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"Prem, I want to leave..."
Prem looked over at me strangely. I expected him to protest, but instead he simply turned and followed me as I walked away. I felt him placing his hand on the small of my back to lead us out of the club. I briefly caught the look of annoyance in his dance partner's expression.
Once we stepped outside, I breathed in deeply, relieved to be away from the stifling atmosphere of the club. I let the cool, crisp night air fill my lungs completely before slowly letting out the breath that I didn't realise I had been holding. The horrible stench of sweaty bodies and smoke lingered in my hair.
"Don't you just hate that smell?" Prem asked quietly, crinkling his nose. It never ceased to amaze me how often we were on the same wavelength. It was almost as if he could read my mind.
"I know. I'm dying for a shower."
He slowly set off down the footpath away from the club in silence. Now it was my turn to follow him. I could sense him wondering why I had wanted to leave. I didn't have the desire to discuss it. I was afraid of what would come of the discussion.
Instead of heading to the lot where the car was parked, we just kept walking. He seemed to know that I didn't want to go home yet. At this point in time, I just wanted to walk, to be with my best friend. I hooked my arm around Prem's and rested my head onto his shoulder as we strolled along. He looked down at my hands that were interlinked with his right arm, smiled and placed his own free hand over the both of them. He patted my hands before giving them a tight squeeze. The warmth emanating from his hand over mine crept its way through my body.
We ended up walking right up to the foreshore, where the street met the beach. My feet hit the sand, sinking in slightly. I took my shoes off, and buried my feet in the cool grains of white. I walked along, dragging my feet a little.
I stopped walking and tugged on Prem's arm to get him to stop as well. We stood looking out over the water. I dropped my shoes to the sand, and crossed my arms to try and protect myself to the coolness of the wind. The sky was clear and bright, the horizon sprinkled with tiny, glittering stars, almost like diamonds. Moonlight danced off the waves, illuminating the breaking water with silvery patches. The sound of the ocean seemed to heal my anxiety, dissolving it as the water crashed against the shore.
I barely heard Prem's faint sigh. I turned to him, watching the ocean breeze whipping his hair softly around the edges of his face. His brown curls framing his face perfectly. Even in the diminishing light, his green eyes still sparkled with the moonlight.
He met my gaze and smiled his trademark lopsided grin, confusion still lingering in his expression. Still, he didn't ask me why I had wanted to leave so suddenly. Instead, he started off on one of those random conversations that I enjoy the most.
"You know what?" he asked.
"What?"
"Of all the places in the world, I'd have to say that the beach is my favourite. But especially the beach at night," he explained.
"Which beach?" I questioned.
"Any beach. It doesn't matter which."
"But you must have a favourite. There are a cagillion beaches!" I exclaimed.
"A cagillion hey... Is that even a word?"
"You know what I mean," I replied, smacking him playfully on the arm.
"Well, I don't have a favorite because every beach has something special about it. Maybe it's the way the moonlight shines off the water, or the way the sand is so hot that you have to walk along the actual water. Or maybe the different sized shells scattered along the sand, or those pebble beaches that massage your feet as you walk. I don't know. There's just always something."
I couldn't respond. I could only stand in awe of his appreciation of the world. Prem has an artist's soul.
"You know the best thing though, the one thing that they all have in common?" he continued.
"What's that?" The smile on my face matched the one spread across his own.
"They seem to evoke romantic moments out of absolutely everyone. Even the biggest oaf has to feel romantic on the beach."
He began to walk off again, his eyes combing the sand. I followed, his searching perplexing me. He seemed to be looking for something in particular. His expression brightened as his eyes fell upon some treasure. I couldn't see it in the dim light. He leaned over and pulled something from the sand. He held up a large pebble, brushing the sand away as he held it up in the light. It was smooth and clean from years of tumbling in the water as it crashes against the shore.
My eyes widened as Prem got down on one knee, facing me. He looked up into my surprised expression, his face alight with mischief.
"Heer," he said, the tone of his deep voice sweetly seductive, "will you marry me?"
He held the rock out to me as an offering. I continued to stare at him dumbfounded.
"C'mon on," he urged. "With a rock this big, you had better say yes!"
I chuckled. Reaching down, I grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet.
"You are such a nut!"
I took his hand and tugged him along to continue our walk along the shoreline. He loosened his grip to then interlace our fingers, as he then slipped the offending rock into the pocket of his waistcoat.
"Aren't you going to give me an answer?" he pleaded.
"No."
"No, you won't give me an answer? Or No, you won't marry me?" He sounded as though he almost didn't want me to respond.
I considered my answer carefully. "No I won't give you an answer."
I watched him from the corner of my eye as the smile slowly crept across his face. I turned my face towards him as I gave him a sly wink.
And with that he let our hands separate, but side-stepped towards me. He draped his arm loosely over my shoulders and pulled me into him even closer. I felt him kiss the top of my head lightly as we walked along, and I couldn't help but let a grin spread across my lips. We continued walking along the beach, settling into another of our comfortable silences.
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And yes account recover krtay he i thought :p kuch post krna chahiye😆
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but :p where theres a will theres a way after so many attempts i recovereD it :D
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Haajuuu
Prem looked over at me strangely. I expected him to protest, but instead he simply turned and followed me as I walked away. I felt him placing his hand on the small of my back to lead us out of the club. I briefly caught the look of annoyance in his dance partner's expression.
