MG (FF) : Back to You (Updated #II link: Pg 141) - Page 12

Originally posted by: aanya84

Oh!

Okay...For once I dont' take credit of my work making you cry!😛

Kal ho na ho does make you cry , especially at that scene when Aman asks Naina to marry Rohit because he is dying and that after some days his heart wouldn't be in this love story...

Gut wrenching scene😭👏

Hehehee, but don't worry you wouldn't cry too much through this story😊

Originally posted by: maan_ki_jaan

Hey.. nice concept. Loved your style of writing.. gonna read the other ss of urs as well 😳

Handful of memories slipped by,

In the miracle that your presence weaved.

My heart fluttered in eternity,

As I found my solace, my peace.

Moon shone brightest that night, beaming at its glorious reflection in calm waters as stars twinkled like little fuse bulbs splayed on an inky blue sky. Little waves crashed over tattered stones; rumbling as they retreated back to their sea; back to their paradise. It was a picturesque setting indeed.

He sat there, brooding over his timing.

Brooding over the love he had lost just hours ago.

Or was it months ago?

No.

It was years ago.

Precisely eight years ago, when he had left her at the Mumbai International Airport and never looked back.

He had lost her that very moment.

It wasn't as if he hadn't loved her all this while. She was the first and she would be the last. There was no one who could take her place. His Mishty. He thought fondly.

He had always wanted her but she wasn't at the edge of his mind throughout. He was so engrossed in work, neck deep in contracts and dealings that nothing else had mattered then. His focus had shifted completely. And when he had realized the void in his life, it was too late. She was with someone else. He had considered going inside her apartment for once, but then didn't dare seeing her beaming in another man's arms!

What if she had forgotten him?

Gotten over him!

He could live with the pain of her walking over his love but not with the fact that she had never reciprocated it.

Thumping his stiff shoulders, he turned around to walk back from the sea-face when his brown iris mingled with hazel.

Geet.

His Geet.

And time stood still.

The span of eight years didn't seem to exist as her hazel brown eyes met his dark chocolate ones. He could read so much in those eyes. There was shock and surprise and love and relief. But all of that was suddenly replaced by her eyelids as she closed the shutters to the depth that were her eyes.

When she opened them again, there was regret; which he didn't understand.

"Geet"

One moonlit night, when stars will wink the brightest and sea will muster a calm storm, I will come back to you'.

"Maan"

Their names loomed thick and heavy in the salty, moist air around them, entrenched deeper into each other.

And again he was lost; swooning in her softness, her purity. She looked ethereal in the white saree; open brown hair flying languorously as the winds played a game of their own with them. Her sweet round face, maintaining the innocence of her youth and her hazel brown eyes big, almond shaped with shock as she looked up at him.

But her glow was amiss.

Ironically, he was the first person out of all her folks to notice that her bridal glow was amiss on her engagement night.

Geet stared back at him, her eyes ditching her mind; incoherently she thought he was a dream; A midnight summer's dream. Tall, strong, well built dream of hers; handsome as ever dressed in a blue-as-night-sky shirt and grey pants, a grey suit folded over his arm. He looked every bit the business tycoon he was. Gone was her college boy; the boy who chose dull coloured T-shirts and jerseys, whose favourite colour was white. His thick tousled hair was the only reminder of his earlier days, still the same dark and tousled but well trimmed now. This was a man, a man who dressed up.

They gazed at each other for what seemed like an eternity to the world and a suspended second to them. The time span was eternity, an eternity from another world.

But then she lowered her eyes, her body heating up at his gaze; Shock and surprise coursing at enormous speeds through her body; an awkward silence replacing the awe that had engulfed them previously.

This was what eight years of strangeness did to them. He thought.

The woman who couldn't keep her mouth shut for a moment didn't have a word to say to him today.

Where had they come?

What had they done?

Walking up to her, he raised his hand to her cheek. He needed to feel her, to ensure she was for real and not a talismic figment of his imagination. Hovering over her pink cheek, his hand was about to touch the softness when their eyes met and he couldn't recognize the emotion fluttering there. He clenched his fingers, withdrawing unwillingly.

Another awkward silence followed.

"Mocha?"

He asked expectantly.

She looked up at him for a while, Assuring he wasn't a dream and weighing the outcomes of spending more time with him. But then gave up seeing his hopeful eyes. Also, she wasn't in her right frame of mind; so much encircled her head that she wanted a moment to herself.

And besides, what would one coffee spoil?

She nodded and he walked across the street to Barista. It was a hangout once, their favourite place to spend time by at midnights.

'Carters and Coffee' had been their secret get away she thought seating herself on one big sea stone facing the infinite blue-black waters ahead. Those memories were precious stones which had turned sand in her little fists now. However hard she tried holding them, they would flow by and still remind her of the passed out time!

Tonight, when she had seen his back, as he stood facing the sea at their meeting place; her heart had fluttered and stopped beating for a while. She had thought it was absurdly crazy that she had started hallucinating before he had turned around and seen her eye to eye. That moment felt like a miracle, it felt like an enclosure to a puzzle; the moment when her eyes fell on his handsome face felt like eternity. Eternity from an alternate universe.

She had come here to find solace, to find peace as ever and had found him. But on second thoughts, were they any different?

He was her peace and he was her solace.

Was.

All right, so they've met at last; at a place most appropriate and time...well!

And next part starts their journey! Literally.

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