Hello, beautiful people! I know I've got comments to reply to, but, seeing as they aren't that many and some haven't even been unreserved (*glares and pokes guilty parties*) and I'm just WAY too tired right now, I'm not gonna bother. But rest assured that I *did* read them!! *kaan pakar-ing* Pakka!
Anyway, it's still the 30th of March for a few more hours, which means it's still Ravjot's birthday for a few more hours, which means that hah! I am NOT late! *triumphant music* So here's a shot that I wrote specially for Ravzie! *hugs Ravjot* I had so much fun writing it, and I hope you guys (and especially you, Ravz!) have as much fun reading it too! Enjoy, and happy birthday, Ravz!!
Ruk Ja O Dil Deewane
"Stupid!" Ravjot shrieked as she swung her bag at Vishal, who winced as the bag collided wit his arms. "Idiot kahin ka!"
"Arre lekin maine kya kiya?" Vishal asked for the third time, careful not to lower his arms and expose his (beautiful) face.
Ravjot gave a brief laugh, one that was completely devoid of humor. "You are so not asking me what you did!" She glared at him, hands on her hips.
As Vishal lowered his arms to look helplessly at his girlfriend, she quickly whacked him again. Satisfied, she folded her arms and glared at him.
"Jaanu, tumhari kasam, main sach mein nahin jaanta ki maine kya kiya!"
"Jhootey!"
Vishal squeaked as she prepared to hit him again, ducking under the table.
"I'm sorry!" he pleaded, staring up at her from under the table with wide puppy-dog eyes. "I'm sorry! Maine jo bhi kiya, I'm sorry and main aisa kabhi nahin karoonga, I promise!"
Ravjot continued to glare at him. "Kya tum mujhse pyaar karte ho?" she demanded.
Vishal stared at her, dumbstruck. "Kya?"
"Kya tum mujhse pyaar karte ho, ya nahin?" she repeated.
"Haan, karta hoon," he began, emerging from under the table. "Lekin ' "
She cut him off. "Toh phir tum Asma ke saath Tiffany's mein kya kar rahe they?"
His eyes widened. "Tumhe kaise pata ki main Asma ke saath Tiffany's mein gaya tha?" he asked, nervously fingering the Tiffany's box inside the pocket of his jeans.
He knew he had said the wrong thing when Ravjot's eyes teared up. "Toh tum sach mein Asma ke saath Tiffany's mein gaye they? I hate you! Tum mujhse pyaar nahin karte! I hate you!" And she turned and stormed off.
Vishal cursed silently. Now how was he supposed to give her her present? He ran after her. "Ravz!"
She whirled around to face him. "Agar tumne mera peecha kiya toh main chillaungi ki tum mujhe kidnap karne ki koshish kar rahe ho," she threatened.
With a sigh, Vishal held his hands up in defeat. He watched Ravjot storm off, knowing she was headed for Timmy's, then turned away, at a complete loss as to what to do. As he glared at a bunch of break-dancing kids blaring music from their iPod, he grinned.
He knew exactly how to win her over.
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Ravjot cuddled her ice cap as she left Timmy's, still sore that her boyfriend had gone to Tiffany's with her best friend. "At least you won't cheat on me," she told her ice cap sadly. "Right?"
"Ravjot!"
She automatically turned at the sound of her name, her eyes narrowing as she saw Vishal running towards her.
"Ravjot, meri baat toh suno!"
She ignored him and turned, walking away. She was not in the mood to talk to him. After all, he had ruined her birthday.
All of a sudden she heard the opening of a very familiar song. She stopped, frowning, wondering whether she was hearing things.
Then she heard Vishal's voice.
"Ruk ja, o dil deewane, poochoon toh main zara. Ladki hai ya hai jadoo, khushboo hai ya nasha."
Ravjot turned, surprised.
