BROKEN FLOWERS EPILOGUE PAGE 23

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Beautiful Fall season was around the corner, leaves were fluttering in the air, it was like shower of leaves, it was beautiful, in between when leaf was touching the body which could feel like a tickle. Leaves looked really golden treasure especially when the Sun was hitting them with its rays. Cold wind breeze was flowing in the air. It was early morning; Sun was still coming out from the lap of earth like a baby tried to peep out from Mom's lap. There was nothing so special about morning; it was usual Simla morning but it didn't matter how usual was the morning, as Simla was one of the prettiest place of India, so usual morning was also as beautiful as golden sun rays.

Naaz and her father Rahim were walking towards the bus station while Naaz's gaze reached to the road she was walking; it was filled with leaves and flowers, red roses and leaves which were wilted because of heat of sun rays. Their hearts were filled with joy they shared during the past month and with melancholy which they would share after this moment. Both father and daughter shared a great bonding from the beginning; she was the baby princess of her Dad's heart. But each daughter had to go away from her parents one day and she went away from her parents three years ago when she got married.

Finally they reached to the bus and all the passengers were getting ready to get into the bus while saying goodbyes to their loved ones.

"My dear Naaz, please take your lunch box and water bottle, and softly step into the bus." Mr. Rahim said.

Rahim came here to the bus station to drop her only daughter as she was leaving for her in laws house after spending one month with him. She had been married for three years and she was six months pregnant. Her dad asked her to spend a few days with him as it wouldn't be convenient to travel during the later stages of pregnancy.   

Her parents' house was located in beautiful alley of Simla and her in laws house was situated in Srinagar. Both were very scenic places. Each had its own independent unique beauty. One was nurtured with beautiful garden valleys and one was nurtured with mountains and snow. Both were relatively cold places of India.

While staying at her parents' house, she used to talk with her husband on a daily basis; she was in much love with her husband and this would be kid brought them more closer. Her wedding happened three years ago, it was a normal affair with a lot of fun, it was a love marriage. Today morning, her husband called and asked her to come back as soon as possible as her mother in law got admitted to the hospital. Her mother in law had a heart attack. Naaz got really worried for her mother in law and she packed her bags right away. She tried to get flight ticket but all flights were booked for Srinagar and there was no flight for next three days. There was no reservation left for train and only option left with her was going by bus.

She was juggling with so many things in her hand, her bag, her lunch box, her little plump belly, water bottle, her purse and her dupatta ( a clothing material of Indian outfit to cover the front part of girls' body like a scarf), she was just unable to handle all the things, her dad helped her to put bag inside the bus. Her dupatta fell off as she was managing to put her first step on the bus.

"Naaz beta (daughter), take care of your dupatta, you know it is very important for girls, it is the question of Girls' self respect."Mr Rahim told her with authoritative sound.

"Yes baba (Dad), I know that."Naaz said while leaning towards the ground to pick up her dupatta. Rahim had back problem so he couldn't bend a lot.

It was very hard for her to bend because of her plump belly. One gentleman looked at this sight and he picked up her dupatta and put it back on her shoulder while not meeting her gaze at the same time out of respect. He was looking somewhere else not to embarrass her as her dupatta was not on her body.

"Hello, thank you."Naaz said. Before she could ask more, he had already left.

He entered into the bus and looked for his seat number. He didn't care to listen to thanks from her.

She felt it little rude but she didn't care. She was searching for her seat number and she found out that her seat was just beside that rude man, she sighed with little disgust as she found out that she had to sit beside him for the entire journey. She was disappointed as she didn't get the window seat.

The bus was supposed to leave in ten minutes. Her dad came to meet her in the bus for the last time before bus will run, his eyes were already moist. By looking at her dad's moist eyes, she couldn't control her tears. She started shedding tears. She took his blessings and he hugged her softly considering her belly. His dad caressed her forehead and her hair delicately. It was quite overwhelming feelings for him to leave his only sweet daughter, the bond shared between two was very adorable, as for Naaz, he is the mother and father. Her mom died when she was eight years old, since then Rahim did every possible things to keep his daughter happy. Naaz also loved her Dad to death. She fell in love with Amir while doing her undergrad in Chemistry. Her father had happily accepted their union and they both got married. Her in laws had been also nice with her from beginning. She got the life she wished for.

Her father left the bus as it was the time to leave. She settled down on her seat and she waved good bye to her dad with watery eyes from the window by breaking down the view of the person sitting beside her. She inadvertently touched his shoulder while waving good bye to her dad. He looked at her with little anger as she kind of broke his concentration from whatever he was staring at from the window. He leaned his shoulder slightly down so that she could reach to the window easily.

She was sobbing; it was hard for her to control her tears. She was concerned about her father as nobody was staying with him to take care of him except one servant, she had asked her father so many times to come with her, but her father belonged to old school thought where father couldn't stay at daughter's house.

That rude man had offered her a handkerchief. She got little surprised by his behavior as he seemed rude at the beginning. She wiped her tears from his handkerchief. She was adjusting herself in a seat to comfort her belly. He looked at her and he tried to give her half of his seat as well and he moved further towards the window. She felt good as she got enough space for her and she softly smiled at him and she thought to introduce her.

"Hi, I am Naaz Anwar." She said.

"Hi, I am Maan Singh Khurana." He said stiffly with a lot of proud about his name.

Part 2: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=2

Part 3: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=7�

Part 4: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=11

Part 5: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=13�

Part 6: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=16�

Part 7: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=19�

Epilogue: https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/topic/1642620?pn=23�

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Promo for part 2: Maan and Geet are married couple, Naaz and Amir are married couple, there will be some sweet entanglement between these two couples. 

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