ok first question, KaSim here is Karan and Simran. i am trying to write on them...lets see.
my one friend told me to write something on these two, little romantic. here is nothing romantic friend, so sorry.đ˛đ¤˘
and nowadays mash up is on my mind. i am listening to this mash up like anything. if this proves little confusing, so sorryđ
Mumbai, near some sunsaan bhootiya type high roadđ
"he was going to pick me up at 7.30 sharp, ab dekho, Mr ka to naam o nisan hi nahi hain! main ghar se kitni dur agayi, sahab ka no. bhi nahi lag raha. aaj to tum gaye Mr. ufff kitni thand bhi hain, ye high heels mein chalna...arghhh!!!!"
Simran was muttering to herself in this sunsaan bhootiya wala high road while going to meet her BF in some coffee shop. that gadha was going to pick her up but due to some reason he could not (which is not necessary for this OS), and now he is not even picking up her calls. she was so busy in her ranting tha didnt realise when a car stopped near her.
"oiii, Jhansi ki rani."
a familiar voice snapped her out and she turned, and was pissed at once.
"oh god isse hi bhejna tha?" she talk to herself, while the owner of the voice grinned to her evilly.
the owner of the voice, this car, the opposite house of Simran's was none other than Karan...errr...Karan. both Karan and Simran were best enemy forever, always fighting shouting cursing. he was new in town and for every help she had to go with him. he is irritating, always told her how much crap she talk, criticise her ruthlessly. bottom line he dont treat her like princess like others do. and she dont like it. she was not used to people not telling her how beautiful stylish she looks, or how smart she is, or how good is her dress. on the other hand he tell her nose is tedha, her eyes look in different directions, her dress is 1 week old in new fashion style, her phone is outdated, she is dumb. and she hated it. she hated him.
many times she had told him go to hell, back off, stop this shit and blah blah but nothing stopped him to continue his teasing sessions more and more. so she gave up, tried to avoid him. but looks like tonight god himself sent him to her.
"mere khayalon se bahar aao, Phoolan devi." Karan cracked another joke and she snapped out of it, glaring him to death.
"kya kar rahe ho tum yaha?"
"tumhara peecha." he answered making a serious face. she was momentarily scared. pagal to ye tha hi, ab stalker bhi ba gaya.
"huh, khud ko itna bhi bhao mat do, moti kahinki." he laughed at his own joke and she fumed, "main kahin ja raha tha to tumhe dekha. lift chahiye kya?"
"tumse lift? no way. main khud chali jaoongi." she snapped back.
"fine, i dont care, par sambhal ke jana...woh kya hain na, in raahon pe chudail kaafi rehti hain, aur unhe moti ladkiyan bohot pasand hain."
she was now scared. she actually was scared of chudails bhoots aliens and any kind of thing which is dead or fictional. she was looking ahead in dark road to check if there is really any chudail out here, this time forgetting to take offence at his moti comment.
"ok fine...mujhe lift chahiye." she raised her voice and went inside his car. putting her seat belt, she waited for him to start, but he was so busy to stare at her that she forgot.
"kya? ab mera muh kya dekh rahe ho? chalooo" she shouted and he snapped out of it, now finally starting the car.
ETF office, Mumbai
she was gathering the remaining papers in one file, in hurry to submit it to rathore sir quickly so that she dont have to hear she is late and his infamous, "DAMMIT !!!!". one paper fall under the table and she sighed in tension, the hair locks on her face flying slightly by the breathy air.
she bend down to pick it up, when she heard the glass door open, and a smell of male deodrant and cutting chai. hmm, her boss.
she smiled to herself and turned. her boss, the second in command Mr Arjun Rawte was going toward his cabin, with that i dont care a damn attitude on his face like always. he walked away, while our deewani continued to look at his every step like a hawk.
you like him. the inner wali voice said to her, and she nodded. yes, she is smitten by him. now its hard for her to keep her eyes off him every time he is standing in front of her.
she smacked her head at the thoughts and rose, now fixing those papers back in file again.
"arre yaar ye traffic!!!!" Karan banged his palm on driving wheel in frustration. they were stuck in traffic from past 10 minutes, but no movement at all. beside him Simran was going restless.
