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Yo! So I was contemplating a sequel to my previous oneshot, and this song just seemed to fit perfectly. I do hope you guys enjoy it!
Meher picked her niece, with a small smile. Her smiles never reached her eyes anymore, but still, they were genuine. It was impossible to fake a smile in front of Chahat. Her bubbly nature was too infectious. She cradled the sleeping child, bidding her sister good night. Dropping a small kiss on her sister's cheek, Meher made her way to Chahat's room, and tucked her in. As she smoothed Chahat's dark hair out of her face, her mind travelled to the possibility of a child she may have had with Preet, had they still been together. If she had stayed, or allowed him to come with her, they might have had a little bundle of joy. She willed herself away from the thoughts, feeling the tears prickling at the back of her eyes.
Preet crossed his arms across his chest as he imagined a child running around the playground, Meher chasing the little girl, laughing. A smile crossed his face as he thought of his wife. It may have been almost four years since he had seen her, but he thought of her every day, and each day, he imagined her the way he loved, smiling at him. And each day, his fantasy went unfulfilled. But it would happen, someday.
She slowly removed the jewelery she was wearing, allowing herself the luxury of thinking of her husband. It was not that she had not thought of him at all throughout the years, she had, almost all the time. Heer Di had not allowed herself to remember Prem Jiju, and Meher could not blame her. Heer Didi had tried to wipe those memories out of her life, but Meher, Meher remembered the moments she had spent with Preet with fondness. She wondered how he was, if he was happy, if the family was okay. But mostly, she remembered the cheeky smirk he would have on his face when he would back her into a wall, or a door, or whatever was handy. He always enjoyed making her feel uncomfortable, making her squirm.
He loved her blush. The way her eyelids would flutter down, covering the beautiful brown orbs that he could read so clearly. The way her breath would catch when he would invade her personal space. Her scent drove him mad. He had purchased the same perfume she used to wear, and sprayed it, daily, onto the pillow. He would fall asleep; hugging that pillow close to him, imagining it was her.
Looking into his reflection in the window, Preet ran a hand through his hair. There was work to be done, but he could not tear himself away from her thoughts. He wondered where she was, if she was okay, if Heer Bhabhi was okay. He wondered if Heer Bhabhi's child called her Massi or Chachi.
A giggle interrupted his thoughts. In the reflection, he saw her leaning against his table, smiling that same smile at him. An answering grin spread across his face. He knew she was not there, that this was just his imagination, but that did not matter. What mattered was that he could still remember what she looked like, how her eyes lit up when she saw something she loved, how her giggle sounded when she was genuinely happy. She was still there, all the time, in his thoughts.
He encompassed her soul. He held her heart, ruled over it. And someday, they would be together. Maybe in a week, maybe another year, maybe more than that. But someday, they would meet again.
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And thanks to Meera for reading through the shot! 😃
Love,
Radz
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This Is Morning.
That's When I Spend The Most Time,
Thinking 'Bout What I've Given Up.
This Is A Warning.
When You Start The Day Just To Close The Curtains,
You're Thinking 'Bout What I've Given Up.
That's When I Spend The Most Time,
Thinking 'Bout What I've Given Up.
This Is A Warning.
When You Start The Day Just To Close The Curtains,
You're Thinking 'Bout What I've Given Up.
Meher picked her niece, with a small smile. Her smiles never reached her eyes anymore, but still, they were genuine. It was impossible to fake a smile in front of Chahat. Her bubbly nature was too infectious. She cradled the sleeping child, bidding her sister good night. Dropping a small kiss on her sister's cheek, Meher made her way to Chahat's room, and tucked her in. As she smoothed Chahat's dark hair out of her face, her mind travelled to the possibility of a child she may have had with Preet, had they still been together. If she had stayed, or allowed him to come with her, they might have had a little bundle of joy. She willed herself away from the thoughts, feeling the tears prickling at the back of her eyes.
Where Are You Now?
As I'm Swimming Through The Stereo,
I'm Writing You A Symphony Of Sound.
