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Love me till the end ㅿ You are a wish, a desire and a dream for me... I'l make sure to put up a smile on ur face as I make u realize a beautiful dream of mine had just come true

Universal truthNazish
18/03/2016

Universal truth
Nazish

04/11/2015

Regardless of what happened yesterday, today is still a good day to be happy again. Leave the past where it is so you can keep moving forward. Just because they hurt you, it doesnt mean that you cant...

12/09/2015

Newton's First Law Of "Aashiqi"
Every Aashiq Contineus To Do
Aashiqi
Until & Unless A 'Tamaacha' Or
'Sandal'
With A Velocity Of 9.8m/s Is
Impressed
Upon Him By A Beautiful Girl..
This Force Is Called 'Beizzati'
Which Is Directly Proportional To
'Sharmindgi'
But Aawarapan Remains Constant

12/09/2015

I love you from the first day I saw your beutiful eyes. Today I still love you. But I don’t know how to express myself to you yet, may be tomorrow i’ll try again. It is very hard for me to open up my heart and tell you that I hope one day, you could open up your heart for me. I love you

12/09/2015

I miss you. I might not always show it, might not always tell people, but on the inside I miss you like crazy.

04/07/2015

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11/01/2015

certain circumstnces cnt be faced. . . certain cnt be. . . told. . . . if sum1 trust u blindly plz dnt break d trust otherwise. . . . . u wl gve a wound. . . . n a tag. . . of lier. . . to ur gendr. . . . becz its nt esy 2 trust aftr ur trust is broken. . . . . . . . . respect one's feelng. . . if u cnt. . . den u hav no ri8 to play wid them. .

08/05/2014
08/05/2014

The person who loves you more..
Will fight with you daily... Without any
reason
But
Whenever you're sad
That person will fight with the world to end
your
sadness...

