Story Of Love . Part_1

Story of the life I left the house with fifty thousand rupees in cash, saying that I was going to run away with my boyfriend. That day my boyfriend left home empty-handed. I could not say anything that day. I was just silently looking at him for a while with a heart of illusory compassion. "Then I said don't worry, something will happen. I brought what I could, I can go on for a few months." Because I knew about his family, his financial condition was not very good. So maybe he left the house empty-handed. Father and mother were asleep when I took the cupboard key from under father's pillow. They looked so innocent while sleeping.

Even so, they are innocent to me. I knew there was money in the cupboard. Dad got a salary yesterday. Father usually collects her salary every two to three months. I felt very bad when I opened the cupboard and took the money. The parents who gave birth to me, have kept me in love for twenty years. Never allowed to suffer. I am leaving those banyan trees called father and mother. But I can't live without the one I love. I know that my father will never accept our relationship. Every father wants to get his daughter married in a good house. My father is no exception. What happens after I leave? Maybe my parents will cry for a day or two, my younger brother never sleeps without me. Can he sleep without me? Maybe learn slowly. Forget that he had a sister who left him. I wanted to write a letter when I left home. But I couldn't write anything despite trying a hundred times. I just wrote two lines on a small piece of paper. "Forgive me if you can. Forget that you had a daughter. There was a very bad girl, who always thought only in her own words, who valued her own happiness. Who left her own people for her love. Bad girl thinks for me. Don't throw your holy tears on the ground.

From now on, think that the girl named Sadia is dead. Don't try to find me. Be well. At five o'clock in the morning, I saw Sadaf standing calmly under a tree. I knew he would wait before me. Every time I met her during the relationship she was waiting for me. Sometimes I am even an hour or two late. But he never got angry or resentful towards me. Why is it so late today? if I said "I make you wait a lot, for me you have to stand for minutes and minutes and hours even in this egg-boiling heat. Don't you feel bad? Don't you get angry with me? I'm the one who comes late every day. You're never late. Why don't you complain about it?" Then he would hold my hand and say about the purest love in the world, "You know what is the happiest moment of my life for me? What is the happiest time? The time I wait for you is most precious to me, so precious. Because I'm waiting for a man who loves me more than his own life. I know that for an hour or two I will burn in the sun, but after a while, you will come and shake your saree with love equal to the world and relieve my fatigue. Now tell me, shall I not wait a little while for my dear bird?" I didn't say anything then. Without saying anything, I just hid my face on Sadaf's chest. I used to cry with happiness. Then Sadaf would hug me tightly to his chest. Then I thought that all my happiness lies in this man's chest. I used to hug Sadaf very lovingly. Sadaf then said, what are you doing? let go Everyone is watching. I would not leave him then. I would hold tighter. It's a little late. when did you come - It's four o'clock. - Your phone was off for a few days. Tried a lot. But I didn't get you. I thought maybe you were afraid to go with me. - There was a little problem. Why be afraid? I can go to death with you. - I know that. Now tell me what happened. Is everyone at home well?

No such problem. Let's have a place to sit in front. sit there The bus will arrive at six, like thirty more minutes. As Sadaf said, I sat on the front bench. The bus arrived shortly before six o'clock. Sadaf's honors are over. Go to Dhaka and do a small job, we will have a small family. In this hope, we have crossed into an uncertain life. We had a lot of trouble looking for a house in Dhaka. It is very tough to get a house for less money. However, Sadaf had a friend with whose help we managed to get a home. Sadaf's friend helped us a lot which I will never forget. Sadaf used to go out in the morning to look for a job. And I used to try to organize the family at home. Although we are not married. Still, we lived in a flat. I knew that Sadaf would not even touch me without my permission. With that belief, I left my own people and went with him. I know Sadaf will never let my faith get scratched. I used to get very emotional sometimes, I wanted to hug Sadaf and get lost in dirty love. But Sadaf never took advantage of my weakness. When I got Sadaf so close, so close, so freely, my heart was excited. A flood of excitement flowed through the veins, and the fine judgment of right and wrong was sometimes lost. But still, the gentle touch of love held me still. This thing of his fascinated me. I respected him. There used to be a girl in the house we were renting. Her name is Jahanara. Landlord's daughter We have a very good relationship with him. When I am alone, he talks to me whenever he gets time. I tell him about my love, about Sadaf. He was fascinated to hear about our love. After a few days, I realized that the money was running out. I thought that the money that I had brought would go easily for two or three months.

But when I saw that the money was almost at the end, a thought struck me. Sadaf is also not getting a job. The money is at the end. I did not understand what to do. I thought I would get admission in honors. But that was no longer possible. When I told Sadaf at night, there are only five thousand rupees left in the house. Sadaf's beautiful face turned black instantly. He is also trying hard for a job but is not getting it. Sadaf did not say anything. "Just said don't worry I'm here." After ten days when the money was completely gone, Sadaf left me alone. Even when I saw the letter written by Sadaf, I could not believe my eyes. I never dreamed that the boy who loved me so much would leave me in extreme danger like this. I didn't know what to do. The person whom I trusted and loved and left my family members betrayed me. Being a girl, I couldn't think of what to do in this unfamiliar city. When I was reading Sadaf's letter again and again, water was falling from my eyes like raindrops. I wanted to know myself.

# to be continued...