Present day, Wednesday, 12/12/2012 ... in London

That early morning, as Ajay and Isha walked past the customs counters in the London Heathrow Airport, Isha accidentally squeezed Ajay's hand in her anxiety. Ajay stopped in his tracks, and turned to look at her, raising his eyebrows, wondering why his dear beloved wife was nervous. Isha faked a smile automatically, and shook her head, before lowering her gaze to the floor. Ajay smiled and adjusted the guitar that was slung over his shoulder, feeling excited about the concert, in which he would be performing, that Saturday evening.

As Ajay and Isha walked out of the airport, they were immediately mobbed by a throng of Ajay's fans, who had come to get his autograph.

Isha scanned the crowd for any sign of Priya. Where was she? Would they be able to meet her again after three whole years?Isha pondered, feeling half-guilty, yet somewhat hopeful. Her husband, Ajay, being quite a well-known singer cum music composer, had come to London, to perform in a concert, which was to be held the next day evening. Even though he had only come to London for the concert, Isha wanted him to meet Priya, his lifeline, even until that day. After how much Ajay had sacrificed for Isha, the least she could do for him was to let him meet Priya again. Isha thought.

After Ajay made his way out of the crowd of his fans, he noticed a man, among the receivers at the airport, holding up a board with the words 'Mr and Mrs Ajay Kumar' written in block letters. Ajay smiled at Isha, gesturing towards the board, before approaching the man holding up the board.

"Ajay Kumar," Ajay introduced himself to the man.

"A very good morning, Sir!" said the man, "My employer is the organizer of the concert on Saturday evening. He is waiting in the car park, sir, shall I escort you there?" asked the man.

"Morning and yeah, sure," said Ajay, sharing a smile with Isha again.

The man took their luggage and started towards the car park, followed by Ajay and Isha, who walked hand-in-hand affectionately. Finally, the man stopped in front of another very familiar man, who was leaning against a white Peugeot, and introduced that man as his employer.

Udhay?!

Ajay froze; his heart skipped a beat, as he stared at Udhay, with no words to say.

Ajay finally started looking around at the cars, at the buildings, and at all the passers-by; but he could only see and hear one person in his mind...

Priya....

Isha too started to look around. If Udhay is here, then Priya should be here as well....She thought.

Ajay started to become frantic as memories of Priya, which he had locked away three years ago, started to engulf him. No matter how much he tried to be strong, he could feel himself failing his promise as he started to yearn for Priya....

To be continued...