Real Life - love Story

Real Life - love Story

This is the Real life Love story . I hope you like it

Real Life - love Story

Friends, life is such a happy journey where we live a new moment everyday. In these moments we are happy for many moments and many moments are filled with sorrow of sorrow. But living with our loved ones in happiness and grief is the only life. Some of these ideas are self-motivated, our story of today is "

Happy Birthday Sahil! Sleeping in my eyes open with these words. In front of the bouquet and a sweet smile in the hands, Neha was standing. Blue suit, white chunari, black dot and wearing earrings, Neha. I kept seeing him a moment. How beautiful it was. He went ahead and gave me a bouquet and smiling, I thanked him. "Did you remember my birthday?" I asked? "Absolutely. Just 6 months after our marriage, Saladirah comes your birthday. Anyway, I remember all. Not like you, I have to remember everything ". Neha said in a naughty sense. Before saying something I said it again. "Listen, I have made idli-sambhar, lassi, bread-roll and rasmalai for you, that too early in the morning. So come out early and listen as well as it is to be appreciated. " Like someone winning a warrior, he ran out and laughing me out.

            It was my neha. After the marriage, she had seen tears in her eyes. After that I could never understand how someone can remain so happy. All around, every man in his smallest problem seems unhappy, and Neha has become more bitter in all his troubles every day. There was the power to laugh the stone in it too. For her love and respect for her, I got ready for the office and reached out. Neha sitting on the table was writing something on his phone. How beautifully he had the table decorated. He saw me and stabbed a tanza. "How long have I been waiting for? You are feeling very hungry and you are coming from so late ". "You have not eaten anything yet? But why? "I asked. He just smiled and started serving Idli in my plate. "What gift do you want today? I will come in the evening while returning from the office ". He asked me

We have become so busy in our life that even for our loved ones, we can not get the right time. In reply to Neha, I said "I ask you for a little time. Let's go out in the evening today. Together just you-you ". Neha laughs and says "gave. I gave you all my time. So it was decided, in the evening you will come to get me from the office and then we will go to the Mughlai restaurant to eat ". After Neha left the office, when I started coming from there, I saw Neha being a bit tired and looking at me with distraction. I could not understand anything As if he is saying that he should stop Sahil, do not leave me. But I wandered and walked towards my office. But I wish I had accepted her.

In the evening, I was leaving the office, suddenly one of the most important things came, due to which I had to wait for some time in the office. I also told Neha that I would not be able to take him and told him that he himself came to Mughli restaurant. After telling this story to my Neha, she did not have any speech nor cut off the contact. He simply kept his mobile phone saying that "well, but you will be punished". After some intervals, I reached that restaurant. I was waiting for Neha not to go there. I tried to contact Neha's mobile phone several times but it was closed. I understood that it would be a mischief generated by Neha's displeasure that I did not come to take it and that's why I went to Neha's office. There I came to know that Neha had left from there 1 hour ago. I wandered the car and again moved towards the restaurant. On the way, I was going to see the passers-by that Neha could be seen but she could not find it.

I was frightened because sometimes Neha was angry with me but she had never behaved like that. Neha's phone was still locked. I thought Neha might have gone home so I also went home. The house was closed and Neha had not reached the house yet. It was 9 o'clock in the night. Neha bin was never out of the house for so long. My heart was coming to the throat, but I was thinking that in order to disturb me in displeasure, she would have gone to a friend's house and closed her mobile phone. Will come in the morning itself. But this is not a method. This time he did not do well. What kind of fun is it that the life of the face is dry.

That night I could breathe the dog. At every interval, my sleep was opened. My phone started playing at 7 in the morning. I picked up the phone assuming that the phone will be of Neha. From the front came the voice- "Mr. Sahil?". I was scared and started asking about that unknown voice "My name is Inspector Devendra Kumar. We have found a girl named Neha in a deserted condition on the forested road near the Mughlai restaurant. Your number was found by their phone only. We are taking them to a civil hospital, you too soon. " The floor fell under my feet. My body could not bear the burden of this tragedy and was numb. My mind went into the state of zero. I got some kind of courage to reach the hospital.

"Inspector Sahib Sahib Sahil, Neha's Husband" "So you came, Sahil ji", inspector Devendra Kumar replied. "Your wife is very fortunate that even some woodcutters on such a deserted road saw them and told them, or could have been anything else. Neha has been tried hard to force. She is currently in room number 10. Go, you need them ". I ran in the room and saw Neha became a stone. Neha was lying on a bed in blue cloth. All the machines and doctors were saying that he was out of danger.

His eyes were admiring the roof of a tuck room. There was no movement besides his breath in his body. Only about Neha knew how much weight would be in her breathing, moving at very slow speed. Never silly Chabuli Neha had fallen like a lifeless statue. Seeing this, the strength of my body also came out and I fell on my knees. Neha's condition was not going to be seen from me. The doctor handled me and placed it near Neha. I was not able to stop my tears and the mind was cursing myself that in the morning why did I leave her alone? I touched Neha's hands and said, "We have to go out to eat. Now you are only delaying ... "Then I silenced and began to moan. I stayed with Neha and kept in mind that there was no shortage of treatment for Neha.

