Chapter 1

++CHARADE++

I'll dedicate this OS to two of IF's best writers:

Sweta(-WanderLust-) because she is one amazing sister I've found here on IF. :") You understand me and me louvs you. <3 Your writings never fail to amaze me sisterrr. :D

Anddd to

Riddhi(AzureLicht) because of her inimitable writing skills and sweet persona. You're amazing. ;) Thanks for reading my works! :D

Randhir took a quick look back, carefully enough to keep the bike handle under his control, catching a fleeting glimpse of her radiant face that resonated bliss. His lips effortlessly curled into smile to what he saw. Her lips that bore such grace that only innocence could define and her eyes that twinkled a million stars despite the cloud-cast sky. Sad, that perpetuity wasn't promised to him.

Sanyukta seemed to enjoy the rain like never before. She raised her hands and let the rain play a symphony on her palms, a rhythm to which only her heart listened and her soul danced. The rain made its way down her visage, taking away all her pain and misery, momentarily. Well, perpetuity wasn't promised to her either!

Randhir sighed. Sighed, to what she'd never know.

He looked at her face beaming with sunshine at the middle of a monsoon evening, and impugned himself to let her live in oblivion to his feeling like that. But then again, he questioned himself. She wasn't supposed to know, she wasn't supposed to care. Was she? He was glad to see her smile, but somewhere it was hurting at the same time. He blamed himself a bit, to let her be an indomitable part of him already; to let her get the best of him. A part of him died bitterly, to know he wasn't a part of her happiness, her glory. To know he wasn't even however small a fragment of her world. He wished to be the reason behind her smile, to exult the pride of being the incentive behind her happiness. But he couldn't. So he sighed and let her remain incognizant regarding something that would change his life, if she knew.

If only he knew what Sanyukta has concealed under her joviality. Her eyes that were tracing the silver chains coming down from the sky fixed themselves at him. She couldn't see his face, but she sure did feel his smile. She could well imagine how enticing his face must have seemed with the smile that lured on it. She stopped smiling. He deserved better than perjured consolations, didn't he? Sanyukta had kept clandestine, what could scatter away the broken pieces of the life Randhir led, that he just had started to recollect and reassemble, day by day. Oblivion was doing her a favor.

Talking of oblivion? Irony laughed at them.

Evermore,

Rini.