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Continue 10 ( please read part 9 on this page only as I have modified it a little)
Sachi was sitting in the coverd patio in front of the Ahuja house. She was playing with the baby on her lap. The sun had already set but the orange hue was still in the western sky rendering a dreamy atmosphere.
A white car came in front of the house and stopped. Sachi looked up to see who was there.
A big flower buffet came out of the car and started walking. Strangely it had two pair of legs and could walk, sachi followed the strides as they came closer.
She knew that style of walking !
She was so familiar with them , that she could rightly predict how and where the next step will fall.
She could feel his presence with every inch of her body .
She knew it was him .
She knew it was Shravan .
She wanted to run down the pathway but the baby did not allow her . She could not even get up to greet him .she just kept on staring at the approaching figure .
Suddenly a face peeped out from behind the forest of roses. Bur Alas, it did not have the lighthearted smile she expected. It was a serious apprehensive face.
Shravan got out of the car and at once knew she was there. His sachi was there. But he was afraid to look at her as she belonged to someone else. He purposefully hid his upper body and face behind the bouquet as he gathered all his mettle to face Sachi . As he walked towards the patio , his urge to see sachi overtook his hesitation and he started to peep out from behond the bouquet .
There she was - in a white saree with a baby in her lap , her long tresses falling on her shoulder . He could not take away his eyes from her but with every stride forward, he felt a knife carving at his heart and squeezing out drops of blood from there. He was afraid of turning the pathway into crimson ! Why life is so cruel !
At last they faced each other- a moment both of them had been waiting for months and years. Shravan looked deep into sachis eyes. They were as beautiful as before, He could see the mark of vermillion on her forhead which was the last stab on his heart.
Sachi got up to look at those hazel eyes Her eyes were seeking for something, may be that glint of mischief or may be that gratifying famous crooked smile. The glint and smile were missing but she could see pure love in those eyes.
They both wanted to hug each other .
But they could not.
Shravan had the bouquet in his hands
And Sachi had the baby.
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