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Helloo! Here's little piece that i thought of! I hope you all like it!
MOH MOH KE DHAAGE
He sat on his bed, legs out-stretched and folded at the ankles, back against the headboard and a small smile playing on his lips. He would switch on the lamp next to him, only to turn it off in a few seconds then turn it on again and the cycle went on. Sleep felt like a far off notion tonight.
His mind constantly played her words in his head. He has stood surprised as she had utterred them but slowly everything made sense. The way she had been acting around him lately, her flusterred speech and constant mumblings, her radiant smile that tugged at the corners of his heart and her beautiful eyes that were glazed sometimes but always beautiful as ever. He had thought that she wasn't well and it was all PTSD. How naive was he?
"Ms. Bose aap kehna kya chahti hain? Ek tarfa pyaar sehat ke liye achha hota hai? "
"Nahi mr. Dixit, mai toh bas ye kehrahi thi ki zaroori nahi ki jis se aap pyaar karein woh bhi aapke liye same feel karta ho...pyaar kisi conditions ke saath nahi hota. Koi double deal nahi hai..."
"Aap toh aise kehrahi hain jaisi aapko hua hai... aur pata nahi kis idiot ko aapka pyaar nazar nahi aaraha..."
Sona had just looked at him and chuckled.
"Hua hai...is hi liye toh kehrahi hoon...hai ek idiot, par itna clueless hai ki us he apne kaam ke alawa kuch dikhta nahi..."
Dev was surprised at this revelation.
"Toh aapko aapki love story milgayi?
She got up from the bonnet and stood in front of him. She looked him straight in the eye and that made Dev feel something inside him. She raised her hand to his forehead where a stray lock of hair had fallen out of place. She delicately lifted it with her fingers and placed it amongst his hair and combed it a little. Dev stood perplexed as realization dawned on him. She just replied "haan..." and slowly turned around and walked away. He had sat on his bonnet fixed as his mind reeled. Was he misunderstanding something?
Dev had already recalled this conversation in his mind an umpteen number times. He smiled at how subtle she was. Or maybe not. She hadn't directly told him but he understood. And he hoped he understood right. He had no idea what love felt like. This kind of love atleast. How was she so sure? Was it the same as what he had been feeling for some time now? He couldn't pin point what he was exactly feeling but it was something unusual for him.
He picked up his phone and looked for the song that had played on the radio as he went to drop her. She was singing along and said she loved it. Found it.
'Yeh moh moh ke dhaage, teri unglio se jaa uljhe, koi toh toh na laage, kis tarha girha se uljhe...'
Th strings of his heart were definitely being pulled. He could feel them tug at his insides as she laughed or she cried, when she winced in pain or as she smiled in joy when he listened to her. Girha se uljhe...girha meant knot...wasn't he in a knot? Weren't things complicated for him with the natasha proposal? Wasn't she supposed to help him make the decision and not complicate it further? But she wasn't at fault, she had only made him realize what she meant to him..
"Hai rom rom iktaara joh baadalo mei se guzre,
Ye moh moh ke dhaage, teri unglio se ja uljhe...'
Ms. Bose...sonakshi??...but then he did feel lighter when he shared his problems with her. Not just problems. Being with her made him feel relaxed. He didnt know when they developed this comfort between them but it soothed him. And now, after what she said, his heart was soaring. He loved it when she gave him unsolicited advice. He snickered thinking about her yelling at her for making her marriage profile on a website. What did he feel for her? Why were his thoughts in such shambles?!
'Tu hoga thoda paagal tune mujhko hai chuna,
Tu hoga thoda pagal tune mujhko hai chuna...
Kaise tune ankaha, ankaha sab suna,
Tu hoga thoda paagal tu ne mujhko hai chuna...'
Ms. Bose mujhse pyaar karti hain? Par kyun? Aisa kya hai mujhme jo un sab ladhko mei nahi hai jinke rishte unke liye aa rahe hain? What had she seen in him? All he did was work, he dint have a social life, he didnt watch movies, he hadn't travelled anywhere and he couldn't even play games properly. He even sucked at dumb charades and she had come to save the day. No one could understand what he was trying to say but she knew in a jiffy and helped him out. She always seems to know what he's thinking and talks to him about it. He wanted to be there for her too. Everytime she had a problem. And he hated it when she acted distant like she had been around natasha and why she that was happening was no longer a mystery to him. She was jealous. Ms. Sonakshi bose. Jealous?
Waise jealous toh mai bhi hogaya tha. Us kushal ke saath unhe dekh kar. Kitti beautiful lagrahi thi woh aur usne sirf pretty kaha. Huh. Duffer...well its nice he was out of the picture now...
'Tu din sa hai, main raat
Aa na dono miljaayein shaamon ki tarah...'
She was very different from all the girls he knew. There weren't many but she was one of a kind. Smart, independent and stubborn. A good stubborn though, he liked that about her. Wasn't this list growing too fast? The things he liked about her. She was very different to him although they both stood on the same pedestal where their families were their first priorites. She was like the light of the day, chirpy and sunny, filling people with light and happiness where as he was the slave to a responsibility and no life outside of his office and home. The way she shines when she is in a good mood lightened him up. He wished he could capture that light and save it for himself and it would live forever with him.
'Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle toh na tha
Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle toh na tha
Chitthiyon ko jaise mill gaya
Jaise ik naya sa pata,
Ki aisa beparwah mann pehle toh na tha..."
Did he love her? Maybe...if what he felt for her was love, then yes. But he wasn't sure what he exactly felt. But there was something. And this natasha situation was there too. But not today. He dint want to think about that now. He felt elated today and didnt feel like talking about natasha. "Sona..." he muttered and smiled at the way her name sounded when he said it. It was different but he could get used to it. They were beyond the point of adressing each other professionally and sonakshi felt too grown up or serious for her. Sona felt apt. Short and sweet. Just like her. Not she was short, she was pretty tall for a girl. She was very pretty too. She had gorgeous eyes and hair that looked like tufts of silk, her skin glowed and looked smooth on her delicate frame, usually clothed in vibrant colours that hid her body. It looked to beautiful to touch, like it would break if someone shaked her hard. But Dev knew how strong she was. She was a fighter and it made him love her even more. Her determination.
'Khaali raahein, hum aankh moonde jaayein
Pahunche kahin toh bewajah...'
What was he supposed to do now? He couldnt marry natasha knowing he had feelings for Sona...did she really love him? He still was reeling under that statement. Was he misunderstanding her? Or did he understand her too well? If she loved him too, what was he to do now? How should he tell her that he had feelings for her too but just wasn't sure what they were yet. Mai natasha se kya kahunga? Aur mai sona se kya kahunga? The questions hung in his head like a knife but tonight, it was just like the song said ' ki aisa beparwah mannpehle toh na tha...'
"Ye moh moh ke dhaage teri unglio se jaa uljhe, koi toh toh na laage, kis tarha girha se uljhe"
Now even if it turns out that he misunderstood her completely, he knew one thing for sure. That the syrings of his heart were not under his control anymore. A certain nutritionist had them wound around delicate fingers...he chuckled. How rude. Ms. Aubodhro...
END
Ohkay, not my best work but still something i thought i should post! Also, this is one of my most favourtie songs! It's from dum lagake haisha if your haven't heard it! Give it a listen! Leave your comments and reviews below!
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