"karan, main ja rahi hoon." she started to unlock the seat belt and about to open the door, when cloud devta gave them prasad and it started to rain like cats and dogs out of nowhere.
"what the...? bin mausam barsat?" she said in disbelieve staring at rain drops.
"tumhara mumbai mein aisa bhi hota hain kya?" karan was also surprised at rain. she didnt retort back, but just leaned on her seat and closed eyes in frustration, trying to stop the tears.
and our dearest Shera started to watch her, his favorite work in the whole world.
meri aashiqui...
Riya submited her file to rathore sir and was going back to take her bag and leave, when she saw her crush, the ACP was sitting on his chair in his cabin in that familiar position, staring at nothing. she stopped for a while, observing him for some secs.
teri khata hain mere jiya
simran tried to call her BF again, but no response. she stared at her phone, more like pleading to it please please let me hear his voice once.
sun raha hain na tu
this relation meant everything for her. she is trying her best to hold it, but seems like her BF is more interested in work than her. his withdrawing from relation and giving her practically no time sometime made her sad, but she dont want this relation to break. she has hopelessly fallen in love with that guy, thinking about him all the time, thinking about their future.
mere baton mein tera jikar sada
mujhko irade de
meri yaad mein teri fikr sada
kasmein de vade de
on the other hand, Riya was thinking about how she first time met her boss, how he had saved her many times, taught her many things about work and life. she has started to depend on him completely, she in her heart thinks he will be always there to save her, to rectify her mistakes, to teach her about life.
mujhko na jitna mujhpe utna iss dil ko tujh pe hone laga aitbaar
tanha lamho mein apne bunti hoon teri sapne tujhse hua mujhko pyar
our Shera, Karan, was staring at the angel beside him with a cute adoring smile on face. he liked her very much, since the first meeting. his teasings, his irritating her all the time is only a mask behind his liking toward her. he liked to spend time with her, he wants to be with her always.
kyu ki tum hi ho
ab tum hi ho
zindagi ab tum hi ho
chain bhi, mera dard bhi
meri aashiqui ab tum hi ho
simran was hoping, a very stupid hopeless hope, that out of nowhere her prince charming come here immediately and take her away with him. she sniffed little, and stealthily wiped a tear from the corner of her eyes.
waqt bhi thehra hain, kaise kyu ye hua
kash tu aise aye, jaise koi dua
Karan on the other hand failed to see her pain. in his heart he thought the time stopped right now like this, the rain never stop pouring and the traffic never move. if the next day he even die, he wont have any regret, because he had at least managed to be with her for a short time.
main jo mitt bhi gaya to wajood mera, sada tujh mein rahe zinda
Riya on the other hand, thinking about their meetings, thought what must be her boss's feelings. does he feel something for her, even the slightest? she know the answer will be a big no, but still she could not stop thinking. hopeless, she said to herself and chuckled.
tu hi ye mujhko bata de (sun raha hain na tu, tum hi ho)
she touched his reflection on the glass, and looked at him lovingly.
apni tu dil ka pata de (sun raha hain na tu...tum hi ho)
Arjun, on the other hand, was staring at nothing. his mind was far away from today, drifted back to 2 years ago that fateful day of his wife's killing. a idea suddenly occurs to him, what if he had done something terrible and it was his sin, for which Roshni had to pay. this thought pained his already scarred heart 1000 times more and he closed his eyes in agony.
har khata ki hoti hain koi na koi saza
hum likhe to kismet mein to ban hi jati vajah
bas tera sath ho wadon se age
chahe jo baat ho, baaton se age
bas tera sath ho chahe jo baat ho
tere kehnse kar jayenge
he touched her pic lovingly, looking at her peaceful smile and beautiful face. he cant never forget her, she was and always will be the rightful owner of his heart.
kyu ki tum hi ho, ab tum hi ho
zindagi ab tum hi ho
chain bhi mera dard ho
meri aashiqui ab tum hi ho
the god from heaven looked at these 4 troubled pure soul and sighed to himself. how he is gonna fix them? he have to think, something. he had always.
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