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A/N: This OS is very random, something, which could fit in Mehbeer's college life. And this one is somewhat cheesy but I really wanted to write this. Title is inspired from a cute Korean drama that I've watched ages ago.
Happy reading!
Heart Strings
Gulping down the second mug of coffee, Abeer was playing with the handle of the other ceramic mug which was previously filled with some coffee that he finished few minutes back; but which was actually made for Meher.
The richness of the coffee smell and its unadulterated taste alleviated his early morning head ache, but its not helping much in tackling with the restlessness in his heart which is the root cause of his sickness.
"Where the hell is she?" he muttered under his breath, for the umpteenth time in that morning, before stomping down the now empty mug, accompanying it with the other mug on the
breakfast table, with which he was playing some moments back.
The decision of admitting his feelings for Meher, her acceptance, and the little span of their love life
brought an enough enjoyment and happiness in their life's. Even before they realized , they drowned into that love head over heels. Every humdrum thing in their life became so special- having a coffee together in the mornings is one of the most favorite of those. But it's been a month since he got any proper sight of her despite of the fact that they're living under the same roof. He doesn't know the exact reason but he is feeling that she is keeping him some distance and hiding something from him. He is always finding her in front of her laptop or else her unendurable absence which is tormenting him. But he felt it was too much and they should have a proper talk.
Rubbing his fore head for relief, Abeer quickly got up and turned back only to bump into Nissar, who was coming there, just only then.
"Sorry bhai!" Nissar quickly said.
"Nissar! you don't need to be sorry when the fault is actually mine. Any way, I just need to know: Where is she? " Abeerr asked earnestly, and how desperate his very own tone sounded to himself made him realize how much he actually missing Meher.
"Sasha? she is.. still sleeping." Nissar stuttered after a while, gulping nervously.
"Oh, really," Abeer raised his eyebrow before continuing. " Didn't I already know that Sasha never wakes up at 6 in the morning, if it is sun day like today definitely not and don't you really know whom I'm asking about is Meher but not Sasha?" Abeer questioned only to get no response.
Seeing the tight lipped expression on Nisar's face Abeer took a deep breath before shaking his head unbelievably
" Why I'm feeling that you know Where Meher is? Since when have you started hiding things from me?"
"Sorry, bhai.. I'm not allowed to disclose anything, for that matter. I really am sorry"
"Will you please stop showering those ridiculous sorry's on me?," "I already am not in a good
mood and you don't need to spoil it more." Abeer blurted out, surprising both Nissar and himself; but soon realized that he is actually being frustrated at Nissar for no reason, "I guess, I need some air to breath." Abeer said trying to cover the damage, before heading towards the lawn side.
"Bhai, You're not allowed to do that." listening Nissar's voice Abeer suddenly stopped and turned back, and said:
"Excuse me? Am I not allowed to breath?"
"No, I mean you're not allowed to go there, lawn side, I mean, to that our garden at lawn side "
"Who will stop me?" saying this, he throw a strange glance at Nissar. Abeer isn't sure, either its he, feeling like that because he is sick or this morning itself is really strange.
--
The moment when Abeer opened the grilled iron door of the garden, the distant sight of him made him breath in, he doesn't know since how long he was deprived of it. Taking in the distinct image of his Meher, who stood there in the middle of the garden, whom can he see only the view of her backside, he was aware of an ache in his knuckles transpiring into a peculiar joy.
He almost ran to her, covering all the distance in a record breaking time, hugged her from back utterly surprising her and making her gasp. He rested his chin on her shoulder before whispering her name "Meher!" and its when he realized the guitar in her hands -His guitar!
"What are you doing?" he rasped, turning her by her shoulders to make her face him.
The sight of those two most favourites of him, together: his Meher and his Guitar, surprised him yet fascinated him too.
She was wetting her lips, looking away from him nervously. "Baby, I've been missing you like hell and please don't give your silence as a gift." he said taking her into a hug which was much needed. "What was that? spill out the beans Meher." he whispered in her ear before moving back and looking into her eyes.
"... I thought to impress you by playing something for you. I've been taking some online guitar lessons since the last month and some help from Nissar. That was meant to be a surprise but you know, you caught me in the middle of the mission." she said tentatively which amused him. He lifted her up in his arms as she instinctively wrapped her one hand around his neck, balancing the guitar in other. " You don't need to do anything to impress me, your very existence impresses me every moment" He said to her while walking towards a garden rock.
Sitting on that flat rock whilst adjusting her in his lap, he cradled her waist protectively.
"I've written some notes too, and I was trying to play " she said , striking the strings haphazardly.
"Baby, you know, you're playing horrible." he teased her, as she gave a disappointed expression before whispering " I know!"
