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Love again and never end. ,

see this girl in my aunt's area.

By nikhil bhowmikPublished 4 years ago 5 min read

Love again

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My cousin's marriage was arranged. Being present at my wedding house for at least 3 days before the wedding is one of the needs of everyone in the house. I learned a lot and I got a new job. It may not be right to take a vacation right now. But I finally succumbed to my sister's affectionate pride.

I am Abid I joined as a junior manager in a corporate firm. Generally good salary. When I was a student two years ago, this pay cut put me to sleep. The boy used to work in a bank, which is why he did not want to ruin our 2 year relationship. Today I have everything. But I lost what I needed most.

I have to go wrestling, I have to go by train. I do not get on the train much. In the evening I reached Kamalapur station. I'm waiting for the ticket and will miss the train shortly. Suddenly, in the distance, I saw a beautiful woman crying. The girl at home says dress up. I did not care at first. Maybe that's why girls are hated. But when she saw a helpless girl crying for so long, her conscience stopped her.

* Hello, why are you crying, I can help.

= No, just like that. No help required. (Girl)

I came and sat in my seat and I knew this was a normal case. Maybe someone escaped. But he did not come. Now this is a very common thing.

= Listen ...

When he looked, he saw the girl standing in front of him.

* Say yes.

= My bag was actually stolen after coming here. All the phone money in the bag was train tickets. If I give up this watch and pay 200 rupees I will go back to Messi.

* (Laughs) Where are you going?

= At home, wrestling.

* I will give you the ticket and you will pay me at home. No need to sell such an expensive watch for Rs 200.

= (Thought a little) OK.

I did not want to endanger a girl in my district, so I decided to help. The train was about 1 hour late. I cut the girl's ticket. The train was empty, so the girl sat in the seat next to me. The girl realized that I was terrified. Not Pak, but I also enjoy seeing the horrible look of beauty.

= I am Saima. (Girl)

* Very good name.

= Do I know your name ..?

* ……… A quote.

= Where to go ..?

* Where is your destination ......

= Thank you very much.

* What are you doing here ..?

= I am studying in the second year at a private university. I was on my way home to attend a wedding. The bag was stolen on the way. What do you think?

* Kamala Khati for money. So where is your home in the city?

= Sadarpur.

Eaten, I see this girl in my aunt's area. But is it marriage? Sleep well in the train air. Even a few years ago, I would sit next to such a beautiful woman and sleep through the night. Now that desire is dead. Today I am reminded of sleep again. He dreamed that he would travel by train holding hands all night.

= We went. Get up. (SIMA)

* Didn't sleep at night ...?

= I could not sleep at night ....

* Saima, I'll give you a lift to your house. If you do me a favor.

= What good ... (fear)

* When you come you will forget when you meet me.

Saima looks on in amazement, afraid that she will be awake all night to understand why she wants to be a better person now. Well, is man crazy or not? Why are the words so contradictory? Sight is also difficult. He did not even want to smile without being measured. What a beautiful girl next to him, but he does not want to talk. There will be no car tomorrow night. Why does it seem that man is not deceived if he believes?

Saima's house is next to her aunt's house. I went to him and went inside the house. Get a good night's sleep after getting refreshed. When I woke up, I saw Sayama with my cousin Sumi. Look at me, yes.

= Mr. Abid you ...? (SIMA)

> Saima, do you know Abid Bhaiya? Do you know Saima, brother? (Sumi)

No I do not know. I cut straight and took out all the details of the naughty Sumita house. I know this will pass too.

The next two days I spent with my brother. And I always see Syama around me. When I look back it disappears. Gives a beautiful smile from a distance. I do not know why I do not like it when the girl is not in front of my eyes. I think the space is being prepared for that. No, it is not possible. I have no brain.

The night before the wedding. I packed everything and stood on the terrace with a cigarette in hand. Shiny wedding house. One day I dreamed of a wedding house. That dream flew away like cigarette smoke today.

= Some things have to be forgotten. You do not have the permission required to post. (Looking back, I see Syama standing. Did she know everything then ..?)

* Why are you here ...?

= I came to give you money. I do not think so.

*Why..?

If there is money left you will think of me. Then you can not easily forget me. So don't give me money.

Don't worry, I'll forget.

= (Plucks cigarette from hand) I don't want to eat anymore.

Sometimes I've heard someone say harsh words. But why does the girl not want to gossip? I want to keep watching. No, I have to be strict.

* Who are you to tell me about ..?

= Yet no one wants to be everything.

After saying this, Saima ran away. I just stared. When he entered the house, he saw that his mother had beaten Syama. Abid and Zimmer get married. No, I can not stay. As I entered the gate of the house, someone grabbed my hand. I looked up and saw Saima. The girl is very beautiful in a sari. Do it with your eyes and tears as if touching the heart.

You should have said you did not like it. Why are you running like this? I will never be in front of you again. However, please do not give up.

* Who said I do not like you ..? I'm scared. Once I've been here I will make the same mistake that went away from my normal life.

Give me a chance to give back that old one.

* When will you not go ...?

This time I got no answer. But someone hugged me badly. No more. I can not leave him anymore. Do not cling to him in my busy life.

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nikhil bhowmik

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