Prologue

"Zyada jee ke karna bhi kya hai" he said while looking straight into her eyes, leaning on the balcony railing.

( What's the use of living a long life?)

He quickly turned to take a puff not wanting her to passive smoke due to him. She grabbed his elbow, her hold harsh and turned him to face her with all her might. He was caught off guard.

SLAP!!

His face turned sideways due to the blunt force. The cigarette he held in his mouth went flying down the balcony. "Mai yahan ek ek paisa jod ke tumhe theek krna chahti hun and you are smoking like you have a spare pair of lungs in your cupboard." He looked at her shocked at her metamorphosed personality.

(Here i am saving every penny i can so that you can get well soon and you are smoking like you have a spare pair of lungs in your cupboard.)

"Aaj ke baad agar cigarette ke aas paas bhi dikhe na to taange tod dungi tumhari." He turned his face away and without looking at her said "Trust me Smita i am trying everyday" a sigh of content left her lips thinking he would say to get better "to die and not become a burden to you anymore" her soft smile vanished eyes full of unshed tears. She dashed to him and hit his chest repeatedly. "I am alive because i have you Idiot otherwise i would have been the one to die first."

( If i ever see you near cigarettes again, I'll break your legs)

Hi Everyone! So this is just the beginning, brace yourselves for an amazing journey of Love, Laughter and Emotions.

Hope you enjoy reading. 💖