Hi guys, this is my second attempt at writing something, the context is a little different then what we see in the serial. See if you all like it. Encouraging comments are welcome !!! đ
FOR EVER, maybe'
Chapter 1
'Coffee, coffee..where is the coffee'here it is..ok, yogurt , apple, banana, cherry..yes'milk, juice, cornflakes'ok..got it all''
Khushi rushed between the counter and the closets getting things together for breakfast. Black coffee and a mix of yogurt and fruits for her, juice, milk and cornflakes for Arnav. This was her morning ritual. Get up at 5.30, go for a jog, come back, a quick shower and then get dressed for office by 7.30 am. This made her hungry, she could skip any meal of the day but not her breakfast and for two years now she had had the same breakfast every morning of every working day. Well she was a person of habit; she really didn't mind the monotony of it. Rather it gave her a sense of security and stability in the corporate world, where everything was so dynamic.
'7.45..ohh God where did he keep my lunch box...aah here it is'
She rummaged through the contents of the fridge, till she saw her lunch box'rather her 'salad box'... for that's all she could manage to eat at work. Anything else added to the stress, or that's what she felt. Since the day, she had fainted after one month in office and Arnav came to know that she could not eat any of the cafeteria food; he had religiously made her salad every single night, to be taken the next day to office.
'7.50 'now I have to leave..'
"Arnav, am leaving'chal get up now' coffee and breakfast on the table, keys on the hook, Momo is going to come by in the evening and she said, she is going to kill you if she has to wait for an hour outside like the last time."
She banged the door close on her way out, everything was anyways written on the tag on the fridge. She really looked forward for the day when she would actually hear him say a word before she left.
Arnav walked out of his room, eyes still half closed, moving by the sheer knowledge of experience. He found the coffee'it was bitter'and it helped him to open his eyes a little.
'damm'everyday'.how does she manage to drink this stuff'
Khushi knew, Arnav hated black coffee, but did this every morning, just to make him snap out of this sleep. He poured the milk, added sugar and after half cup was more or less fully awake. He moved to the fridge, where his next few tasks were listed in a flowchart on a tag.
'CLOSE THE DOOR, take bath, have breakfast, blah blah blah'.Momo is going to come by''
He moved towards the front door, latched it. Well his morning ritual started with hearing Khushi scream in his sleep and then moving out in haze for the coffee on the counter. Nothing really registered in his mind within the first 30 mins of the day. The 'tags on the fridge' ritual has been designed specifically for this reason, two years back, when he had left the front door open and went for a bath and came back to find his wallet and phone missing.
8.30am, he was ready for another hectic day in office, the tender was for the new housing was going to open today, and being the project manager he was going to have a rough day, deciding the new contractors, dealers and ever other detail with it. He had come a long way in the last two years, gone are the days of wavering confidence, he was now one of the most sought after project managers in the city. He had completed his last project in a record time of 27 months which had really put him on the forefront. Offers had come pouring in and he had been glad to grab the best of them.
He poured the milk and the cornflakes in an empty bowl in the counter and dialed Khushi's number.
K: "Got up finally??..."
A: "No good morning, no hi...just 'got up finally?'"
Khushi smiled at herself. This call was never a part of the 'tags on the fridge' ritual, but she always got a call at 8.30, this usually meant 'am having breakfast, am I have managed to get dressed without setting the house on fire'.
K: 'Good morning'
A: " That's better... good morning.. did u take your lunch box?"
Again this was not on the list. But certain things get in your system by default and you do them every day even when you expect no surprises.
K: "Yes ' how was the coffee .."
A: "Terrible, as usual'tell me Khushi, when will you stop torturing me every morning?"
K: "Till I get married or you get married 'i.e. we have someone else in our lives for torturing."
A: "Yeah like that's going to happen anytime soon' have you seen your face lately?"
K: "Why, what's wrong with my face?" and she bend down involuntarily on see her face on the rear view mirror of the car.
A: "You are getting stress marks' you know...on your face'from these 12 hour shifts you are pulling off lately"
K: "I know, I feel like taking a vacation' this work thing is getting too hectic' and trust me I don't want to get stuck with a roommate like you for the rest of my life"
A: "Best of luck girl' anyways I will be late tonight' have got this tender opening in office.. when is Momo coming over?"
K: "8, she said"
A: "I don't think I can be at home by then, its Saturday tomorrow and I will have to wrap up a lot tonight"
K: " Aare, what do I do then, even I won't reach by 8'tell me something' you wanna eat outside?...I can meet her at True Blue at 8 and you can join us for dinner' its close to your office anyway"
A: "perfect'. That's why you are my roomie u know' my life will fall apart if you leave darling"
K: "Yeah right' chal..I have almost reached ' see you in the evening"
His bowl was empty, he picked it up and placed it in the sink. He really felt, he didn't know how his life would even function if Khushi was not there. Half the time he didn't even know how the things got done at home. There was always food in the fridge, contingency food for times when they both reached past midnight, medicine for every ailment he knew, breakfast and coffee on the counter every single day. How can a woman be so perfect? But then she had always been like this, perfect. He knew this girl, for what now seems, forever, before her pant suit wearing corporate avatar, before she became an architect, before her heartbreaks, even before her braces came off. He smiled a little at the thought. He remembered this chubby, geeky girl in school with restricted social skills whom he had met for the first time in 7th grade. He used to be carefree ass at the time. Things have changed over the years. He was an escapist all the time, even today he hated to think of the possibility that this might not go on for a life time.
'You never know, it could go on forever, maybe'..'
LINK TO CHAPTER 2:
https://www.indiaforums.com/forum/iss-pyaar-ko-kya-naam-doon/2961189/ss-forever-maybe-chapter-2
Kyunki Saas Bhi Kabhi Bahu Thi 2
Udne Ki Aasha
Members Lounge
34