I Too Had A Love Story
Ravinder Singh
Language: English
Pages: 132
ISBN: 0143418769
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
Do Love Stories Ever die?...
How would you React when a beautiful person comes into your life, and then goes away from you... forever?
Not all love stories are meant to have a perfect ending. I Too Had a Love Stay is one such saga. It is the tender and heartfelt tale of Ravin and Khushi two people who found each other on a matrimonial site and fell in love, until life put their love to the ultimate test. Romantic, emotional and sincere, this heartbreaking true life story has already touched a million hearts.
This bestselling novel is a must read for anyone who believes in the magic of love.
similarities between our families too. Both were religious-minded and believed in simple living. Her mother, in each and every aspect, appeared just like my mother. As we talked, I occasionally kept raising my eyebrows looking at Neeru, silently asking her about her elder sister’s whereabouts. ‘Have patience. She is getting ready. Sirf aapke liye hi,’ she replied and laughed at me. Then she brought me a plate, ‘Take one samosa.’ ‘Haanji beta, lo na,’ her mom insisted. And this continued ‘Oh!
over. ‘Even at my office, they have appointed a lady at the gate to check the purses of all the girls. I wonder what funny things those girls show her in their purses … they smile looking at her and then she smiles back at them.’ I laughed at my joke, but she didn’t. She was worried about getting late. I noticed that and, parking my lavish laughter somewhere, tried to console her with a smile, ‘It’s ok, Khushi. Relax. We’ll reach your place before 10 p.m. Don’t worry, dear.’ Wearing her
States was important and, for that, catching the flight a few hours from now was important, and for that returning to the hotel in Delhi was important but, above all, to get her home was the most important. ‘Sahib aur jor se …’ shouted the driver one more time. Finally, we were successful in getting the cab out. I observed Khushi, who had turned around in her seat and was looking at me, breathing a sigh of relief. The depth of water on the street ahead was terrifying. Going on in that small
shadows perched in the longer shadow of the tower were fading. The sun was bidding goodbye for the day. And there stood those silent islands, big and small, far and near, in the miles and miles of water, waiting for the night-creatures to come out and rule them. Birds were flying back to their homes and, from that tower, we could see the lights in our town coming on. Everyone there appreciated the beauty of the place. I was happy I had brought Khushi’s mom and dad there. And I remember very well
trying to understand what has happened. Her mother sitting next to me cries her name. Her name … I know that name. And, suddenly, I am scared. I look at her and then at her daughter. I run to help her. I am worried and breathing heavily. I kneel to lift her up. She is not crying. I check her face, her hands and legs for cuts and scrapes. Innocently, she says she is fine. I am cleaning the dirt from her clothes. There is a tear in my eye. I hold her face in my hands and tell her that it is