08/05/2014

08/05/2014

Medical Romance - Chapter 15

DR ISHAN MALHOTRA

My wedding was a fond dream for my parents as if I was their daughter, and not son! They wanted me to marry as eagerly as a kid would wait for his turn to ride on a roller-coaster for the first time. When today, I am finally getting married, the news isn’t being digested by them. Now they suddenly want me to focus on my career and work for a few more years before having a bunch of kids loitering around.
It’s true, that Indian parents would oppose every decision of their kids, as if they are still two years-old amateurs who will accept candy from strangers and die! There is always humour in the explanations forwarded by Indian parents to explain their kids that why a particular thing is wrong for the children, and why should they ‘avoid’ a certain thing. For instance, if a kid wants chocolates, then they’re world’s biggest health hazard, the neighbourhood kids who advertise chocolates openly in streets are guests of few more months! Or if you want a certain video game, then it’s nothing but world’s worst eye-damager. It will leave you blind for the rest of your life! And in my case, when I had a girlfriend in ninth standard – the only girl I actually mustered my courage to approach – my father said that she will leave me and I will go mad and end up in a mental asylum for the rest of my life, and if I’ll have s*x with her, I’ll go blind! What I could never question him was – how is ‘he’ seeing things for he also had s*x with mom, which is why I’m existing? Of course, he could have killed me for such a question, because you see, they’re your PARENTS! And whatever they teach you, has to be memorized even deeper than the NCERT books!
Keeping all these thoughts aside, I picked up my wedding dress which was finally here. The brown-shaded kurta with matching salwar was looking elegant. It was the first time Avni would see me in a typically traditional look and that too a Punjabi one! Avni and I are no more living together – oh no, not that we again have decided to part our ways or something, but because we are getting married today and she shifted to her friend’s place a few days back to keep the excitement on.
I don’t understand one thing, why be away from each other to keep this so called ‘excitement’ on? I am equally excited to see Avni in traditional clothes, as I am to see her in a bikini. It doesn’t matter if I’m seeing her after a week or after a few hours, she’s always as beautiful as she was when I saw her for the first time in the hospital. And then, girls go crazy about the ‘date’ stuff! No, I’m not talking about periods, but about the ‘Date-Dates’! When we met? When I first kissed her? When we first had our first ice-cream together? When we first hugged? When I first asked her if I could go and p*e in a corner ‘alone’? When she first asked me to take her out on a dinner? Some other ‘WHEN’ and more ‘whens’ which end up screwing a man’s life. Like yesterday, Avni texted me – ‘Happy Six Months!’ and by mistake, without thinking that I was supposed to ‘decode’ this message and send a coded – ‘Thank you, same to you’, I asked her – ‘What six months?’
What came next is something that many guys may be familiar with! ‘You don’t love me.’ ‘All that happened in Chennai was a drama!’ ‘You’re getting married just because it’s a formality too!’ ‘I know what you’re thinking right now!’ – believe me, even I didn’t know what I was thinking at the moment when I got this text. I called her so many times last night, but she disconnected the call every time!
‘GIRLS!’
Indian parents are still easier to handle than a girl, especially a girl who is going to marry you! Avni was a sweet little princess till yesterday, but it was the first time that we fought and that too, over some ‘six-month’ thing. I couldn’t imagine that she, being a well-qualified doctor, would also behave that way, but then, we all study about hormones, and when girls are emotional, Oestrogen level spikes up! And my girl is getting married, obviously her Oestrogen would be at the peak of Everest yesterday. Hell, who was I messing with? Finally, I apologized for the biggest mistake of my life, for forgetting that we completed six months yesterday and wished her, kissed her so many times over phone, made her sleep ‘over-phone’, and then, finally, I had my personal time in which I drank some beer, watched India v/s Sri Lanka cricket match and fell asleep over the couch amidst all the popcorns.
The morning was so blissful. It was of course, my last morning as a bachelor. Although I’m married to her since six months now, but traditional marriage has this mental effect over you that you feel from inside – ‘dude, your free days are over!’ I didn’t throw any bachelors party for Avni was totally ‘against’ it. And now, I’ll be hitched in a few more hours. Today, I could do whatever I wanted to, so I tossed the toothpaste into the flower pots, threw my clothes all around the house, filled water in my mouth and spat it over the street from my balcony to check the distance it covers, I roamed around in shorts and as the clock struck 01:00 pm, I went back to being ‘sane’, for my parents and guests would be arriving any time. The maid came and went into shock, and after she was normalized, she started cleaning the house with a vow to never come back here in her life!
Mom and Dad arrived at 03:00 pm and right now, it is 08:00 pm as I’m watching my wedding dress. I thought about Avni, and the mere thought of un******ng her from her wedding dress to nothing, made me hard!
Whatever Indian guys may think, however cool they may be, and doesn’t matter if they’ve had s*x many times before marriage, the first night of the marriage is always as exciting for a ‘stud’, as for a virgin guy! Same was the case with me. Although I lost my virginity a few months back to Avni on Chennai trip, but getting laid with her on first night seemed to be equally exciting as that unexpected s*x in houseboat in Chennai was! Avni knew that I was a virgin and I know that she’s a non-virgin, for she told me about her past recently when she was comfortable to share her secrets with me, the day we landed in Kerala for the vacation, but never did I mind. She told me about the as***le she met in Varanasi, who left her scarred for life, how he damaged her and left her depressed and hopeless. Such guys are a stain on the name of humanity, I don’t know why do they even breathe and waste the oxygen?
What’s important to me is, her love and care which she has always provided me in plenty. What’s unimportant is a tag – Virginity. Dudes in India hype a lot over this so called ‘virginity’. What if you get a virgin (or what you call – pure) girl, and she disrespects you, has affairs outside, insults your parents and becomes a bitch after marriage? And what if the girl isn’t virgin, but she’s pure-hearted, loves and cares for you, respects your parents, is true to you and remains by your side for the rest of your life? What will matter more? Her virginity, or her nature? Blokes may find a virgin girl more appealing because they think that they will be the first to touch her, or mark their nasty territory, but what they don’t know is, that virginity is nothing but just a tag. If a guy can have s*x before marriage, why can’t a girl? If guys can preach – My body, my decision – why can’t a girl? Just because she’s a ‘GIRL’ is NOT a valid explanation. If guys think they can become responsible father by being non-virgins before marriage, so a non-virgin girl can also be a responsible mother! Being non-virgin is NOT being slut. Guys who think that a girl who has had s*x before wedding is a slut, should think about the girls they have had s*x with before ‘their’ marriage, they were the ones who made them all ‘sluts’ in their language, then why can’t they accept one?
It’s true that male-hypocrisy and chauvinism exists to a great extent in our society, and it’s not the fault of the guys, but of the parents who teach such things to a guy. Parents who would always restrict their daughter and free their son, are doing damage to the society by creating a difference in the mind-sets of their kids that boys are superior to girls. We cry that western nations are much ahead than us, that the technology that they use comes in India years later, but what we don’t understand is, we are the ones who are contributing more to this damage, by restricting girls and confining them only in four walls of home. I know, if my parents will come to know about Avni being into relationship ‘before’ marriage, they’ll create a havoc, and same will happen if any normal ‘Indian’ parents will come to know this, that’s the reason I told them that she’s a friend since I was doing MBBS, and I know her since her twelfth. I know lying isn’t a good thing, it’s a sin and I may have to go to hell for that and blah blah, but if one lie can make everyone’s life peaceful, it’s not harmful to lie. I love her, she loves me, what else can you ask for? Talking about infidelity issues, if she would have another guy in her mind, then she would have got married to her on a contract basis than me, and she has lived with me in this very house for six months, I know she isn’t even in touch with any guy except for the hospital staff. Non-virgin girls are unfaithful is a myth, as big as – Virgin girls are goddesses!
Even if I’ll tell this thing to my friends, that Avni has had a boyfriend before, they will bully me too that I chose an ‘impure’ girl and that I’m a fool for she’s ‘caging’ an innocent guy, but I am mature enough to decide the right and wrong for myself. In a few hours, I will be married and then nobody will remember about Avni Singh, she will be Avni Malhotra from now, her past is now a gone-thing, all people will treat Avni as Mrs Avni Malhotra, WIFE of Ishan Malhotra…

