some things seem right with you..
samaj mein nahi aatha kaise kahoon lekin sach mein bohot ajeeb tha.
mein comfortable hi nahi thi..
A girl in a light pink track pants and a white cotton top told the guy in a white shirt and blue jeans, she was moving some of her CDs into another rack. He was watching her, while she moved with ease, talking on and on about a stage performance she did with one of the leading stars on television. He dint react much, but she had repeated the same atleast three times already. He wondered if she realised this. U know jab woh mujhe lift kar raha tha..mujhe aise laga woh mujhe chod dega..woh trust factor important hotha hai ..hai na?..
tum itne chup kyun ho aaj..?. she had shifted all the CDs, now she was busy dusting the shelves. He looked at her again, tum mere saat kabhi uncomfortable hothi ho..? . nahi..tum tho mere dost ho.. her reply was instant. He pondered on what she had said..dost...
par pehle tho mein tumhara dost nahi tha..tab uncomfortable thi? . She looked a little surprised at his question.. nahi..kabhi nahi thi..patah nahi kyun,.,tumhare saath comfort pehle aur dosti baad mein hui thi....she sat down to clean under the shelves. aise kyun tha? He really was wondering aloud..this thought had taken up his mind since the day she was asked to leave the show that they both were a part of. He had felt a loss, he was confused at his own
reactions. He felt the loss as if it was not just his onscreen wife who had died. He met her often, yet he felt the loss, he wanted to know if it was just him getting too involved in the character he played. He had sat pondering on the same things in the same brown sofa quite often.
He looked at her again, she was now trying to reach the top of the shelf and was on her toes. Without a second thought he lifted her slightly by her waist. She blushed but dint protest, she quickly dusted the upper side of the shelves. He put her down once she was done but
dint step back. did he lift you like this, she was now arranging the items on the shelves. nahi, wahi tho mein bol rahi hoon na..use tho lift karna aatha hi nahi..mujhe tho ye darr lag raha
tha ki kahi woh mujhe chod na de.. she said continuing with the arranging. kyun tumhe kabhi nahi lagtha ki mein tumhe chod saktha hoon? he wanted a few answers from her today even though he felt equally confused. nahi.. she replied in a casual tone. She hadnt put much thought into this conversation as she continued to be busy.
kyun...? he asked in a quiet voice. He had moved a little closer to her. She felt a little something in his voice, but replied ignoring it, kyunki tum MERE DOST ho... dost he repeated again. He held her waist lightly, aise pakda usne? ..she felt her infamous blush creaping up her face. mujhe laga ki tumhe meri nazdeekise koi faraq nahi padtha he asked now tightening the grip on her waist. She had stopped her dusting, she felt the atmosphere
change slowly from casual to slighly tense.. Why was he saying the things he was, suddenly the entire conversation with him came rushing to her, no, that was unlike him, he never asked such questions. She felt herself getting tensed, her body went rigid. He felt the change.
He loosened his grip just a bit and said calmingly..relax... His breath on her neck quickened her heart beats, there was no way she could relax, not when he was holding her the way he was. She tried to push his hands off and walk away. He was in no mood to relent, not this time, he needed a few answers. She tried harder, she forcefully removed his hands from her waist, he left her but took another step and pulled her back by her waist, due to the impact of the pull there was hardly any distance between them. He slowly wrapped his hand around her. He dint want to leave her, he missed holding her like that, it had become so common after enacting their post marriage sequences on screen. However, it felt different now. Or was it just him? he wondered, not
knowing that she was wondering if it was only her who was feeling the difference. I miss you... he said with sincerity placing his chin on her shoulder. She felt her heart fluttering as he said that. She tried to bring in a semblance of normalcy to a conversation that seemed to have gone out of hand mein tho yaheen hoon, why do u miss me?. Unfortunately for her, he was not ready to act normal, tum ab ho mere saath, par hamesha tho nahi ho..I miss having you around all the time, his face was now closer than ever to her face and there was not much she could do to stop herself from completely melting. I miss you too she whispered, finally putting to words what was in her mind for a very long time, she moved her face closer to him and
felt some comfort as their cheeks were pressed against each other. He pulled her closer as he enveloped her completely into his arms. She felt a definite sense of happiness making way to her chest. May be it was the happiness that had spilt over from his heart. He smiled heartily for the first time since she left the set.
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