OS: An Indissoluble Love..Arjuhi

Breathless. It was amazing how the sight of that place always produced in her the same sensations as if she were seeing it everything for the first time. As if she were still up there with her mother in that torrid summer five years ago. But it was so. The emotion in contemplating the "City of Lights" from up there was still intact. Could exist in the world a wonderful city like Paris? Arohi had been around in Europe and in many other countries, but that magic had found only there, up there on the top floor of the Eiffel Tower, in contemplating the beautiful city resplendent with thousands of lights and glows.

The slight breeze ruffled slightly her long black hair, big black eyes were shiny in admiration the show that stood out in front of her. Then her heart seemed to miss a beat. A voice. A voice behind him spoke his name. "Arohi." That voice. She would be recognize it among a thousand. Turn around. In an instant she found herself in his arms, saved from a certain fall. "Damn heels." She said "Indeed is not seem exactly the kind of shoe that suit to get up here." He emphasized his ironically, arching an eyebrow.

"Yes, not really." He laughed. In that way he laughed very seldom. The only way he laughed with her.

Arohi cocked her head to one side, looking curious. He was still clutching her in his arms. When his eyes met those two little black oceans, he let her go. She composed herself quickly, with nervous hands, stretching the folds of her dress blue. "Arjun ..." and finally said his name. And in a flash it was just like every time they met. There were only two, their eyes chained . The world around seemed to disappear, as if they were enveloped by an imaginary bubble. As if it had not spent a single day since the last time they met. As if they were always and only Arjun and Arohi.

"Me. In the flesh. "A slight smile curled his lips again. "You ... What ... What are you doing here?". Arohi waved her hands heedlessly into the space between them. "Work. In the search of inspiration. ". "A new song?" Her black irises sparkled by surprise and excitement. Her response was a cryptic and vague "Maybe.". Then he added sardonically. "What about you, Shruti?". She smiled at the memory of that joke. Again she remembered as if it were yesterday. Her heart quickened a little tick.

" I have to write a new song Actually today is my last day. So I wanted to enjoy the last time the city from up here. "He nodded. His hands were into the pockets of his jeans. Arohi put her hand on her stomach. "Everything okay?" Arjun imperceptibly touched her arm, visibly worried. "Yes Oh, yes! "She laughed. "It's just that ... I'm beginning to feel hungry." Arjun also allowed himself to liberating laughter.

"I had forgotten about the appetite of Arohi Sharma." Arohi looked down a bit embarrassed. Her Cheeks slightly flushed. "Well, you could at my apartment. It's not so far from here. I have rent it during my stay. "She looked sceptical, as she was convinced that he was sarcastic. "Arjun ..." "I swear." Promise him, raising his arms in surrender. "Unless ... Well ... If ... If you do not already have other commitments." He looked at her and his eyes seemed to reflect the hope that was brewing inside him.

"No. No, no! No commitment. I accept the invitation. "The muscles of Arjun seemed to relax under the fabric of his shirt and dark jacket. He offered her his arm. "Please, Miss, this way." Arohi clung to him looking for support and balance that her heels would not give to her. And then everything run away with a naturalness that perhaps neither would have expected after the last ending in Shimla. Yet. Destiny is not denied. They were there again. A conversation with great calm. Paris at their feet. To laugh. To Joke. To Have fun. As if that they were still two high school students and in a school canteen and not in Arjun's house.



"A nice way to say goodbye to Paris, right?". Arjun's arm rested gently on the shoulders of Arohi. She rested her elbows on the railing of the balcony. She nodded. "It is wonderful to observe the city from here. The atmosphere. Lights. It's all so ... "She bites her lip suddenly silent. Arjun raised the usual eyebrows. "Romantic?". He teases. her She blushed like a child.

Arjun left her to rest with his back to the railing, arms crossed. "It would not call the city of love, otherwise?". "Since when you are conditioned by clichs, Arjun Punj?". Arohi laughed heartily. He raised his shoulders for the umpteenth time, without giving an answer. She fell silent again, looking at an indefinite point in front of her. "Would you have preferred someone else by your side tonight." There was hardly a hint of disappointment in the tone plate apparently of Arjun.

Arohi returned to his eyes. "No." She replied without thinking. "There is nobody who is currently romantically involved with me." And she did not know why she was saying. Maybe for making him understand unconsciously something more. "Oh." Not another syllable he said. Arohi spoke. She could not keep quiet when the nervousness took hold of her. "It's just that ... You ... I ... Here, in Paris. As if ... It is strange, that's all. "

" What if? ". Why, why had he to return that part of her incoherent sentence?

