Hey guys, I've had a very busy few weeks and school is finally out... now for exams. I'm really still not recovered from all the buzz, so heres a short and boring update. Next one, I PROMISE will be more masaleydaar with some SG scenes... Hmmm... I miss those days...
"Arrey ah raha hoon bhai…" Machan mumbled irritatingly, whilst rubbing his eyes… As he walked out of his room, his eyes faintly caught the 2:59 turn into 3:00 on the small digital piece he had treasured for the last year an a half. A train of hushed curses escaped his mouth as he wrapped the plaid robe tighter against his form… Who could be at his door at this hour? A frown contorted his face as he lifted his gaze towards the unwelcome nightly intruder… "Kya ha… Shiv?" The annoyance immediately dissipated as Shiv Kapoor's distraught features registered vividly in his surprised eyes. "Tu… Tu… Shiv… tu andar ah…" (You… You… Shiv… you come in…), he mumbled still in awe of his best friend's battered state. Supporting Shiv lightly by the shoulders, Machan tugged the former into the warmth of their small, but comfortable home. Before shutting the noisy door, his eyes trailed questioningly towards the open skies… only the dead of night greeted his curiosity…
Seating Shiv on the sofa, he quickly disappeared into an unlit corner of the compartment… returning a few minutes later, with a glass of water, which he thrust forcefully into his friend's hands. The latter sat unresponsive… the void in his eyes made an unnoticeable tremble vibrate through his body. Machan knew Shiv since childhood… They had went through infancy together… every aspect of it shared with each other… So much so, that he had become the Kapoor's second son. The only reason Nikhila had allowed Shiv to come to Mumbai, was because her two sons would be together. Without much thought, he had become distinctly familiar with the ways of his best buddy… and right now, something seemed amiss… Seating himself across from Shiv, he sat intently with his fingers entwined afore him expectantly… while the latter remained immobile… His eyes… The one thing that he had come to appreciate… was Shiv's eyes… they were like his music… melodious… Narrowing his own, he searched through Shiv's… a vain attempt… as all his empty hands received… was the disturbing blankness. He had noticed it many a time… The way Shiv stared at Gauri… even though it was all a "sham"… the twinkle in his friend's eyes never went unnoticed by his own… Silence reeked in the room… and he dared not break it…
Uncounted minutes relapsed… as he held the vulnerable glass between his precarious grasp. With each passing minute, the thunder frenzied within him… the overwhelming rage of her feet tirelessly pounding in his ears… His eyes pressed into nothingness… burning an invincible hole… When suddenly they ceased their position… shutting tightly… The sound of fragile glass scattering across the floor momentarily faded the throbbing in his ears… A surge of pain rushed through his hand… welcomingly… Slowly, he lifted open his eyes once again… Faintly aware of Machan's unmoving posture… "Gauri…" he whispered deeply…
Minutes… hours… days… months… had passed… as he upturned each corner… ventured in each corner… every nook… every sector… of Mumbai… his thirst having grown with each turn of the dial…
(End Flashback)
"Ek din… Ek din teri raahon mein… baahon mein… panahon mein… ajoonga… Ek din tera ho jaoonga…" Slowly he lifted his gaze… receiving a mesmerized crowd… lost in melody… as some faces responded to his eyes with an awed blankness… while others immersed themselves in the embrace of their partner, whilst swaying to the reminiscent beat…
"Yed dil toh na… keh saka… ye baatein…" as his voice lingered hauntingly in the wispy airs… his fingers brushed passed the strings… whilst tracing the eyes peering at him through the crowd… the all-too familiar twinkle… the upturned corners of those lips… As she turned… his arm extended automatically… whilst her figure disappeared amidst the shadows…
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Anger seared through his veins as he mechanically lifted his fist… and brought it down… over… and over… The disturbing past… all too real once more… Far in the distance… he heard his name being called… "Shiv… Shiv… yeh wohe nahin hai…" (Shiv… Shiv… this is not him…). His fist refused to relent… nor did the firm hold his other hand, which had the swine's collar… It was all too real… once again… Shiv… His arm ceased mid-air… as the familiar voice echoed in his ears… the overwhelming tremble in it's tone… His fingers methodically left their hold… as he stood… slowly taking a step back… and another… even as the sound of footsteps striding urgently away filled the air… He stared at the empty space… just moments before occupied by the brute… that had experienced his wrath… The mechanical thrust of his fist still vibrated in his joints… as he felt a group of hands hold him still… as it all slowly went black…
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"Gauri… wohe tumhe khush rakhega… ye mera vaada hai…" As the words sunk in slowly… she looked up with unresponsive eyes… Ipshitta looked at her hopefully… the corners of her lips curving slightly as she nodded her head in the positive…
For those wondering what the last two scenes are about, the first of the last two is on the same night as Machan and Shiv went out and the last is at a later date. I will go into depth in the next update.
Cheers,
dc
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