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Hi guys! I am SaHil fan, And yesterday this 'Gajra' scene made me write this OS.
So anyways, Hope you'd like it.
The First Gift
He wasn't happy, well happy was an emotion that seemed lost since he started to feel uneasy seeing Sanam and Rehan together. It was his wedding tomorrow, and he was sulking for doing this to himself. "Yaa Allah!", he sighed.
He had never thought that a day would come when he would marry, let alone marry a wrong girl, when the girl he wanted was romancing his brother or rather vice-versa. What was happening? Is this how his life would end. Yes he had committed unlimited mistakes but is this going to be the sole reason Allah was punishing him for. He never believed in Allah the almighty, but now it was only Him, who he could tell everything, his sorry, his pain and his loneliness.
As he was descending stairs, he saw something that halted his steps and made his heart bleed. The sight in-front of him was making him feel if death would be more beautiful than taking another breath.
Sanam was standing, in cream lehanga with blue choli and net dupatta looking as ravishing as ever. Her beauty was something that had always attracted him, at first it gave him frustration of not being able to have her, and then this frustration and attraction changed into affection and care and now it was something that was giving him heart ache to see her with his only friend Rehan. And this close, him tying gajra in her braid, it was just too much. He turned his face from the sight that was filling him with hatred and a feeling that he couldn't place. His fisted palms plucking the flowers from the decor as Sanam smiled towards Rehan.
And then his wouldn't wife voice broke his instance,
"Arre Aahil! Tum aa gaye? Come on, help me in selecting the mehendi design."
"Nida, I am not interested in such rituals and you very well know that. So just don't pester me."
"But its our WEDDING! How can you say that and stay aloof?"
"Ammi! I am going upstairs. If you need me just call me." saying that Aahil moved towards stairs, sparing last glance towards Sanam, who was still standing with Rehan in long forgotten close proximity. It was too much to bare for him, controlling himself from doing something unforgivable he walked off from there.
"Ye Aahil ji ko kya hua?" whispered Sanam.
"Bhai aise hi hain. Unka kuch samajh nahi aata. Tum hi toh kehti ho na unhe 'Zalim'." said Rehan and smiled.
But Sanam did not return the smile this time. She didn't liked Rehan calling him Zalim. But 'why' she could not place.
"Mai abhi aati hoon." Saying that she walked towards kitchen.
'Ho kya gaya ha mujhe? Mai kyun fikr karu ke woh khush hain ya nahi. Unke kuch bhi mehsoos karne se mujhe kyu farak pade. Allah mia!' she was musing with her disarraying thoughts when the intercom in kitchen rang, breaking her string of peaceful thoughts.
"Hello." she answered, picking up the receiver.
"Sanam?" was all could she hear, his voice contained surprised relief and morrow.
"Ji." she replied softly.
She could just hear his breathing, and it was surprisingly making her calm. It was soothing her.
"Aapko kuch chahiye tha?" she asked doubtfully.
"Ha... haan. Mujhe... woh jar mein pani khatam ho gaya hai." he replied flabbergasted.
"Ji mai bhijvati hoon." she said.
***
After few minutes she walked into his room with bottle of cold water.
He didn't need to confirm to know she was the one who walked in, her anklets did it for her, soothing his nerves. He turned towards her, standing, looking at her intently.
"Ye paani Rakkha hai." she said softly, looking at him. And started to move out.
"Sanam!" He called.
Her steps halted, and she turned towards him in anticipation.
He walked towards her in slow but steady steps, his eyes intently fixed on her making her little scared of him. Her steps moved back until her back collided with cold wood of his Almira. And he walked until he was a breath away from her. Fixing his hands on her either sides, making her captive.
Her face showed that she was actually shocked than she was scared. Her braid still had the gajra fixed by Rehan. Its smell was filling him with venom of jealousy. Burning him and his heart in the fire of intensity he had started to feel for her.
"Aahil ji... ye aap..." was all she could stutter, when she found his hand on her braid pulling it away, untangling the hairs, making them free of the confines of the Chutila and Gajra. His mouth was in line with her left ear, and she could hear the rasps of his breathing. Everything about him was intoxicating her giving her goosebumps of life time. Her legs were turning to jelly, feeling no power of them she held his shoulders out of unconscious effort to steady her self.
He could hear her breathing in his ear and could make out her erratic heartbeats through rhythm of her heaving chest. And when he felt her hands on his shoulders he actually was bowled by the close proximity they were sharing. It was not the first time, but it was first time both were conscious and were in their full senses. He tore away the Gajra and its every flower that was still tangled in her hair, and could very well feel himself relax.
She could feel him getting relax, and then she turned towards him, trying to look what he was doing, trying to read 'what he was upto.' His face showed no signs of anything rather his face was for the first time peaceful and dare say she saw a smile adorned on his perfect lips.
'This man was actually handsome. Latif sachh hi kehta hai, muskurahat ke saath kitne achhe lagte hain.' she was least surprised of her thoughts though she wanted to be cautious of her looking at him so shamelessly but she couldn't control herself.
"Kya dekh rahi ho?" he said breaking her staring session.
She was embarrassed, That would an understatement, as she just wanted ground to swallow her up. 'What was she thinking!'
"Ji?" she asked cautiously.
"Ye sab kya laga rakkha tha tumne?" Aahil asked her in annoyed tone holding the gajra string that still had some flowers.
"Ye woh Gajra, woh Rehan ji ne diya tha, unka gift." she said looking at him and then added meekly, "Mujhe Gajre achhe lagte hain." almost whispering.
"Toh Rehan se lene ki kya zaroorat thi." Aahil said still annoyed.
"Ji... voh kaha na gift tha. Maine manga nahi tha." she said.
"Ab mat lena." he said while moving back. To which she nodded.
She turned her back towards him and started doing her hair in simple loose braid, when she was surprised as she felt his warm breath on her nape. She slowly turned towards him looking into his eyes questionably. But he said nothing and remained there for a while until her braid was tied again and she started to move away.
"Sanam... Ruko." he took steps towards her and turned her back towards him and reached for her hair, making her confuse, and tugged a red rose there behind her ear.
She was surprised and thrilled, she blushed looking in the mirror, she felt herself looking more beautiful than ever before. She did feel that, that gajra might be making her pretty but this rose was making her more beautiful than she thought she ever could be.
"Tumhe phool pasand hain... toh maine socha..." he trailed not knowing what to say to clear the air.
"Shukriya" she said driving him off the corny mess he had made.
He nodded. And she left the room.
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Hope you guys liked it.
Tum Se Tum Tak
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