"Can I help you in playing this?" that was a softest whisper from him, and all Meher could do in return is smiling a bit in a guester of approval and nodding her head meekly.
"You're technically as perfect as it supposed to be, but what you're missing is feel, which neither could be taught, nor could be learn," she listened him saying, which confused her.
"..you just have to give some space in your heart for it." he continued, pressing his palm just a little above her chest, making her heart skip a beat.
"You've to love the instrument, as much as I love you. You've to hold it with such a passion as like as
I hold you." he adjusted the instrument in her lap properly before molding her more into his lap.
"Lets play this now!" nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, he whispered against her skin. And then he held her hand and placed it on the strings of the guitar, striking them with a sync of their heart beats. She lost the track of everything else around her except the touch of his hand which clutched hers that was guiding her to strike the strings of guitar and his breath which was washing over her neck, making goosebumps erupted over her skin and then she listened the acoustically exuded music from the guitar, which was something beautiful and something that she never heard before. Wallowing into the sensation, she closed her eyes as her fingers moving on to the strings, their own accord.
And the vibrations of the strings became a bit frequent changing the dynamics of the music, as she felt Abeer some more close to her body. She leaned back more into him, feeling every plane of his hard muscles, and then she felt his lips slightly brushing over her skin at the nape of her neck leaving a burning sensation.She can feel a lump formed in her throat, which was creeping into her chest and then into her stomach before erupting into some million fluttering butterflies, overwhelming her senses. Unable to survive with those frazzled nerves of her, she promptly kept the guitar away, and then turned towards him. She buried her face into his chest, clutching the fabric of his collar for a second before her hands snaked around his neck. Controlling her shallow breathing, she snuggled more into him as Abeer kissed the top of her hair, just some uncountable times. "I Love you!" he listened her mumbling against his chest, which caused a little warmth in his heart that enriched the warmness of the early rays of sun which surmounted them. No matter how many times he had listened those three beautiful words from her yet every other time they effect him as much as they did at the first time.
After some moments later, when Meher lifted her face up to look into his eyes, he bend his face forward, hovering over hers. As the distinct musky scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of the roses and lilies of the garden around them is enveloping her senses, with a sudden mind smashing certainty, he pressed his lips on hers -- and the rest was just a beautiful symphony exuded from the attached strings of their hearts... ❤️❤️
***
I know, I went brat shit crazy for writing this but I'm putting the complete blame on yesterday's episode. Thanks for reading. And yeah! Drop in your comments !:)
Happy reading!
Heart Strings
Gulping down the second mug of coffee, Abeer was playing with the handle of the other ceramic mug which was previously filled with some coffee that he finished few minutes back; but which was actually made for Meher.
The richness of the coffee smell and its unadulterated taste alleviated his early morning head ache, but its not helping much in tackling with the restlessness in his heart which is the root cause of his sickness.
"Where the hell is she?" he muttered under his breath, for the umpteenth time in that morning, before stomping down the now empty mug, accompanying it with the other mug on the
breakfast table, with which he was playing some moments back.
The decision of admitting his feelings for Meher, her acceptance, and the little span of their love life
brought an enough enjoyment and happiness in their life's. Even before they realized , they drowned into that love head over heels. Every humdrum thing in their life became so special- having a coffee together in the mornings is one of the most favorite of those. But it's been a month since he got any proper sight of her despite of the fact that they're living under the same roof. He doesn't know the exact reason but he is feeling that she is keeping him some distance and hiding something from him. He is always finding her in front of her laptop or else her unendurable absence which is tormenting him. But he felt it was too much and they should have a proper talk.
Rubbing his fore head for relief, Abeer quickly got up and turned back only to bump into Nissar, who was coming there, just only then.
"Sorry bhai!" Nissar quickly said.
"Nissar! you don't need to be sorry when the fault is actually mine. Any way, I just need to know: Where is she? " Abeerr asked earnestly, and how desperate his very own tone sounded to himself made him realize how much he actually missing Meher.
"Sasha? she is.. still sleeping." Nissar stuttered after a while, gulping nervously.
"Oh, really," Abeer raised his eyebrow before continuing. " Didn't I already know that Sasha never wakes up at 6 in the morning, if it is sun day like today definitely not and don't you really know whom I'm asking about is Meher but not Sasha?" Abeer questioned only to get no response.
Seeing the tight lipped expression on Nisar's face Abeer took a deep breath before shaking his head unbelievably
" Why I'm feeling that you know Where Meher is? Since when have you started hiding things from me?"
"Sorry, bhai.. I'm not allowed to disclose anything, for that matter. I really am sorry"
"Will you please stop showering those ridiculous sorry's on me?," "I already am not in a good
mood and you don't need to spoil it more." Abeer blurted out, surprising both Nissar and himself; but soon realized that he is actually being frustrated at Nissar for no reason, "I guess, I need some air to breath." Abeer said trying to cover the damage, before heading towards the lawn side.
