As I mentioned in very earlier part ,I sent tickets to her ,and she called me and said that she would be in Bombay by the next day evening, I decorated everything in my flat to say welcome to my upcoming wife ,as we planned she was to reach station at 4pm but due to my excitement ,bcz first time the girl whom about I dreamt for ,was coming for me, so I reached station by 1pm ,and started to check every train though I knew in which train she was coming,
finally it was 4pm ,now the most hoped train for which I had been searching had come ,my heart started beating fast ,bcz she was mine now ,no Authority could stop us ,and no one could no more say that we shouldn't talk to each other,
I set my hair and see my face couple of times in mirror to appear her as handosme,

Finally I went and search every where ,I didnt leave any seat or place in that train unchecked ,slowly my brain started saying like thatt ,"has she come? ,no no definitely she has come"
but I couldn't find her anywhere in train ,the train started moving, almost train left the station, still I'm looking with ray of towards that leaving train ,no I couldn't find her, I went platform and sat there desperately, dont know what to do, no one was there to even say me some supportive words, I didnt know when I slept in that station and it was 7 :45pm might be approx, an old man(seemd like sweeper in that station)woken up me saying that "young man ,u appear like u belong to rich family ,why you lying here ,come on get up , go wash urs face"

Then I ,with over weighted heart started walking without listening his words, but with small ray of hope started walking towards my bike while checking my back wards that she might playing a game to check my patience while hiding somewhere in that station, but no I dint find her, and I reached my flat and desperately called her ,but that number was not reachable, soon after that I called my only childhood friend to know her whereabouts, he said that they shifted to city so he was no more in that village, I had no option to reach her and know her whereabouts,
while thinking all these I desperately saw the clock it was 12Am , those decorations I made for her ,let my tears again a chance to come out as in the way the flooding occurs.....

The very next morning, I went to station to check whether she came or not ,but I didn't get any indication there,
I tried every option to know her whereabouts but I didnt get any clue, I made a habit to call that number evry day ,every time ,but i got the same answer "the number you are trying is not reachable " what I would do in that circumstances as a lonely man ,I left my office and said welcome to the alcohol and smoking for all those days while crying every minute for her,

Finally after one and half year ,I felt that I should have some one's support at that time ,so I got my mother in my mind and started to reach home killing my self respect, I reached home ,my dad still had been seeing me with that derogatory looks, my mom ,sis cried alot when they saw me in that situation (,dusky face with dirty outfit) ,somehow my brother tried to cure my suffering "dont worry, go and bath "while hitting my shoulders ....

The very next day I went to the place where I had seen aisha in my first look(this is her real name I cant anymore hide her in my words) after waiting more than one hour one girl in hijab was coming towards me, I desperately seeing her ,it was the girl who helped my love,

She: "how r u brother?" while hiding something in her face

I didn't answer her question, I said where is Aisha, is she coming now? is she hiding somewhere?? but she said she was married ,u shouldn't disturb her...
I ignoring her words went on eagerly to see her ,I hidden my self behind one temple to see her ,after long time she came with bunch of smile while playing with her child accompanied with her husband in their balcony ,that day I was died in fact ,and I never shown myself to her and fastly came to my home and Said my mom that I would go and stay some time in our estate which was located in the very remote area.....


The day which I saw her first time in that windy drizzling day make me still think about her ,dont know what was happend in that day ,dont know who forced her to marry ,she is still my Aisha who saved me in that store room from her father, who loved me unconditionally, who cried for me......

I hated that village alot and started continue to live in that estate while thinking about the human's evil orthodox mentalities ,how they destroy two pure lives, how they uprooted my love.....