08/05/2014

Medical Romance - Last Chapter

TEN YEARS LATER

‘Where are my shoes? I can’t find them!’ a man was shouting at the top of his voice, from inside the bathroom.

‘I didn’t know you keep your shoes in the bathroom!’ a woman in middle-age replied furiously from kitchen.

The man came out, still searching for the pair of shoes that someone poked him in his legs from behind.

‘Here are they, daddy…’ said a little girl of six years old. She wore beautiful pink frock with matching flowers in her head, her tiny feet were wrapped in pink velvet shoes and she was struggling with the pair of shoes which were too heavy from standards of a six years old!

‘Aw! Thank you my sweetheart, your mother is just useless you know?’

‘I know, honey!’ the little girl kissed the man on his cheek and he took out a chocolate from his pocket.

‘No more sweets, her teeth are already rotting! You want her to go toothless before she’s a teenager?’ the woman interrupted the father-daughter love that was going on.

‘See, I told you she’s useless!’ the man whispered and handed the chocolate over to the girl silently.

‘Give it to me, right now!’ the woman almost barked.

‘No mommy please…’ the woman snatched the chocolate-bar from the little-girl’s hand, and the girl started crying.

‘Oh, don’t cry, come here….’ The man picked her up, ‘See what you did? You hurt our little princess, shame on a mother like you!’

‘And you? What are you doing? Increasing her facilities and making her a brat? She will develop cavities tomorrow, and day after, her teeth will fall down, then her gums will develop problems and she can also have ulcers in her mouth, do you see the intensity of the situation here, Ishan?’

‘Oh god! Nothing will happen, Avni. I am a father and a doctor myself, I know how to raise kids.’

‘No, you don’t…’ Avni tossed the chocolate in the dustbin.

‘See, I told you she gives me nightmares!’ the little girl whispered in Ishan’s ears.

‘She creeps me more than anything in this world, you know?’ Ishan whispered back and they both laughed silently.

‘What now? What’s going on? Is there anything to laugh?’ Avni was acting like a strict mother. She loved her daughter more than anything, and that’s why she behaved highly protective of her.

Ishan left for hospital in a few more minutes and the little girl was left alone with Avni, who dressed her up and they both went for some grocery shopping. Today was Sunday and Avni had only five working days a week, while Ishan had a sudden surgery today because of which he had to leave. The girl loved shopping for she would see a lot of new chocolates, teddy-bears, Barbie-dolls and so many other things she was obsessed with. She pointed at a doll and Avni asked her not to touch anything.

‘But mom, I want it!’

‘No, darling. You already have five dolls.’ This made the girl sad, and after buying some important things, they returned home.

‘How was the day?’ Ishan asked Avni late in night, when they were preparing to sleep.

‘Nothing much, we just went for a shopping, Ishika cried for she wanted a new Barbie doll, she kept ranting for it, but I didn’t buy it.’ Avni was again engrossed in a book she was reading since a few days now.

‘Why? Why are you behaving like this when she’s growing up?’ Ishan seemed disturbed.

