don’t miss you, but I think it’s only because I don’t remember what I’m missing.

Missing you is like rain; I remember the feeling of the splashes on my skin, the look of the droplets as they trickle down my window, the sound of the pitter-patter on the roof. But if the rain hasn’t come for quite some time, like all unused memories, the thought of you stores itself deep in my mind.

"Tumhein Baarish Bada Yaad Karti Hai
Aaj Bhi Mujhse Teri Baat Karti Hai"

It’s not that I don’t remember you, not at all. You’re a permanent fixture in my thoughts, whether it be conscious or not. In fact, the problem with your permanence in the back of my mind is that whenever I see your face, hear or read your name, or even come across something that remotely reminds me of you — like a song on the radio, or someone with a similar build and haircut — all my feelings and thoughts about you come to the surface, and I drown in them.

The feeling of missing you begins again, like the arrival of another typhoon, only in my head. I know it’ll pass eventually, like it always does. I tell myself that it’s just another passing storm. But some times last longer than others, like a seemingly endless season brought about by the monsoon.

It goes away, always goes away, just as you do. I try to find time to recover from the torrent of emotions, and wonder why the showers you bring seem to have all-too-familiar taste of tears. But the thing with weather is that it is uncontrollable. It’s sometimes predictable, which is why when another typhoon comes, I’m not completely surprised — but that doesn’t mean that the effect changes. I still feel everything I wished I could avoid, despite thinking that I should be used to it by now.

When it begins as a thought, it’s passive. There’s still a chance — however slight — of a quick recovery. But when it’s no longer in my head and you are here, everything is awakened. When you in front of me once again and you say my name with a smile before wrapping your arms around me, there is warmth amidst the downpour.

Warmth is deceiving, treacherous. In warmth there is hope, care, and even the hint of a promise of something more. I end up wanting to believe that your warmth means you care about me, that in your embrace, there is the slightest whisper of requited love. I take in every bit of sunshine that I can, because I want to believe in whatever fleeting hope is in my favor.

But then you leave, and so does the sun and all its empty promises. I am alone with only my thoughts of you, and I find that I am unprepared for these heavy rains yet again.

That day marked the onset of early monsoon. The drizzling had added liveliness to the surroundings. Everyone was celebrating these falling drops it seamed. The flowers, the grass, the sky, the atmosphere, everything was rejoicing. Then I saw a young couple. Walking hand in hand,both were blushing equally. Everything seemed so romantic yet not so perfect! There was something still missing. Someone whom I was missing terribly. Sonakshi.

I don’t always miss you. It doesn’t always rain when you are not around. But heavy rains can bring destruction. Sometimes, the damage can never be fully repaired.

Dev's Point Of View Ends

"Hey Dev,you are drenching without me?..How dare you not to call me?" Natasha's chirpy voice brought him back from the mist of memories of Sonakshi.

It came as a shocking surprise to Dev,
who saw her coming from kitchen with his favourite coffee. He couldn't move. He was still in his thought process of "When,How,Why?".

He jerked his thoughts engulfing his mind and reached to her smiling, drenching in rain with a bunch of orchids and lillies;her favourite.

He wanted to hug her but was hesitant. He still knew his limits.

But it was her birthday.

He hugged her tightly,lifted her and gave her a romantic twirl.

She had never felt happier. She saw Dev in his worst phase,she could sense his change of mind..which maybe still couldn't delete Sona's memories but a part of his heart was now hers.

A faint shadow of smiling Sonakshi came near Dev showing her thumbs up sign,made Dev smile in Natasha's embrace. The soul of Sonakshi was happy to see Dev moved ahead in his life,which she always wanted him to do so.

"It rains exactly at the moment when Sona wants it to rain" this thought of Dev smile widely recalling something.

Sonakshi's shadow smiled with her most beautiful smile and left for eternity as vanished in thin layer of air.

Dev saw Sona's shadow smiling at him,calling him "Mr.Obhodro move ahead towards Natasha..Your Khargosh is always right there in your heart".

His heart started beating faster as he felt Sona's presence within himself.

The End.

Author's Note
Finally,the story ends here. Please feel free to pour in your valuable feedback on it,also suggest me if you wish to read this story on some other couples of ITV. Flood my comments section  with your inline comments.
Signing off,
Till we meet again..
Lavanya