I am back after that 2 weeks of horror. I am finally free and yeah back to updating YAS. I have nothing more to say because I think I should give the update first. You guys have been waiting for long for it. I owe it to you, guys. Just don't forget to read the essay I shall write at the end of the update. <3 Enjoy.
"Hey bhagwaan," cried Rahul, as he dropped into his couch. "What a lovely start for a lovely day" he added sarcastically.
"It sure was," grinned Armaan happily, flashing his brilliant dimples.
"Look at you," said Vivek boringly. "And to think you are not even divulging me the facts. PSHT. I wonder what happened. Haina Ral?" Rahul nodded.
"And why would I tell you guys?" Armaan questioned back, in perfect attitude.
"Yeah yeah. Get on with your attitude. I just can't imagine what we would have to bear with when you both actually get together," complained Vivek.
Zooming his video player here and there, Armaan heard all this and obliged the duo accompanying him with bowing heads and too frequent nods. He din't waste by a minute without grinning with content.
There, Rahul and Vivek watched the kid in Armaan, lurking in his fantasy world; warm smiles adorned their cheeks.
Just then, Vivek's cell reverberated.
*
"I din't know you were this weak, Muski" said Ridhima. She put in her best to sound normal.
"Chi," Muski smacked her on her hands. Seconds later she drowned into tears once more, falling weak onto Ridhima.
"Hey Hey Hey," Ridhima said. "Why are you crying, Muski? You are not leaving me, okay. I will kill you myself if you pass a day without thinking of me. You are going to start a new life and I am not going to send you off to that life if you are going to weep like this." Ridhima asserted sternly, making sure her advice went right through the idiot's skull.
Muskaan's sobs slowly decreased light sniffs. Ridhima wiped off the tears from Muskaan's face. She cupped her cheeks with her hands and spoke softly.
"I will not leave you, Muski. You are my first and last friend. Aditi and me will always be here for you. I know you love Rahul. And so you are not doing anything wrong here. Just go and live your life.Okay. I want that. I really want that." She paused giving time for Muskaan to absorb in this much. Upon seeing a calmed out Muskaan, who was nodding slightly in acknowledgment, Ridhima heaved a sigh of relied and sat and straight, with a hand placed on Muskaan's thighs. Muskaan fell on Ridhima's shoulders and played with her engagement ring. Ridhima chuckled. How she loved Muskaan.
"So I guess getting married isn't going to bring too much difference between us," said Muskaan dreamily.
"Nope," said a confident Ridhima. Despite her own fears, she knew that their friendship could not be sidelines upon anything. Moreover, it wasn't about friendship anymore. It was about being each others family. It was a part of their strongest childhood memories. When they both were hardly 14 years, and on realizing what being an orphan truly meant, they had found solace agreeing on a life time deal of being the family of one another. Childhood innocence had not left them and God had blessed the two friends with pure happiness when they were together. All those moments would not just vanish into thin air, Ridhima was sure. The missing part of it was inevitable. But somewhere, deep down Ridhima was happy that at least one of the two was getting a true family. Though that bit, brought her to think about her own wildly unsure future, she ignored it leaving everything in the hands of the Almighty. Life had taught her to smile always and that's what she did. Even now.
"Hmm. So I guess I am being a kid." Muski analysed herself.
"Hahaha. Nothing new about that one. You always were." chuckled Ridhima.
Muskaan gave a 'whatever' expression and said: " I will miss Nest a lot. You know those woods and garden. It's gonna be different, right." Nest was the nickname given to the orphanage by the young adults there. A loving name for what others called 'orphanage' and spoke with either extreme sympathy or hard core mock.
"I know. But I am sure Rahul will keep you happier."
Muskaan blushed in embarrassment.
"So I guess this talk should end here." Ridhima contemplated.
"Yeah. I think this senti business is a black mark on my reputation." a laughing Muskaan said.
Ridhima shook her head at Muskaan and then joined in laughing.
"So two people. With a beautiful childhood. With a blessed friendship. With no secrets to part us. With a lovely bond. Hmm. I guess we are strong enough to be life time friends." calculated Muskaan.
Ridhima's pleasant look lifted. Why did this have to come up? Secrets. How she hated carrying a secret that Muskaan din't know. For long, she had debated on telling her or not. She had reasons to hide and reasons to disclose. And it was a huge mess. But now. Now, maybe their last few moments completely together, she had the insuperable urge to tell her and feel a bit of her burdens dissolve away. And anyways what difference would it make? What could Muskaan do? Nothing. Though the 'secret' had taken a back rest in her head, she decided that it would make her feel like a better friend. She went for it.
"Muski, I want to tell you something."
*
"Yeah, it's me only Madam." Vivek said irritated.
"What?"
"Now?"
"Par doctor ne toh-"
"You are out of your head Adi.Koi aur kaam nahi hai kya?"
"Acha Acha. Dont kill my ears. Main aa raha hoon"
Rahul and Armaan saw with non-understanding eyes as they heard the one-side conversation.
Vivek disconnected the call and got up. Vivek flung up and darted to the door.
"Where are you going?" asked Rahul.
"Women and their never ending demands." Vivek answered, waving his hands in air.
Mannat Har Khushi Paane Ki
Veer Hanuman
