an sms story36

9.p.m..................

she herself was deliberately being emotional.
what the hell! she could have done more
just to hear those words, veiled behind
poetry, coming from Armaan. slowly the
decision was forming in her mind...to type things, to
compensate for the hurt...to give something of the
 passionate romanticism that oozed out of the shayaris
back to him. her own passion,  cooped long within
her body n soul, was getting ready with a rage, to come out
......as The Ganges descended from the heaven, with mischievous
force...to flip aside everything that came in her way......her conscience,
her dignity, her sense of fair play. at her thirties, she finally became the
willful teenager....



...the flirtatiously cold night wrapped her up with  sensual craving...
Anna took the Kashmiri shawl n retired for the night.closing the door
of her room, in the seclusion, on her bed, she read her messages n his
and waited for more to come her way. to say more, to know more...


Anna plugged the mobile....nowadays she was particularly careful to see
 that the mobile never went out of charge. hmm..two sticks..three sticks..four..
she was getting impatient...



9.12p.m....


Armaan:Sukun Mil Gya
Humko Badnam
Hokar
Uske Har 1  Ilzam pe
Yu
Bezuban Hokar
Log Pad Hi Lenge
Uski
Ankho Me Meri
Mohabbat
Chahe kar de Wo
Inkar
Anjan Hokar.
         (to be contd.)