"Bhai, You're not allowed to do that." listening Nissar's voice Abeer suddenly stopped and turned back, and said:
"Excuse me? Am I not allowed to breath?"
"No, I mean you're not allowed to go there, lawn side, I mean, to that our garden at lawn side "
"Who will stop me?" saying this, he throw a strange glance at Nissar. Abeer isn't sure, either its he, feeling like that because he is sick or this morning itself is really strange.
--
The moment when Abeer opened the grilled iron door of the garden, the distant sight of him made him breath in, he doesn't know since how long he was deprived of it. Taking in the distinct image of his Meher, who stood there in the middle of the garden, whom can he see only the view of her backside, he was aware of an ache in his knuckles transpiring into a peculiar joy.
He almost ran to her, covering all the distance in a record breaking time, hugged her from back utterly surprising her and making her gasp. He rested his chin on her shoulder before whispering her name "Meher!" and its when he realized the guitar in her hands -His guitar!
"What are you doing?" he rasped, turning her by her shoulders to make her face him.
The sight of those two most favourites of him, together: his Meher and his Guitar, surprised him yet fascinated him too.
She was wetting her lips, looking away from him nervously. "Baby, I've been missing you like hell and please don't give your silence as a gift." he said taking her into a hug which was much needed. "What was that? spill out the beans Meher." he whispered in her ear before moving back and looking into her eyes.
"... I thought to impress you by playing something for you. I've been taking some online guitar lessons since the last month and some help from Nissar. That was meant to be a surprise but you know, you caught me in the middle of the mission." she said tentatively which amused him. He lifted her up in his arms as she instinctively wrapped her one hand around his neck, balancing the guitar in other. " You don't need to do anything to impress me, your very existence impresses me every moment" He said to her while walking towards a garden rock.
Sitting on that flat rock whilst adjusting her in his lap, he cradled her waist protectively.
"I've written some notes too, and I was trying to play " she said , striking the strings haphazardly.
"Baby, you know, you're playing horrible." he teased her, as she gave a disappointed expression before whispering " I know!"
"Can I help you in playing this?" that was a softest whisper from him, and all Meher could do in return is smiling a bit in a guester of approval and nodding her head meekly.
"You're technically as perfect as it supposed to be, but what you're missing is feel, which neither could be taught, nor could be learn," she listened him saying, which confused her.
"..you just have to give some space in your heart for it." he continued, pressing his palm just a little above her chest, making her heart skip a beat.
"You've to love the instrument, as much as I love you. You've to hold it with such a passion as like as
I hold you." he adjusted the instrument in her lap properly before molding her more into his lap.
"Lets play this now!" nuzzling his face in the crook of her neck, he whispered against her skin. And then he held her hand and placed it on the strings of the guitar, striking them with a sync of their heart beats. She lost the track of everything else around her except the touch of his hand which clutched hers that was guiding her to strike the strings of guitar and his breath which was washing over her neck, making goosebumps erupted over her skin and then she listened the acoustically exuded music from the guitar, which was something beautiful and something that she never heard before. Wallowing into the sensation, she closed her eyes as her fingers moving on to the strings, their own accord.
And the vibrations of the strings became a bit frequent changing the dynamics of the music, as she felt Abeer some more close to her body. She leaned back more into him, feeling every plane of his hard muscles, and then she felt his lips slightly brushing over her skin at the nape of her neck leaving a burning sensation.She can feel a lump formed in her throat, which was creeping into her chest and then into her stomach before erupting into some million fluttering butterflies, overwhelming her senses. Unable to survive with those frazzled nerves of her, she promptly kept the guitar away, and then turned towards him. She buried her face into his chest, clutching the fabric of his collar for a second before her hands snaked around his neck. Controlling her shallow breathing, she snuggled more into him as Abeer kissed the top of her hair, just some uncountable times. "I Love you!" he listened her mumbling against his chest, which caused a little warmth in his heart that enriched the warmness of the early rays of sun which surmounted them. No matter how many times he had listened those three beautiful words from her yet every other time they effect him as much as they did at the first time.
After some moments later, when Meher lifted her face up to look into his eyes, he bend his face forward, hovering over hers. As the distinct musky scent of his cologne mixed with the smell of the roses and lilies of the garden around them is enveloping her senses, with a sudden mind smashing certainty, he pressed his lips on hers -- and the rest was just a beautiful symphony exuded from the attached strings of their hearts... ❤️❤️
***
I know, I went brat shit crazy for writing this but I'm putting the complete blame on yesterday's episode. Thanks for reading. And yeah! Drop in your comments !:)
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