"Ruk ja, o dil deewane, poochoon toh main zara. Ladki hai ya hai jadoo, khushboo hai ya nasha. Paas woh aaye toh, chooke main dekhoon zara. Ruk ja o dil deewane, poochoon toh main zara!"
She bit down on her lip hard. There was Vishal, dancing down the street, a break-dancing troop following after him, getting weird stares from people. He was making a complete idiot of himself, and all for her!
Then she remembered that she was mad at him, and she frowned and turned away.
Vishal sighed. "Dekhen woh idhar, haske bekhabar, thaamke dil hum khade hain! Gumsum si nazar, uski hai magar hoton pe shikwe pade hain! Baat ban jaaye toh, haan baat chedoon zara. Ruk ja, o dil deewane, poochoon toh main zara. Ladki hai ya hai jadoo, khushboo hai ya nasha!"
Vishal was glad that Ravjot was walking at a slower pace now, because it meant she was a little less mad at him than she had been.
He grabbed a rose from a nearby florist and raced after her.
("Oi! Come back here and pay for that, you deranged idiot!")
He knelt down in front of Ravjot, blocking her path, and offered her the rose.
"Sharma woh gayi, ghabra woh gayi, maine joh usko pukara."
Without taking the rose, she stuck her tongue out at him and continued walking. Vishal pouted after her.
"Yeh dil le liya, usne kar diya, aankhon hi aankhon mein ishara! Jaan bhi jaaye toh, ghum na karoon main zara! Ruk ja, o dil deewane, poochoon toh main zara. Ladki hai ya hai jadoo, khushboo hai ya nasha."
As Ravjot glanced back at him, hiding a smile, Vishal grinned, jumped up and followed her into a store.
She picked out a top and held it to herself. Vishal shook his head, making a face. Ravjot frowned at him and set it back on the rack. He held the rose out to her again, and as she turned away, she made sure to smack him with her bag.
Vishal winced, rubbing his arm. He should have bought her a smaller bag. He followed her out.
(The store people looked after him and his break-dancing posse curiously.)
"Mehfil mein haseen, tu hi toh nahin, roothi tu, kisliye akeli?"
Ravjot shot him a death glare. Vishal feigned indifference.
"Jispe yoon fiya, yeh dil ho gaya, woh toh hai teri ek saheli." And he gave the rose to a passing 7-year-old girl who gave him a kiss on the cheek before running away giggling. Vishal glanced at Ravjot, who was staring at him, fuming silently.
"Maan woh jaaye toh, bahon mein le loon zara!" He wrapped his arms around himself, closing his eyes. He peeked at Ravjot, who now had tears in her eyes. She turned away and stalked off. Vishal ran after her, grabbing her arm and turning her to face him.
"Ruk ja, o dil deewane, poochoon toh main zara. Ladki hai ya hai jadoo, khushboo hai ya nasha. Paas woh aaye toh, chooke main dekhoon zara!"
He knelt down in front of her again as the song ended, taking the Tiffany's box out of his pocket. He held it up to her. "Happy birthday, jaanu."
Ravjot hesitantly took the box from him and opened it. Inside was a silver heart necklace. She looked at him, her bottom lip trembling. "I saw you put this on Asma."
"Look at the back," he told her, standing up.
She turned it over.
R & V
She looked at him again. "R and V...Ravjot and...Vishal?"
He nodded, smiling.
"Toh tum Asma ke saath kya kar rahe they?"
"I had to make sure that you would like it. And Asma knows you better than I do."
Ravjot's bottom lip trembled some more, and the tears fell as she stared at him for a moment longer. Then she threw her arms around him, wrapping him in a tight hug. "I'm sorry, Vishal. Maine tumhe itna mara'"
Vishal hugged her back. "Koi baat nahin," he whispered into her hair, glad that she was happy.
"I love you, Vishal. You're sach mein the best!"
"I love you too, Ravjot."
The break-dancing posse burst into cheers and applause as Ravjot and Vishal kissed.
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