When late is not just a word anymore :)

They separated...
The cutest couple according to many just had a break up..
She promised not to meet again but he kept begging, he cried, he begged, he tried every possible way out but she never came back. She was also affected by this break up, she also loved but somewhere she was determined not to come back, not to give that guy another chance..

Years passed he still tried, he still cried but he found a positive way out of his pain. He knew her feelings, he knew she was still single, he knew at some point of time she loved him, so he decided to groom himself up, to study, to build a carrier and then again approach her. Approach her and propose her after getting a job.

"Baby.. oh badmash"..
In a loving way she woke him up..

"Yes angel just a few more minutes, i worked till late night yesterday" he in his sleepy tone said..

"Acha so now i will have to join your office as you are already late my dear hubby"
Teasing him she said..

"Fuck i have a meeting" and he jumped up from his bed..

"Breakfast is ready my handsome hunk" she said winking at him..

He came out of the bathroom and hugged her.
"You are still wet idiot.. gila kar diye mujhe" she complained

"Oho itna problem ab mujhse" he said while moving away from her..

She pushed him on the bed and slowly went over him and hugged him tightly.

"Office hai baby" he said..

"Aj maat jao" she in a naughty tone requested while kissing his cheeks..

She didn't listen to what he said and kept kissing him. His neck, cheeks, nose and lips.
He rolled over her and touched her lips softly. It was not a kiss but just a touch a simple gentle touch of their lips and they didn't move just looked into each other's eyes and breathed heavily while water from his wet hair started dripping and fell on her forehead but still they didn't move. Their heart beat increased they breathed heavily his hand started to move over her belly and she was loving it. His hand went up.....

"Sirji beleghata agaya" the taxi driver informed him while parking the cab..

He jerked and got up and opened his eyes wide.

"Kya?" He shockingly said while his brain and heart was still in the dream..

"Sir beleghata, aapko yahi ana tha na?" The cab driver asked..

"Oh yes"

He now woke up totally and could understand that all that was just a dream, yes it was just a dream.
He payed that  cab driver the fare and got down with his rucksack.
He was in kolkata his home town, her home town. He flew from bangalore taking a leave from his office to propose his lost love his first love. He bought a beautiful diamond ring to propose her as she always said.

"Give me gifts once you start earning baby"

These word always played in his mind as he finally got a decent job and bought the ring from his own salary rather his first salary after training.
He was standing infront of this big house where she used to stay 6 years ago, it was a house not a flat or apartment so he knew that they won't be moving from that particular place. He was sure about that house as he confirmed that from one of her friend also.
So after 6 years of break up this boy is standing in that same place where he begged her to stay. He was happy as he knew that she still loves him and is still single as her facebook profile indicated so. No one can write that feeling that he was going through, the happiness of getting back his love to see her after 6 years, to hear her voice after 6 years. Tears touched his cheeks, tears of happiness. He kept his bag down on footpath and opened it to take out the ring. As he was struggling to take the box which had the ring out he heard a cute voice from his back.

"Haan maa i will tell bhai to distribute all the cards"
his lost love, his beautiful first girlfriend was standing in the main gate while she said this to her mother.
He turned back while his bag was still open and his clothes were popping out. Yes it was that beautiful girl standing and talking to her mother for whom he flew to this city. She turned much more beautiful than before and in that pink salwar she looked elegant and breath taking. That indian outfit suited her so nicely that he couldn't move his eyes.
"Oh yes she looked" his mind said when she turned to see a guy staring at her with his luggage all open and a blue ring box in his hand but she couldn't recognize him.

"Oh man my moustache and beard, they have grown so much i should have shaved" he cursed himself and abused himself for not shaving as he understood that she was not able to recognize him as she turned away and started walking..
Now he cleared his voice and was ready to approach her.
"Hey"
he screamed at the top of his voice to stop her.
She didn't hear and kept walking.
"Hey you"
he screamed louder.
She turned but just then her mother came out calling her name..

"Beti you forgot this cards. Give this to bhai and tell him to distribute today itself and please come back fast" she said her while calling her..

"Yes maa."
she said this softly to her mother and turned towards him..

"You called me?" She asked..

Again he was going to say but her mother interrupted saying..

"Beti one more thing please call rahul as he was calling you in the morning to confirm your honeymoon destination"

"Okay ma" she smiled and replied her mother..

After hearing her mother's words he was totally confused. He stood still and after a few minutes could understand the whole thing, the words that her mother just said now had a meaning as his eyes just moved and could notice the big board which he didn't notice in the happiness of getting her back. The board in which her name was written in in red with silver linning and continued with WEDS RAHUL.

Yes the cards, those cards were her marriage invitation cards, yes his first girlfriend his one and only love was getting married and ya her mother was talking about her honeymoon, yes her honeymoon.
Turning towards him she again asked
"Were you calling me?"

He was not able to answer as he kept looking at those cards.

"Excuse me" she called him..

"Yes actually can you just tell me where is this PALACE HOTEL?" He asked in a shaking tone..

"Oh sure, take the first right from that side" she directed him moving her hands.

"Thank you" he without looking at her turned as he already started to cry and while picking up his bag he looked at her. She was walking away just the way she did 6 years before and just like earlier he kept looking at her and tears touched the pavement on which he was standing just the board of her wedding was not there 6 years back. Yes he was late, very late.

Aditya :)

(I wish this never happens to us)