Finding the Lost Souls (Watty 2018)

IN BETWEEN PAST & PRESENT✔

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Love had a different power which is unexplainable, it's an invisible bond which can tie you with someone with so much extent that it makes you vulnerable and strong at same time. Raman Kumar Bhalla faced two version of love in his 30 year life span, the one which made him act like lost soul and other which find and nurtured that lost soul, if one love made barriers in his heart other love made him break all those barriers. He learnt to read soul, and the most transparent soul for him is his wife who conquered not his life but also his world.

"I wish if you could learn to lie baby, you are an open book for me Ishita, an open book whom your husband can read even with closed eyes. I always knew why you wanted to come India but I'm sorry for ruining your dreams baby. Your Raman can put entire world around your feet but he can't fulfill your only wish. I love you" he dropped light kiss on his wife forehead who was snoring lightly but unlike her, sleep was away from his eyes. Removing covers from his body, he wore his boxers and shirt and started to gaze foggy morning of Delhi. He always loved Delhi, it's the place where he spent his entire childhood, where he completed his schooling, the place where he witnessed his father success. Delhi always gave him warmth until the incident took place in there lives which made him drift away from everything.

Knowing truth about his parents indifference and bitterness he felt like he lost a part of his heart. His love suddenly vanished and he felt a hollow remained in his heart. He knew how much time he took in coming back in reality, and all credit goes to his wife who became a constant supporter in those times and that was the time he realised his whole life depend over her and that time he promised himself to keep her happy in every circumstances.

The time she started to demand for India trip he was not willing. He always knew her wish but at same time he knew there will be no use for her wish. After facing so many heartbreaks and betrayals he understood some relations are better not to touched because no matter how much you nurture them you can't bloom them again.

He came near his wife again who started to stir from her sleep with the continuous vibration from her phone. He chuckled seeing the caller name. He knew the naughty clan will going to tease them till death. He laughed inwardly imagining his wife blushing face.

"Kiska phone hai Raman?" he slipped in covers hearing her mumble and snaked his arm around her waist which made her scooted towards him more, "Aapko neend nahi aati kya?"

"Happy Birthday Love" she smiled feeling his lips on her forehead and continued to snuggle against him. "Vaise kal raat ka celebration kaisa tha? Kuch reh toh nahi gaya tha na" she mentally smacked her husband who started his teasing sessions in early morning.