UPDATE 16
Dil ne tumko chun liya hai
Tum bhi isko chuno na
Khwaab koi dekhta hai
Tum bhi sapne buno na
Dil ye mere tumse kuch keh raha hai
Suno na…… Dil ye mera -Jhankaar Beats
2nd day continued…
[Shakti's POV]
We had our perfect dinner tonight. We all prefer to eat together whenever we get time. But dine in Goa with friends was a special treat. But it didn't take a fraction to transform that friendly ambience into World War III. Girls wanted to watch romantic movie whereas boys were pissed off with koochie-koochie love type drama. They wanted horror and suspense. The majority was almost equal but Vinti preferred t roll over in boy's team.
*Sigh* the ball was in their court.
Bharat set up the movie and we were with our partners. PARTNERS? Oh! Did I say partners? No it was just best friends sitting side by side and nothing special. Every time something ugly and creepy showed up on the screen, I used to bury my face in Kunwar's shoulders or to dig my nails on his arms. Poor he!!
"I swear to God I'm not gonnna watch this kinda movie again." I murmured almost to myself. Every one left the place when I found unwanted noises on my way to my room.
As soon I started pacing fast, it speedily came near me. If then I didn't regret for watching movie, I was doing it for sure now. I increased my pace but nothing worked well. "Chill Shakti, these are just side-effects of movie and nothing else." I tried to convince myself. Closing my eyes I was moving ahead, didn't know where to go. My heartbeat was bouncing in a hard manner and palms were sweaty by then. As I opened my eyes, I found a shadow running behind me. I turned quickly to see what it was, but it disappeared. I ran into the room. I didn't care who I ran into, as long as someone was there to catch me and stop me. Kunwar was the first and only person I saw, and I ran into his arms, with almost enough force to knock him over. I couldn't help it anymore, the tears began to pour down my face.
[Amar's POV]
"Shakti what's wrong?" I asked her softly as I scooped her up into my arms, to carry her to bed. I sat her gently down onto the bed. She was not able to compose herself enough to talk for at least another minute.
"There…"she pointed towards the door.
"Who's there Shakti" I asked her worriedly.
"There…a shadow…Kunwar…some voices…" her brown eyes were shiny with more tears just begging to let loose.
I went to the direction where she was pointing at but could only see darkness. I decided to comfort her, pulling her into my arms, & cradling her close to my body. My shirt soon became with tears, but I honestly didn't care. I reached down & wiped away the falling tears as it shed down her face. It look a lot of restraint to not kiss her, I knew that kissing her in this state would just make matter worse.
A knock heard on the door. I opened the door & there stood Archie & Maccie with their face unlighted.
"What happen dude, is waqt yaha?" I enquired.
"Is Shakti here?" They asked.
"Yeah, but what has happened?"
"Nothing, we need to talk to her"
They entered the room, standing nearby my bed, facing Shakti.
"Shakti I'm sorry. I didn't intend to afraid you" Archie apologized.
"I'm sorry too, we never thought it would leave this much impact on u, we just wanted to have some fun, but I suppose it was too much." Maccie added in.
"What do you mean by, u didn't intend to? Tumhe pata hai Shakti kitna darr gai thi… get some sense guys." My blood rose with each world.
"Sorry dude, we're really sorry seriously humara aisa koi intention nai tha"
"It's ok, Archie…Maccie…I'm alright now." Shakti butted in.
"But Shakti…" I tried to interrupt.
"It's ok…they are friends" She said softly.
How can someone has such a sweet and pure heart.
"You are the sweetest, Shakti" Archie and Maccie hugged her and left.
"You want to go to your room now" I asked.
"No what if I sleep here?" She asked me seeking my permission. I could understand the situation; she was alright but she was still feared up.
"It's ok, you can sleep here, I'll sleep on the couch."
When she had fallen half asleep, I settled near her, caressing her hair, leaned down to brush my lips against her forehead. Oh-so-softly, hoping not to disturb her. I turned around, and started to head out the door.
"Kunwar…Please don't go," she softly called out to me. I happily obliged and half laid down on the bed next to her and she moved closer towards me as I wrapped my arms around her.
"Sleep now Shakti," I whispered softly in her ear.
3rd day
As Shakti laid there, in a deep sleep, in my arms, I began to actually think about telling her how I really feel. Everyone knew about my love for her, only she was unknown.
It really shouldn't have been that hard for me. I had a lot more girlfriends and always seeming to do great with them. But Shakti was exceptional.
For once, I was at loss of words. I sat there, pondering as what to do. I finally came out to the decision and to take the chicken's way out, and to write a note.
I carefully unwrapped my arms, as to not disturb Shakti, and slowly got off my bed and made my way over to the desk in a secluded corner of my room. I quietly took out a pencil, and some sheets of paper.
Shakti,
I just want to keep this short and simple.
I've liked you for quite sometimes now.
I quickly scratched that out, crumpled the paper and threw it into the waste basket on the side of the desk.
Hey shaks,
There's someone who liked you for –
I didn't even finish this one, shaking my head. It sounded too stalker-ish. I crumpled this one as I did the other.
S'up Shakti, - and I stopped right there.
I almost cringed.
I didn't have to write anything to know that was lame- even for me. My fourth and fifth efforts consisted poetry but I wasn't good at that and this always made me wonder why poets couldn't just say things straight up?
Not right.
I ran my fingers through my messy hair as I wrote my sad excuse at the sixth effort. It's always a sad thing when someone gives you sympathy, but when it came from yourself….it was sad and pathetic.
Terribly sad.
Shakti,
I really like you. Do u like me back?
Circle Yes or No.
I let out a frustrated sigh and tore that piece up to shreds before putting in the waste basket. It was so immature, terribly grade-school like.
I move to the couch, and collapsed on it, sighing again. I really wanted to get this off my chest.
Six times I tried.
It was hopeless.
Thats awl...
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Edited by magical_mania - 13 years ago