Three days later, Neha was discharged from the hospital. I took hold of it and brought it to the car. That jumping-staggered Neha had to drag his legs today. It seemed as if he had weighed hundreds of kilos of weight. I brought her home. When my car stopped under my house then all the hotels had come to see the show. Some people's senseless words started falling into my ears. Even after knowing Neha and my anguish, no one came to ask us a lot, but some people saw their house shut down. These people represent the society that has become insensitive. Who wants any news to call a friend on his phone The society which is engaged in drawing a picture instead of helping the dying person, could not even go further than expected. Sadness was of the fact that in the days of our happiness, the helpers of the humanity and the people of the human race refused to accept a girl as a human being today. But I did not make any difference to these things. Neha was still as special and valuable to me as before.

With a heavy heart, I brought Neha inside the house and hung on the bed from which Neha had raised me three days ago. I was just thinking that seeing that day Neha was waiting for me to rise and now I do not know how many days I will be waiting for her rise. I had asked him for just a little time from the gift but he would get it in the form I never imagined. The night had passed, so leaving Neha, I went down to arrange something for her. There was still a set made by Neha in the fridge. How much love he made for me I was just watching the stuff that suddenly the sound of Neha's screaming started.

Leaving everything, I ran up. Neha was shouting loudly at the bed. "Save me save me. He will kill me". He had gone into confusion and his brain was showing pictures of the old events. Her breath started cracking and the flow of sweating became very strong by the body. I went to him quickly and gave him his hand so that I could enter my presence. Neha suddenly caught me. I started to tell him repeatedly that everything is fine. There is no danger to him. There is no one there. I lay it down and began to touch my forehead. Neha slowly became calm. I was still saying that I am with him and I will not let anything happen to him. Neha did not say anything but I saw a drop of tears washed away from the corner of her eyes. I got up again to bring him something to eat, Neha grabbed me more loud. He was again looking at me with distraction, as if saying, stop, Sahil, do not leave me alone and go. This time I did not repeat my mistake and sat by her. Neha slept after some interval.

The huge waves of sadness and anger were on my mind. Neha needed more personalization and love than any medicine and doctor. His shattered self-confidence was needed to take the floor from the floor to Urh. In the ongoing battle within Neha, it was my turn to make a contribution and I had also decided that I would love to do it as before.

Neha always felt the people around him and therefore he always looked in tension and confusion. This fear and shouting was a daily routine. It was very difficult to calm him down. One night I was trying to feed Neha. He was fond of eating, but now he could not even eat a simple bread. Suddenly she started crying. Do not know which whip of arrows in his mind this time. "I'm sorry, Sahil." Perhaps I had some mistake that I was punished for. I must have done something that would have happened to me. I have all the shortcomings in me. I am a burden for everyone. This burden is causing me a lot of pain. Leave me and go away Now I am not worthy of you ".

I never imagined this pattern of Neha. The girl who had the power to breathe life in a dead body, she was so broke today that she was not able to get herself out of despair. The fast palm of his face was lost. Neha never hurt anyone's heart, but now she had not put her heart on so many things that she herself started kneeling. I waved the tears of Neha and told him "There is no mistake of yours. You can never make a mistake. How much you care about, how much you care about everyone. How many helpless people have helped you, and how good they have reached today. You must remember that girl at the bus station, who was separated from her family. You had introduced him to his family with untiring efforts. Those people treat you as gods. If you did not do that, then how would that girl's life be? Even after this you are saying that you are burdened by someone. No, this world of people like you is very much needed. You are still as important to me as before. All will be fine "|

It was my mind that Neha was reaching the heart, nor did I know it, but these things had disturbed my mind. My mind was just thinking that Neha would not have harmed herself anymore. In a few days intervals, I removed all the sharp and pointed things from home. Neha's room was on the first floor, so I got a lattice in all the windows. Remove all fans. I did not like to do this because it was getting certified that I had no faith in Neha. But the truth was that at this time I had become weak. I could not have lost Neha in any situation.

I would sit with him everyday, talk to him, praise him. I count him all the achievements which show him the messiah of the people. Earlier, he used to talk to his loved ones and friends, but now he did not accept his telephone. He had completely cut himself off from society. Just do not bend the head all the time, fighting with some thoughts.

