One.
: Your name?
: Rehna
Didn't like the name, Dian frowned. His ex-wife's name was Rihna. There is so much disgust towards him that it is annoying to hear such a name.
: Well whatever he is! I will change your name. You are idia from now on. You'll be here and delete all your old memories, right?
Idia shook her head. Idiya's face turned dirty. Diane noticed Idiya well. The girl is well-formed, has black hair, big eyes, light brown eyes. Skin color is brown. Has a dirty look,
: Don't make such a dirty look. Will be laughing all the time. I don't like the look of the brand
: Well
: Do not speak unless necessary
: Well
: Go and get me a cup of tea
: Color tea or milk tea. How many teaspoons of sugar
: Color tea, a teaspoon of sugar. Go to the kitchen, take a good look at where it is kept. If you need anything, order it and forward the bill to me, I will pay
Idia shook her head and went to the kitchen. Diane thinks the sari has adapted the girl a lot. He should be told to wear sari all the time. Today and tomorrow no girl wears a sari. Even a good sari is not available. You have to order some beautiful saris to find online
The family became unbearable, to Diane. After divorcing Rihanna, I feel much lighter now. They used to quarrel almost every day, for no reason. Their legal complications ended last month. Rihanna is happy too. With the joy of liberation comes new problems, homework. Diane decided after much thought, not stupidity. He does not want to be involved in any other bond. Idiya was bought and brought for housework. Many units had to be paid to the ban
: Your te
Idiya is serving tea in a beautiful way. Diana sighed in satisfaction with a sip of tea
: Hmmm, well done, remember this preparation combination
: Well
Diane quietly finished the tea. Idia stood beside him
: Go to your room. You will call me tomorrow at 6:30 in the morning. It will remind you that I have a meeting tomorrow at two o'clock. I'll be out of the house after 7:30. Have breakfast ready
: What will breakfast
: Toast, jelly, omelette, salad and coffee
: How much toast
: Three. Remember it. If I don't say something different, it will always be ready
: Lunch or dinner
: I will eat out today. I will text the other day. Do not ask separately
: Well
: Go
: Good night
Diane's face curled. There was no response
Idia came to his house. Random house tidy up. Sat on the bed. Her owner asked her to delete all her memories. Time with Iran to tell his memory. Iran had made him as he wished. Every single moment of love. Iran put his lost past in his midst. How can a man love a man in such a way? Idiya still does not understand. Iron Road accident killed. He had some debts in the bank. The bank seized all his property and auctioned it off. Diane bought him from the auction. Diane is forced to delete all her old memories, but Idia doesn't want to delete them in any way. It is not right to erase the memory of such a person. Instead of trying to recover, they wallow in their sadness and thus, experience more failur
Iran gave him the status of his partner. Anand used to share all his troubles with Idiya. Sometimes I would take him on a long drive. The river was Iran's favorite. A small river flowing calmly. Sitting on the bank of the river and enjoying the sunset was the most enjoyable for him. He used to sit next to Idiya and recite poems. All the poems of the very old days.
Idiyar is floating in the memory of such a day. Then he is Rehna, Iran's partner. They took a long drive and sat on the bank of a calm river. The sari is flying in the light wind, the hair is falling on the face. The sun was setting. They sat on the grass and enjoyed the beauty, sitting side by side. The sun went down, and Iran stared blankly at the red sky. With a sigh, he let out a sigh and said,
: You know, there is no such thing as afterlife. In the past, people thought that one person would be reunited with another in the next generation. All nonsense. There is no such thing. But how much better it would have been!
: What if there was?
: Then I would have met Rehna in the next generation.
: People still believe in the afterlife, why don't you? Maybe there is truth.
: Yes, if it were. But you know, the root of everything is math. No mathematical formula acknowledges the existence of the hereafter.
: Did you keep talking nonsense? Say a poem.
Iran laughed out loud, wow! Where did you learn this kind of naughtiness? Do you like poetry? He is smiling again.
: Yes, it feels very good. He lifted one of Irene's hands and placed it on her lap. Iron was teaching all these little loves. Iran recited a beautiful poem with his hand on his lap.
How much more beautiful all the memories! Idiya did not erase any of them, she put them all together in the room of memory, even if she tried, no one would find her. There will be problems with the name. Diane doesn't want to put the name everywhere. Could you just respond to Diane's call?
Thanks for reading
Second part will be given soon.