As if we were still in love, she wanted to say. But she did not say. She simply return to his eyes. Their faces had far surpassed the famous safe distance of thirty centimetres allowed. There was no need for words. Arjun seemed to have read in her black eyes the answer to his question. And those eyes always seemed to find a tacit agreement to do what he wanted since he saw that evening. He came even more close to her and then stopped. Hesitant.

Arohi stopped thinking of anything. And she did the only thing that she was want to do. She fully shortened the distance between them and her lips met those of Arjun. They were soft and warm, as she remembered. Designed to fit perfectly with hers. As a hypothetical two pieces of the puzzle that could not get stuck with any other piece, if not between them. She rested her hands on his chest. Arjun's arms wrapped her in the few seconds later. Simply they were still what they were always intended to be. Only two. Lost in a kiss that looked like it had never stopped. Arjun Arohi. Paris. Nothing else.

Arjun was attending a call in the near room. Arohi was lost in her thoughts.
She had never felt so alive, so complete, so satisfied, so without question.. Happy. She could no longer deny to herself. Arjun had this power over her. None. None had ever been able to make her forget every problem, every negative thought, simply by holding her in his arms. Arjun just had this gift.

Yet, once again, destiny seemed to have made them meet at the wrong time. Her plane was leaving after a few hours. Towards London. Then Berlin. Vienna. Rome. Her European tour had just started and she did not know how much it would last. She was a singer. Travel was part of price to pay. She can not have a stable relationship, too. And Arjun, he would come back to Shimla from there in a week. Away from her. Away from them. Those distances, seemed unbridgeable.. She grabbed a pen and paper from her purse. She wanted to write so many things, but in front of that blank sheet of paper, she did not write even one. A lonely "Thanks you" stood out from her thought in dark ink on the page

She put the note on the table. Then approached the door cautiously. She opened it carefully, but a snaps closed it. Arjun's arms blocking her body on both sides, keeping her pinned to the door, leaving no escape. "Thanks? Thank you? "His voice had risen to some tone. "After tonight, after all that ... Thanks?" Arohi looked down guilty. He did not deserve it. Once again Arjun did not deserve her escape in silent. She knew it. Selfish. That she was . Nothing more. She never reflects on the feelings he felt for her. And now she had the courage to herself in those eyes that had to be filled with bitterness and disappointment.

"... I thought it would be better."

"So much the better? Better? Look at me! Arohi, look at me! "He grasped her face with both hands, forcing her to watch him. "Damn, you realize what you say? How could it be better to leave without telling me? Run like a villain? You are an adult, Arohi. Have at least the courage to take the responsibility for what you do. If tonight was just a pleasant amusement to not spend your last night alone in Paris, tell me in the face, because I do not deserve this. I thought I would have said again. But I do not deserve this. You know. "

Now Arohi's black eyes were full of tears. They went down her cheeks reddened. Relentless and quiet. She decided he had to tell him everything. Tell him the reason for her gesture apparently insane. The words ran away from her lips like an unstoppable river. Every fear, every doubt, every fear, all fear of future uncertainties. Everything. He listened in silence, then dried her tears, driving with her slender fingers. He took her in his arms and held her. Arjun's body trembling against his. He stroked her long black hair. He embraced stronger. "I will not let you go, Arohi. I do not care how many trips you'll make. How far we should be. I just want to say that whenever you'll return, you'll come back to me. I'll be there for you. To expect. I will reach you wherever you want. But I do not let you go. I won't let you again. "He went back a bit to meet her eyes. "I love you Arohi."

Arohi looked at him with eyes still red. Then, slowly, a smile lit her face again. Her hand stroked his cheek. He cocked his head to one side, favouring the touch of her, a gesture that was familiar. "I love you too, Arjun." He smiled back. He put a kiss on her forehead.

"It all seems so easy, Arjun. But it will not be so . "

" Yes it will be. You and me, remember? No matter how much distance separates us, as time passes, we're always you and me. We will always be so. Whatever happens. "She touched her nose with the tip of his. "I promise." Arjun kissed her tenderly. "I believe you, Arjun. I believe you. "

They were hugging each other, cradling in the beat of their hearts. They have no illusions of a future without obstacles, but after that night they realized that together they were stronger than the fate that they would fight together, they would finally take the love that for too long fate had deny to both.