‘Ishan, listen to me first. She’s growing up and that’s why I’m behaving like that. She needs to understand the value of money. We earn more than sufficient and she thinks that she can get everything, which is not a right mentality! I remember my childhood, I remember how my parents raised me up like a princess too, but with a little salary they were getting. That didn’t make me insufficient. I had everything, and I knew the value of everything too, that’s why today I am taking care of this home in the best possible manner. You earn over a billion rup*es per year, you know? And do you know the maid who worked for you before we were married, stole your money? No, you don’t, because you never keep track of your bank accounts, or the money you bring home, and that’s why our daughter is turning out like you! You are from a rich background Ishan, and I’m not. That’s why I want my baby to experience both lives. To have everything, but also to crave for some things! If we will provide her everything, she will never know the sadness of not being able to get a thing she dearly wanted. I want her to be strong and not weak. Remember the time, when I came to you with my problem and you immediately said – marry me? Because even the thought of losing me was killing you inside, you were weak and dependable, something I don’t want my daughter to be. Tomorrow she will date guys, she will go out with her friends, but I don’t want her to feel superior to anybody. She also should have same resources as a common man.’

For a second, Ishan was sp*echless. He never thought about life this way, maybe because he never saw the other phase of life! Since his childhood, he was provided with everything, he didn’t know what a ‘craving’ was. He always got what he wanted, and he was lucky even in Avni’s case that without any real struggle or hurt, he got her. Maybe that’s why his daughter was also turning out to be like him. He thanked Avni for reminding him that no matter how high you fly, you should never leave the ground and forget your roots. It’s where you actually belong.

‘No matter how rich someone is, in the end, either he’ll fly off in air if he’s cremated, or he’ll dissolve in soil if he’s buried. Doesn’t matter how we live, we all will end up in the same way, back to nature, then why forget ‘who’ we actually are?’

‘You sound more like a philosopher now, Avni. It’s too late, c’mon, let’s sleep…’

As Avni got up to turn off the lights of her room, Ishika came running and hugged her.

‘Hey sweetheart, what happened?’

‘Mom, I’m scared in my room, Mr Muffins scares me at night…’ Ishika was referring to the four feet tall teddy bear that Ishan had gifted to their daughter on her fifth birthday.

‘Oh, c’mon, come sleep with us.’ Avni picked her up and took her to the bed. She laid her down between Ishan and herself, and the little girl readily fell asleep as she hugged her father.

‘Strange, how today you’re world to her, and tomorrow, she will forget you!’ Avni wiped off a tear from the corner of her eye.

‘Forget me? Why?’ Ishan sounded scared.

‘Yes, I’m not kidding. Look at me! I am a daughter too, but when I became a wife, I almost forgot that I am a daughter too, and now when I’ve become a mother, I have totally forgotten about my father, who is dead since ten years now. I’m not saying that it makes me a worthless daughter, it doesn’t. I’m just saying that it happens with everyone. We are not remembered forever, we will simply be replaced by our children. Nobody remembers how much money you earned, or for how many hours you worked, if there’s something that one remembers about a dead person, is how much love he took from him, how much care he was showered with, how much quality time they spent together, and how many memories they have. What you are doing today, will lead you where my father is, tomorrow, Ishan. I hardly remember any quality time spent with him, and neither do I remember his salary figure, that’s why I don’t think about him that much now. Same thing will happen to you tomorrow, if you focus only on hospital today, and don’t spend any time with Ishika.’

Her words pierced through Ishan’s heart like a sharp sword. He wasn’t ready to accept the reality that one day, everyone will die, and what will remain is the amount of time they spent with their loved ones. Their kids will forget them too with time, when they will grow up and will be busy in their own families. If something will stay with them, it is the teachings of their parents that they can pass on to their children, the memories they shared in their childhood, that they can entertain their kids with, and things which can’t be measured in quantities, like love, care and sacrifice. Such are the things which truly determine greatness of a person.

Ishan thought, despite being a doctor, he was an amateur in many senses. He lacked the most basic education, and that was education of life, something which his wife, who was five years younger, was capable of teaching him today, and that too, after she lost her father. He understood the meaning of life to great extent and promised Avni to spend more time with Ishika and less in hospital. To teach Ishika value of everything and make her a responsible kid, and not a proud brat. Avni kissed Ishan on his cheek, for he agreed to obey her, and Ishan kissed her back as a matter of conveying his ‘thanks’ to a great teacher in his life.

It’s true that education is important, but what is more important is ‘what’ you do with that education. Being doctors is almost next to being Gods, but Gods don’t teach us to be proud or haughty. They teach us to be humble and helpful. Avni and Ishan’s twisted love story was nothing, but a small glance into what our life ‘should’ actually include and what should we do to make it worth living.

Everyone has to die in the end, but great is the one who is remembered ‘after’ his death…

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