One Step Closer... ( Married to a widower...)

Chapter 27~he won't leave me~

A/N:: I know, I know. You guys are thinking woah! this gal just said about regular update and went back to total no-update mode!!
I won't again say a cliche sorry. But I'm sorry. I'm like that. A very bad girl. I will try to update once in two-weeks & hopefully I will. There may be some surprise update. But don't expect any good from me as I'm very good at pouring water to everyone's expectation. so...

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Ek din mohabbat oDh kar
ek din gali moD par
teri hatheli par
likhoon mera naam tere naam par
phir tu taqalluf chhoD kar
phir tu jhuka kar ke nazar
rakhna mere kaandhe pe sar
zindagi...

One day, wearing love,
one day, on the turn of the street,
on your palm,
I’ll write my name on your name,
and then you, leaving formalities,
and bowing your gaze,
keep your head on my shoulder,
O life..

kuch to bata zindagi
apna pataa zindagi..

tell something, O life,
about yourself, O life..

taaron bhari ek raat mein
tere khat paDhenge saath mein
kora jo panna reh gaya
ek kaanpte se haath mein
thoDi shikaayat karna tu
thoDi shikayat main karoon
naraaz bas na hona tu,
zindagi..

in a night full of stars,
we’ll read your letters together..
and if a page remains blank
in a trembling hand,
you complain a bit,
and I’ll complain a little,
just you don’t be angry,
O life..

kuch to bata zindagi
apna pataa zindagi..

tu hai to main hoon
tu hai to main hoon
tu hai to falak
tu hai to zameen..

If you are there, I am there,
If you are there, I am there,
If you are there, there is sky,
If you are there, there is earth..

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     {
Song: Zindegi
Movie: Bajrangi Bhaijaan
Music: Pritam
Lyrics: Neelesh Misra
Singer: Jubin Nautiyal, Pritam }

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Chapter 27~he won't leave me~

|| Tora's p.o.v. ||

I held the picture close, inspected it. Though I had not seen any picture of Neeva earlier but my instinct told this had to be her. She ticked all the boxes of a pretty face with thick hair falling straight in steps.

I did not notice when Purobi came and stood behind me.

" It's the photo we used in her funeral." She murmured.

" Oh", I said.

" How come there is no picture of her displaying in the house? Is it for me or is it like that before ny wedding?" I asked her searching for something to wrap the photo.

" Umm. This photo was used to be kept in Dada's room downstairs though he used to spend his time here in the attic. The day before your wedding your mother-in-law removed it." Purobi informed when I spotted an old newspaper at the corner of a table.