After so much effort, I was not able to bring back Neha's laughter. It was then thought that my friend Sharma's daughter played with Neha and Neha was very happy with her. I thought that if he came there, Neha would get some light moments. This is where I came to Sharma's house. When the house bell rang, Bhabhi ji opened the door. As soon as I saw him, the color of his face became blurred. I was seated in a very ruthless manner and asked only for skilled work, "Did anyone see you coming here?" I was understanding everything. Therefore, he did not expect manners for himself. More than Neha was important at that time. I was walking on all the moves that his child unkalakal came to me. But his mother scolded him and sent him back inside. I told the purpose of my coming straight. "Sister-in-law, brother-in-law, I am doing my best to repair Neha and there is a lot of improvement, but still she feels suffocated inside. I have seen that when your daughter comes here, Neha plays very well with her and laughs jokes. So I request you that for a while if you bring her here, Neha will like it. "

Sharma couple started pointing each other's eyes and then sister-in-law said, "No, no, I will never send my child to there. Neha is suffering the punishment of her behavior. My daughter will meet her, so do not know what will she learn. I have heard that Neha used to go out of the office in the night and laugh at her with her male friends. Want to teach all this to my daughter too? You are not comfortable with your wife and expect that my daughter handled it. Sorry it can not be done ".

My only hope was to hear it. Our society was speaking through Bhabhi ji, from which humanity has ended. Nobody was aware of what reality was, but everyone had made their own story accordingly. He chose the guilty, also sued the trial and also sentenced the person who was himself victimized. My Neha was not lost, but this society had defeated her.

While lobbying for Neha, I said, "Sister-in-law, did you raise your finger on Neha without knowing anything? In this whole sentence, his character was not a mistake. Do you have an idea of ​​his mood? I am not doing anything to make him like that before. He would have found some happiness, therefore he asked for help, but you raised questions on his character only. " Even after such a betrayal, I made a last attempt and looked towards Sharma, but he also felt better to see his mobile rather than the reality of his eyes.

When I returned home, I stopped at a red light and I saw a person selling flowers. Seeing them, I remembered the bouquet which Neha gave me on my birthday. I also bought a red rose flower and a bouquet of multicolored flowers for him. Upon reaching home, I moved the flower towards Neha with a smile. But he did not get the courage to accept it. I put that flower in his lap and he decorated the bouquet next to him. After some interval, when I came back to the room, there was no room for my happiness after looking at the environment. I stood on the door and began to reconcile within that moment. Neha was holding the rose flower in his hands. There was a light of expression on his face. Neha had kept the bouquet in her lap as if she was making her own makeup with multi-colored flowers.

Those weird flowers had rescued a stranger girl, who had almost become a stone, with its colors. On the other hand, humans had killed the soul of a laughing woman playing their true colors. I went inside and raised Neha from the bed and stood in front of the mirror. She was feeling very uncomfortable. I could not find the sight from myself. I wore a necklace around his neck and put a dot sticking on the glass on his forehead. Slowly lifting his eyelids, he looked at himself with his eyes, then his soaked eyelids told me everything he wanted to tell me. In the middle of her wet face, I finally saw what I was waiting for for a long time. I saw Neha's smile on her face. He embraced me. Now the turn of the eyes was humble.

I encouraged him to put many new and fragrant flowers in his room. Having beautiful pictures, put on the walls. Those photos were sun rising, flying birds, beautiful house, natural beauty etc. He had many pictures of Neha in which he was having fun with his friends. One picture was with me on the day of our wedding, which he used to affirm with great passion. Other than these memories, I could give him more. He was not able to provide protection, so I was also guilty of it. My efforts led to positive changes in his thoughts and behavior. But I was still skeptical of whether I would ever be able to make him like I did before.

In these efforts, when the time has passed, it is not known. I would ever take him out of the house, I would ever have met him with his relatives. I constantly inspected his expressions so that he did not stress too much and slowly it changed. Now he started speaking to me, limited, right. Finding a positive and pleasant atmosphere around him reduced his mental illusion. It was also the irony of fate that the day had come again the day the last year I brought it to my house for the first time after marriage. He would have imagined a happy life, but what he got in real life, he would not know about me. After that incident, none of us had any relation with humanity other than our closest relatives.

One fight where Neha was fighting, one fight I had to fight. In my office, I saw how many eyes were found. People used to see me like I had come from a Paradise. I also felt in this time what is the place of human beings among humans. Good to us, it is an uncultivated animal who also annoys his dead companion.

In view of all this, one of my rules was absolutely clear that nobody should be with Neha, I would definitely be there. We had been living under one roof for a year. It was also difficult to decide which gift to visit Neha on the first wedding anniversary. Thinking of Neha's bed, I saw an eye on a chair.

The next day my sleep opened with these words. "Happy Anniversary Sahil" | Neha was standing in front for a bouquet and a lovely smile. I did not believe in seeing blue suit, white chunar, necklace, and Neha bent on the forehead. Neha had finally won this battle and like a warrior she stood in front of me in beauty. Crossing all boundaries of happiness, my tears were accepted by her and she embraced her. Words of joy were not available to me. I did not imagine such a precious gift. I can only say that "You are very happy today and a new life."

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