“No there is no way to meet, he will be in the transit lounge; you can’t go there and visit him.” said the airport authority to a dejected Ananya who had traveled specially to meet Rohan for a few hours before he left for his business travel again.
An Indian officer was silently observing her anxiety, after much apprehension let her in to the transit gate G9.
After thanking the official copiously and not believing her stars she texted Rohan and waited with bated breath shifting her weight from one foot to another.
She could hear her heart pounding, her hands sweaty, trembling and extremely nervous waiting for Rohan whom she would be seeing after years, their love still intact.
Their pleasure knew no bounds as he stood there happily smiling, they embraced each other the longest they could, he absorbing her in his arms tighter feeling the rhythm of their heart dance in delight.
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“Women don’t leave men like that in real or in fiction Shashank.” a little annoyed I announced. “Oh, you didn’t get it he kills her.” he said grinning with a sense of achievement on Emotional Intelligence. “Still its unfair, I tried to defend but in vain.” To read more on the C for Content hop on to Shashank’s post here.
Giving no serious thought D is for Delight and for a super delightful dose of 55 word fiction hop on to his post here.
Wish you a very Happy Easter to all my blogger friends. I am writing this post from a small town of Bellagio, Italy where I sneaked in with my Gujju gang for Easter holidays (promise a travel post on it).