Once we stepped outside, I breathed in deeply, relieved to be away from the stifling atmosphere of the club. I let the cool, crisp night air fill my lungs completely before slowly letting out the breath that I didn't realise I had been holding. The horrible stench of sweaty bodies and smoke lingered in my hair.
"Don't you just hate that smell?" Prem asked quietly, crinkling his nose. It never ceased to amaze me how often we were on the same wavelength. It was almost as if he could read my mind.
"I know. I'm dying for a shower."
He slowly set off down the footpath away from the club in silence. Now it was my turn to follow him. I could sense him wondering why I had wanted to leave. I didn't have the desire to discuss it. I was afraid of what would come of the discussion.
Instead of heading to the lot where the car was parked, we just kept walking. He seemed to know that I didn't want to go home yet. At this point in time, I just wanted to walk, to be with my best friend. I hooked my arm around Prem's and rested my head onto his shoulder as we strolled along. He looked down at my hands that were interlinked with his right arm, smiled and placed his own free hand over the both of them. He patted my hands before giving them a tight squeeze. The warmth emanating from his hand over mine crept its way through my body.
We ended up walking right up to the foreshore, where the street met the beach. My feet hit the sand, sinking in slightly. I took my shoes off, and buried my feet in the cool grains of white. I walked along, dragging my feet a little.
I stopped walking and tugged on Prem's arm to get him to stop as well. We stood looking out over the water. I dropped my shoes to the sand, and crossed my arms to try and protect myself to the coolness of the wind. The sky was clear and bright, the horizon sprinkled with tiny, glittering stars, almost like diamonds. Moonlight danced off the waves, illuminating the breaking water with silvery patches. The sound of the ocean seemed to heal my anxiety, dissolving it as the water crashed against the shore.
I barely heard Prem's faint sigh. I turned to him, watching the ocean breeze whipping his hair softly around the edges of his face. His brown curls framing his face perfectly. Even in the diminishing light, his green eyes still sparkled with the moonlight.
He met my gaze and smiled his trademark lopsided grin, confusion still lingering in his expression. Still, he didn't ask me why I had wanted to leave so suddenly. Instead, he started off on one of those random conversations that I enjoy the most.
"You know what?" he asked.
"What?"
"Of all the places in the world, I'd have to say that the beach is my favourite. But especially the beach at night," he explained.
"Which beach?" I questioned.
"Any beach. It doesn't matter which."
"But you must have a favourite. There are a cagillion beaches!" I exclaimed.
"A cagillion hey... Is that even a word?"
"You know what I mean," I replied, smacking him playfully on the arm.
"Well, I don't have a favorite because every beach has something special about it. Maybe it's the way the moonlight shines off the water, or the way the sand is so hot that you have to walk along the actual water. Or maybe the different sized shells scattered along the sand, or those pebble beaches that massage your feet as you walk. I don't know. There's just always something."
I couldn't respond. I could only stand in awe of his appreciation of the world. Prem has an artist's soul.
"You know the best thing though, the one thing that they all have in common?" he continued.
"What's that?" The smile on my face matched the one spread across his own.
"They seem to evoke romantic moments out of absolutely everyone. Even the biggest oaf has to feel romantic on the beach."
He began to walk off again, his eyes combing the sand. I followed, his searching perplexing me. He seemed to be looking for something in particular. His expression brightened as his eyes fell upon some treasure. I couldn't see it in the dim light. He leaned over and pulled something from the sand. He held up a large pebble, brushing the sand away as he held it up in the light. It was smooth and clean from years of tumbling in the water as it crashes against the shore.
My eyes widened as Prem got down on one knee, facing me. He looked up into my surprised expression, his face alight with mischief.
"Heer," he said, the tone of his deep voice sweetly seductive, "will you marry me?"
He held the rock out to me as an offering. I continued to stare at him dumbfounded.
"C'mon on," he urged. "With a rock this big, you had better say yes!"
I chuckled. Reaching down, I grabbed his wrists and pulled him to his feet.
"You are such a nut!"
I took his hand and tugged him along to continue our walk along the shoreline. He loosened his grip to then interlace our fingers, as he then slipped the offending rock into the pocket of his waistcoat.
"Aren't you going to give me an answer?" he pleaded.
"No."
"No, you won't give me an answer? Or No, you won't marry me?" He sounded as though he almost didn't want me to respond.
I considered my answer carefully. "No I won't give you an answer."
I watched him from the corner of my eye as the smile slowly crept across his face. I turned my face towards him as I gave him a sly wink.
And with that he let our hands separate, but side-stepped towards me. He draped his arm loosely over my shoulders and pulled me into him even closer. I felt him kiss the top of my head lightly as we walked along, and I couldn't help but let a grin spread across my lips. We continued walking along the beach, settling into another of our comfortable silences.
Note:
Hope you all like, and please comment.
Constructive Criticism is very very welcome :)
And yes account recover krtay he i thought :p kuch post krna chahiye😆
bht arsa ho gya :p post huway is account say😆😆😆
i also made another account surrendering to my weak memory :p
but :p where theres a will theres a way after so many attempts i recovereD it :D
with love,
Haajuuu
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