I personally prefer Shayara as a name. So Shayara remains the name of Erica's role. Shaheer turns Devrath Dixit , Dev D, from here onwards. Consult my previous chapters to see the change.
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26 April, 2016
Goa
Parth was trying to fix the Rubik's cube for quite a long time now, in vain.
At last he threw it off to the ground, disgusted.
Devrath, fondly called Dev by friends, was taken aback at the proceeding.
" Seriously? You just gave up! And I've never seen you do that since we met four years ago! "
Parth made a noise, an ironical one.
" Anyways, I just...don't... believe...this!! You, my bro, is the next music icon of India!! " , he exclaimed.
" Ohh shut up! Till the 'next' comes, I will turn a 'once upon a time'. People don't stay long in these lines you see! "
" Whatever! But the very moment says, you are a sensation. Your song tops every play list, is a current chartbuster, you adorn magazine covers, wallpapers and display pichas of people! What else do you want? "
Devrath looked at him, estranged.
" Is that what a singer wants? Only? "
" What else brother? Fame, something you had left your well settled life and a luxurious job at the the finest MNC for, you've got that to it's fullest, in just two years! "
Devrath shifted his gaze, and went blank for a couple of moments.
" I...don't know if that's all I had wanted... "
He got up with a thud, leaving behind a confused Parth, and walked upto the coffee maker.
" But I won't deny, I'm extremely thankful to God for what He had made the M-Sonics do. "
Parth smirked.
" However much we get, we ain't satisfied. "
Devrath kept the coffee mugs on the table adjoining the sofa, and settled down comfortably again, smiling at the pinch.
" Are you too? Dissatisfied with life and jobs? I never thought that! "
Parth stayed quite for sometime. And then nodded. " I ain't dissatisfied with anything in life. It's just that, of course at times things, situations and people hurt, but all you gotta do is stay aloof. "
Devrath kept staring at him. " That's how you managed to stay in a job for five years now. "
" Of course! I don't leave jobs every month, unlike Shayara! "
Shayara...
A sigh escaped Dev's heart.
How could a name be so beautiful?
" How's she? " , he asked, picking up a mug.
" As usual. Confused and dissatisfied. Sulking every now and then. The coffee is good! " , Parth licked off his coffee moustache.
" Dissatisfied with what? Life? "
" I really don't understand what's in her brain. She is such a bore at times! And at times cute! But mostly annoying." , Parth went and picked up the cube from the ground.
" And still you are together, with so much dissatisfaction? "
" Dissatisfaction? Oh hello! That's totally her territory. I don't believe things can ever go beyond control. I believe in a steady life, a steady job, a steady girlfriend. I don't really care beyond that. "
Devrath stared in amazement at his friend. Since they met almost four years back at a collaborative project, and shared a common coup at a first class compartment, he had always admired Parth. He knew he was straight headed, very confident about his job, and most importantly not emotionally challenged.
Devrath very much was one. A monument Of baseless emotions.
No one would have left the job he'd rightfully owned at just 23. No one absolutely. But he did. Just for the sake of it. His friends had mocked him, some closer ones had discouraged. But Devrath could stick to that because of just two reasons, he himself, and his mother, the epitome of emotions. And the most pretentious listener to his scribbles, his songs. The first one always, his sister next.
I learnt from my mum that it's good to have feelings.
" By the way, Shayara's ring tone is 'Deewanaa tera... ' " , Parth smiled broad. " I'll freshen up anyways. Be my guide in Goa again. My third vacation at your place should be the most memorable of all. After all you are a star now! "
He winked and left, and thus didn't know when an immense curve had appeared on the lips of his stranger turned friend turned almost best friend.
****
6 years earlier
Delhi
" Anki...Anki... Ankiii... " , Devrath was wailing as he held Ankita tight to his chest. She held back weakly, and had to herself pacify her brother who was crying like a kid now.
" Bhaaii... see ... just look at me bhaiii... bhaiii what's this? Bhai! Bhai I'm fine, look at me Bhai! " , but nobody would listen to her. Her bhai was undergoing a feat of hysterical wail holding her tight without even looking into her eyes once.
Just an hour ago Ankita was almost hit by a bus, while on her way back home from school. Wandering in some daydreams, she had only felt a sudden overpowering pull for life by a girl from the roadside, and the bus had flew past at a pin's length.
" Are you deaf, dumb and blind? Do you know how many people suffer in life more than you and still keep living? "
With eyes bursting after almost experiencing an impending death, Ankita slowly lost her senses but had known, a soft hand held her as she fell.
When she returned to life, she found herself in a cabin, her bhai sitting beside her sobbing, and nurses staring at her with aspiration.
Devrath came out of the cabin. He knew this could be the worst day of his life. The worst ever! He hadn't called mom yet. Anki's school record had his number registered, and thus he had been called for immediately.
Chhoti was in hospital.
These set of words were enough to almost burn him alive. Chhoti was life. Chhoti, his Anki was more than a blessing, not a sister... but a daughter.
Devrath asked for the lady who had saved his sister. The administrations said, she had been here until he arrived, as soon as he did, she had left.
" Any name? Or contact? "
" No sir, she didn't leave a contact. She was just a rescuer. We had your number by then. She had found that actually from your sister's bag. "
Her name?
" Shayara Dasgupta."
*****
Thus, an unknown connection was set with a woman who had almost saved HIS life... that began with profile searches in vain on social networks for conveying a mere thanks, and ended a year later, with an inter college music competition, where Shayara Dasgupta appeared before his eyes for the first time, with a guitar in hands, a shy, blushed up face, and a voice, a voice so piercing that it'd still not gotten over his soul, and had left him with a dire need of something much more than just a thanksgiving...
But...
But..
But.
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