Har Har Mahadev
फिर ले आया दिल मजबूर क्या कीजे
फिर ले आया दिल मजबूर क्या कीजे
रास न आया रहना दूर क्या कीजे
दिल कह रहा उसे मुकम्मल कर भी आओ
वो जो अधूरी सी बात बाकी है
वो जो अधूरी सी याद बाकी है
वो जो अधूरी सी याद बाकी है ........
"Back to December" – Taylor Swift "This song is dedicated to those readers who are not familiar with Hindi."
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“Yes, madam,”
The receptionist rose promptly from her seat, ever attentive.
“I’m taking the files related to the bill discounts. Please make a note of it, alright?”
Ashwini raised the maroon folder she held in her hand, signaling its importance.
“Sure, madam. I understand—must be something special going on. Don’t worry, I’ve got everything under control here.”
A reassuring, mature smile spread across the receptionist’s lips.
The woman in her late thirties nodded with confident calm, returning a faint but knowing smile.
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Outside, in the parking lot, Ashwini approached her old, battered car.
It groaned with age—almost a mechanical relic. She twisted the key twice, and it coughed in protest.
Only on the third attempt did the engine sputter to life, trembling with exhaustion.
To call it a "car" felt like a mockery of the word itself.
"Basanti, jitni jaldi ho sake daud ja—mujhe mere sajna ke paas jaana hai!"
"Basanti, run as fast as you can—I need to reach my beloved!"
Chuckling softly at her own theatrics, Ashwini switched on the car’s audio system.
An old, iconic Hindi song began to play—one that had once meant everything and now felt like irony.
Saajan, tum se pyaar kee ladaae mein
Saajan, tum se pyaar kee ladaae mein
Tut gayi chudiyaan kalai mein, kalai mein
Tut gayi chudiyaan kalai mein
Tut gayi chudiyaan kalai mein.........
After a weary, traffic-ridden thirty-minute drive, she finally arrived at the designated place—
The Foodie’s Table
Inside, Bhargav sat silently. His eyes betrayed a storm of hesitation, fear, and something else—guilt perhaps?
Ashwini walked in briskly and pulled the chair opposite him.
Her voice was firm, eyes sharper than usual.
“Spasht bolo Bhargav, kyun bulaya mujhe?”
"Speak clearly, Bhargav—why did you call me here?"
Bhargav inhaled deeply, pausing a moment as though he needed courage to speak.
His voice finally came, low and certain.
“Main serious hoon, Ashwini. Main yeh shaadi nahin kar sakta.”
"I'm serious, Ashwini. I can't go through with this wedding."
Ashwini froze.
“What… what are you saying? Is this supposed to be some kind of joke?”
Her voice trembled, eyes wide with disbelief.
“Mere saath mazak mat karo—woh bhi hamari shaadi ko lekar!”
"Don’t joke with me—especially about our wedding!"
She slowly reached for his hand, offering a faint smile—one final attempt to anchor him.
Bhargav didn’t flinch, but his tone sharpened.
“I’m not joking. I took leave from work just to tell you this. This isn’t some casual conversation.”
Ashwini’s face drained of color. Her grip on his hand loosened.
“You do realize our wedding is only a month away, right? The date, the venue, the invites—everything’s finalized.
What changed all of a sudden that you’re saying this now?”
Tears streamed down her face and fell onto Bhargav’s hand, hot and silent.
He turned his gaze away.
He softened his voice, but the words still cut deep.
“I’m just… not ready, Ashwini.”
“Tum ab ready nahi ho?! Toh pichhle teen saal se kya kar rahe the?”
"You're not ready now?! Then what have you been doing these last three years?"
“When you held my hand through every little plan—every detail—you were ready then, weren’t you?
And now, when everything is fixed… now you're not ready?”
Her lips quivered. She bit down gently, as though trying to trap the sob building inside her throat.
Her jaw clenched. Her body was trying to contain her agony, but her eyes betrayed every crack in her soul.
“Listen, Ashwini,” Bhargav snapped a little, “lower your voice.
Maybe you have no self-respect, but other people do. And for the record, I find no logic in these tears of yours.
The marriage hasn’t even happened yet. That’s why I’m being clear now.”
“Shaadi toh abhi hui hi nahi—abhi keh raha hoon, taaki baad mein mess na ho.”
"The wedding hasn’t happened yet—so I’m telling you now to avoid a bigger mess later."
He added with a touch of irritation,
“And all the money spent—the ornaments, the venue, the invitations—I’ll pay it back. You don’t have to worry about that either.”
By now, something had erupted inside Ashwini.
Her voice may have been trapped, but her eyes blazed like fire.
She said nothing.
She just stared at him—deep, unwavering—eyes locked onto his with one silent question.
A question she deserved an answer to.
To be continued.......
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