Where Are You Now?
As I Rearrange The Songs Again,
This Mix Could Burn A Hole In Anyone.
But It Was You I Was Thinking Of.
As I'm Swimming Through The Stereo,
I'm Writing You A Symphony Of Sound.
Where Are You Now?
As I Rearrange The Songs Again,
This Mix Could Burn A Hole In Anyone.
But It Was You I Was Thinking Of.
Preet crossed his arms across his chest as he imagined a child running around the playground, Meher chasing the little girl, laughing. A smile crossed his face as he thought of his wife. It may have been almost four years since he had seen her, but he thought of her every day, and each day, he imagined her the way he loved, smiling at him. And each day, his fantasy went unfulfilled. But it would happen, someday.
I Read Your Letter.
The One You Left When You Broke Into My House.
Retracing Every Step You Made,
And You Said You Meant It.
And There's A Piece Of Me In Every Single,
Second Of Every Single Day.
But If It's True Then Tell Me How It Got This Way.
The One You Left When You Broke Into My House.
Retracing Every Step You Made,
And You Said You Meant It.
And There's A Piece Of Me In Every Single,
Second Of Every Single Day.
But If It's True Then Tell Me How It Got This Way.
She slowly removed the jewelery she was wearing, allowing herself the luxury of thinking of her husband. It was not that she had not thought of him at all throughout the years, she had, almost all the time. Heer Di had not allowed herself to remember Prem Jiju, and Meher could not blame her. Heer Didi had tried to wipe those memories out of her life, but Meher, Meher remembered the moments she had spent with Preet with fondness. She wondered how he was, if he was happy, if the family was okay. But mostly, she remembered the cheeky smirk he would have on his face when he would back her into a wall, or a door, or whatever was handy. He always enjoyed making her feel uncomfortable, making her squirm.
Where Are You Now?
As I'm Swimming Through The Stereo,
I'm Writing You A Symphony Of Sound.
Where Are You Now?
As I Rearrange The Songs Again,
This Mix Could Burn A Hole In Anyone.
But It Was You I Was Thinking Of.
As I'm Swimming Through The Stereo,
I'm Writing You A Symphony Of Sound.
Where Are You Now?
As I Rearrange The Songs Again,
This Mix Could Burn A Hole In Anyone.
But It Was You I Was Thinking Of.
He loved her blush. The way her eyelids would flutter down, covering the beautiful brown orbs that he could read so clearly. The way her breath would catch when he would invade her personal space. Her scent drove him mad. He had purchased the same perfume she used to wear, and sprayed it, daily, onto the pillow. He would fall asleep; hugging that pillow close to him, imagining it was her.
Looking into his reflection in the window, Preet ran a hand through his hair. There was work to be done, but he could not tear himself away from her thoughts. He wondered where she was, if she was okay, if Heer Bhabhi was okay. He wondered if Heer Bhabhi's child called her Massi or Chachi.
A giggle interrupted his thoughts. In the reflection, he saw her leaning against his table, smiling that same smile at him. An answering grin spread across his face. He knew she was not there, that this was just his imagination, but that did not matter. What mattered was that he could still remember what she looked like, how her eyes lit up when she saw something she loved, how her giggle sounded when she was genuinely happy. She was still there, all the time, in his thoughts.
And I Can't Get To You
I Can't Get To You,
I Can't Get To You.
(You, You)
And Where Are You Now?
And Where Are You Now?
I Can't Get To You,
I Can't Get To You.
(You, You)
And Where Are You Now?
And Where Are You Now?
He encompassed her soul. He held her heart, ruled over it. And someday, they would be together. Maybe in a week, maybe another year, maybe more than that. But someday, they would meet again.
And This Is My Mixed Tape For Her.
It's Like I Wrote Every Note,
With My Own Fingers.
It's Like I Wrote Every Note,
With My Own Fingers.
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Do let me know what you think! Please, leave a comment or hit the 'like' button!
And thanks to Meera for reading through the shot! 😃
Love,
Radz
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