A big hello to the ArSha family..First of all a very Happy Diwali to everyone..Here's an attempt at writing an OS after a really long time...Hope you guys like it! š
ARSHA OS : Found You At Last
Meeting you was fate, becoming your friend was a choice but falling in love with you was beyond my control.
"I need a minute."
I walked out of the room hurriedly, without waiting for a response. I couldn't believe that I had actually cried during an interview. I had always been in total control of my tears for the last four years with him...Why did I have to ruin it at the last minute? I made my way down the stairs...out of the sets...into the streets. The first thing that came into my sight was the tea stall. Memories flooded through my mind and I could feel tears prickling in my eyes.
I could remember the time when he had made tea for me. It was one of those rainy days when I wanted to sit in my room and cuddle into my warm blanket. But Kunwar...Like always he had managed to drag me out in the rains for a monsoon special interview. The segment consisted of him making tea for me. In reality I was not a big fan of tea. Even at home, Mukti complained that I was too picky...I felt that there was too much sugar or too little milk and so I always ended up making my own tea. But I genuinely loved the tea which Kunwar had made. I didn't have to fake liking it. Like always, I never had to fake anything around him. I knew that I could be me...moody, picky, pakau', depressed, annoying but after all I was his Sukhdi. He was that the one who always brought out the best in me. I felt my lips curl up into a smile at thought of one of his lines from the interview. "Hum free mein aa jayenge aap bas haan toh kahiye." This wasn't just a joke but the truth. He was always there for me. Bad mood, tired, loneliness, fights with my sisters, career advice, choreography advice...Kunwar was always one call away.
I turned away from the tea stall, knowing that I would break down soon. Wherever I looked, I could see something which reminded me of him. I couldn't imagine not seeing him for the whole day, not laughing at his crappy jokes, not teasing him endlessly, not making of fun of everyone and everything...not being with him. I came face-to-face with a building. Not just any building but the one where my re-entry had been shot. And there came more memories...of us
Kunwar had been the first one who had come to meet me. He had welcomed me in the most cheesy and dramatic way. I was sitting in the make-up room, worried about shooting after so long, wondering if I could still pull of and maintain the character of Kria Ghai. Everyone had so many expectations from me that I was extremely stressed...And there came by stress-buster with a bouquet of red roses, singing our Ooohhhooo tune tunelessly. I stared at him with raised eyebrows as he danced towards me. He pulled me into a familiar bear hug whispering in my ear," Welcome back Mohan." And I could feel all my stress melting away...
A light drizzle of rain began. I could see my teary reflection in water droplets that fell on the ground. I walked aimlessly through the dark street with tears blurring my vision. A bike-rider honked angrily, pushing past me. "Dekh ke nahi chal sakte." I was too overwhelmed with emotions to give him my usual honking-is-bad' lecture. The bike brought back another set of memories.
"Kunwaaar mujhe bike chalana sikha na!"
He laughed away my whining. But with my usual dose of annoying pleading, he caved in. I bounced against the bike seat excitedly, listening attentively as he explained all the gears to me. I felt like a little child, drinking in all the new bits and pieces of life. The first time I tried to ride the bike; I was able to ride quite a long distance. Kunwar was behind me, shouting encouraging words all the way down. The people on the road were staring at us in amusement. We were at our craziest best.
"Shakti!"
My feet came to a halt as the tears finally made their way down my cheeks. His damp footsteps came closer until I could feel his worried eyes boring down my nape. In one swift moment, he had turned me around and pulled me in his arms. I could see the concern in his eyes when he saw me crying. The familiarity of his embrace made me break down in his arms. As more tears escaped from my eyes, he leaned in to kiss them away. There was something different about this kiss. His lips brushed against my forehead, leaving a trail of warmth behind. My eyelids fluttered shut and a contented sigh escaped from my lips. He cupped my face tenderly, his lips sliding down my forehead, planting feathery kisses on the tip of my nose. He reached my lips and stopped all of sudden. I opened my eyes in confusion. He indicated my lips with his eyes, asking for permission. I groaned in irritation. "Ab kyun formality kar raha hain? Just kiss me already!" He laughed and pulled me back into his arms into an earth-shattering kiss. He licked my lip trying to deepen the kiss and I gladly responded. Sliding his tongue into my mouth, he explored my mouth and sent my body into a whole new level of pleasure.
Our passion was enough to set the raindrops that touched us on fire. My hands tangled themselves into his soft mass of hair as I pulled him closer. It was wet everywhere but still I could feel the sparks and electricity make their way through my body.
He pulled away and flashed his charming smile at me.
"So how was that?" He asked with a wink, pulling me into his arms.
"Did you know that a kiss burns 6.4 calories a minute?"
He laughed. "That's so typical of you Sukhdi!"
"So wanna workout again?" I asked, fluttering my eyelashes flirtatiously.
"Hell yeah!" And he brought his lips back down to mine.
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Writing after a really long time so sacchi batana
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