Meri pehli Mohabbat readers, I know you all were hell angry on changing the plot of the story!!…. For that I’m extremely sorry….
Coming to this it’s the same plot with a different title!! So enjoy!! Kind request to the readers to read the story again… Because certain things will be different if you don’t read you will lose the link….
And last but not the least thanks to all those who encouraged me, Thanks to Halima for the special title…. Because she is the one who has suggested the title..
This story isn’t written by Anisha but by #RiSha…..
Riddhima Gupta, the writer of Roses and Thorns….
I am standing in front of my dressing table and shedding tears. I never thought my life would take such a drastic step. I had never imagined my life without him and now I was going to be married with someone else. I had never had a life like this. Everything little thing is different! I was born with a silver spoon to a lovely mother and a possessive father and last but not the least a beautiful sweet sister. He would always think about me and take a step. But what happened today? Why isn’t he stopping this marriage? Why is he agreeing to what dadi says? He was never like that? Then? Did I commit such a big sin? Is loving someone a crime? I cried my heart out looking at my image on the mirror. It reflected my swollen red eyes. Though I tried to hide them it came out. But it doesn’t matter! People would think it’s because of my marriage and my grief of living my parents house.
“Mom please I beg I’ll die without him! I can’t marry please stop this marriage”, I cried hugging Mom.
“Shona beta! You know your dad na? He won’t agree! And it’s okay you have to get married one day or the other and even Ragini wanted this no?”, Mom explained.
“Mom try and understand how I mean… I didn’t even see him for once… How can I marry him? Please Mom do something”, I cried again.
“Beta! I can’t help you. I am helpless! But Ha this diary may help! Read it and come down soon. Baraat will reach anytime”, Mom said kissing my forehead and left.
I sat there hugging my knees and crying out. No one helped me. None! I gazed at the diary and opened it!
‘To Swara my lil sissy’
“I know you suffered the worst part of your life…. But you always have been a brave woman…..
I know you are self sufficient now….
But after a couple of years you will need a person who stands by you….
Who gives you a shoulder to cry upon, who will make you smile….
You always said that you will stay happy wid us…But now our lifes betrayed us…. I also dont know till when I will be alive…. bt I jst want the happiness of my lil sis….
That’s why I’m writing this to you… I don’t think I have chance to live, I want to see you Friday the last time but I know I have no more of it!
I dont want to see you alone in this world….. Will you fulfill my wish…??? I know u will say Ansh is wid u….
But till how long…??? He will also be busy with his life and on seeing u sad and alone my soul won’t be at peace …Do you want to see ur dii sad aftr death…???
Dont you want me to live happily over there….. If yes then please move on in ur life…
I know this is very tough bt try to forget all that as a bad dream….nd make a new relation wid trust nd truth as this is wat is the basis of relationship…
I hope u will give me the happiness of my sister’s life….
God bless you…stay happy…??…..”
I closed the diary and found myself wid lots of tears in my eyes……
I stopped thinking everything and sat on bed waiting for someone to take me down in mandap….