write a story ending with...she could not control her tears in 400-500words
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Once, my teenage daughter asked me to narrate her a story. I told her I would tell her a very heart touching story some other sometimes later. However, she insisted. Since she is the apple of my eyes, I narrated the following story to her:
“Once upon a time in the middle of 20th century, there lived a very handsome and promising young man named Gibran. He was exceedingly excited as he was flying back to Delhi after a gap of 5 years. He was to meet his beloved Selma who had been the sole purpose of his existence. Gibran and Selma had met each other at college. It was love at first sight for both of them. With the passage of time, their love grew stronger and more intense. Their love story like all other love stories was not devoid of challenges. Since Selma belonged to an affluent family, her parents were not in favour of this relationship. Selma’s father categorically said to Gibran one day, “My dear young man, I appreciate your intense emotions for my daughter; but do you are a man of meager resources; you have not even got any job; how will you keep my daughter happy?” Gibran felt as if someone had punched him in the stomach. He felt an intense pain in his heart. He pleadingly and convincingly replied to Selma’s father, “I regard your concern for your daughter; let me assure you my heart’s desire is to give Selma all the joys of the world. I am not demanding immediate wedding. I have just come to request you to give me some time to be financially independent. Give me just a few years to earn as much as is enough to provide for Selma’s comforts.” With this he took his leave and went home.
“Now his only wish, day and night was to get a job. He applied at many places and luckily was hired by an MNC. He worked very hard day and night and seeing his dedication and sincerity, he was promoted to the post of a manager. The company sent him to Switzerland. From such a far place, he would try his best to keep in touch with Selma. However, she was scarcely available. Sometimes, she would not pick up his call; at times she replied to his mails and text messages quite late. Gibran’s loving heart never suspected Selma’s love for him had cooled down in the gale of circumstances. His heart with the same love he had always felt for her. She was his angel.
“The plane touched down; slowly it taxied to the arrival terminus. Gibran ran down the stairs to the exit. He had intentionally not told any of his family members about his arrival. He had planned a pleasant surprise for them. He had planned to go to Selma’s home straightway. He had brought a very expensive diamond ring to gift to her in front of her family. He hired a taxi and instructed the driver to drive to Selma’s house. The car stopped in front of his beloved’s house. His heart beat with unprecedented intensity and excitement. Breathing deep, he rang the bell; after a few moments, the gate opened; he was ushered into the living drawing room. He greeted Selma’s parents respectfully. The father recognized him. There was silence! Gibran said very politely, “Sir, I am Gibran! Where is Selma? As I had promised you I would come for Selma’s hand after earning enough, with God’s grace I earn quite a decent earning every month; I feel I can look after Selma’s comforts easily. Would you please grant your approval to our wedding?”
“The stupefied father just kept looking towards the floor. Selma’s mother’s eyes welled up with tears. She consolingly said to Gibran, “My dear son, you are late…Selma has been married…We pressurized her to get married as she was getting old. She resisted at first; then for our happiness she agreed to marry. Kindly forgive us. We had thought you must have forgot her and got married! We were mistaken!”
Gibran was thunderstruck with the words; he kept standing there with the diamond ring in his hand. He closed his fist…with tears in his eyes he turned and with a heavy burden of pain in his heart he slowly walked out of the house onto the road. “
I had become so lost in narrating the story that I myself forgot the lapse of time. As I finished the story and looked at my daughter to ask her if she liked it or not, she could not control her tears.
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