“You know well that i won’t ask you anything for me..all i need is the happiness of my wife..i loved her from my small age…she did sacrifice a lot for me these days..i always want to see that happy smile of hers..that is my only wish” prayed ranveer to god.
“I am not going to pray for me…i know very well that my ranveer will do that….all that i will ask from you is to give him peace of mind and satisfaction of life…he takes good care of my and his family…just please help me to shower love on him through out our life” said ishaani to god.
They came out from the temple and started their car…the car stopped at a grassland on the outskirt of the city and opened its door for its owner to come out. Ranveer and Ishaani came and sat on the grass peacefully for some time, hand in hand. In these days they understood love is like a war easy to begin difficult to stop and impossible to forget.
After minutes of silence, ranveer spoke up “I need your heart sunny”…ishaani glanced at him for a second and replied ” You can have only half of my heart”.
He gave her a not understanding look, she continued ” If at all i know what is love…it is just because of you…and yeah i could give only give half of my heart because i need the rest to think of you and love you”
He smiled at her reply and said “At the touch of love everyone becomes a poet rite…but i can give you my full heart” and stopped there for her to guess why.
She looked at him intensly…he said ” Because every cell of mine is born with your thought and dies with yours only”. Hearing these she had tears of joy, happiness and pride over herself for getting such a husband who is not only her love but also her bestie.
Ishaani leaned towards his chest to feel the heart which beats for her, she felt divine to hear it. But now ranveer was in other thoughts..he said”Ishaani when you feel the heart that beats for you even i have the rights to feel the one which beats for me na” in a naughty tone.”Cheee…you beshram” said ishaani in between her blushing .
Ranveer enjoyed seeing her cheeks turn crimson red.
Love is the strongest of all passions, for it attacks simultaneously the head, the heart and the senses.
I tried to develop this story from my poetry..hope this is not that bad…n i was really flying in the air by reading your comments for i din’t expect those..thank you guys for it!
Credit to: Radhika Arora(Roha)