Part 1(RK's POV)
The glimmering lights of the New Years' Celebration shone all throughout New York's Times Square. The crowd was huge, all piled up to see the huge ball drop from tge top all the way down. It was my favorite event ever since my family moved from India to the U.S. Every New Year's Eve I came with my father, riding on his shoulders to the best viewing point we could find. He died a few years back.
I pushed through the crowd, trying to get as far as possible. The cold breeze blew rapidly overhead. My scarf began to blow with it. It escaped my grasp as I tried to prevent it from flying away. It was my fathers scarf. I had to find it. I pushed harder through the crowd, following the scarf as it flew like a gentle leaf in a massive wind storm.
(Madhu's POV)
"Madhu! Hurry up slowpoke." Trishna yelled in my face.
"I rather walk than trampled an entire crowd. Besides, we can clearly see the ball from here."
"But I want to get closer." She squealed.
"But I'm too cold to move." I complained. The wind was too strong today.
"Quit being such a wuss Madhu. This a one in a year type thing."
"But..." I was about to say something when a fluffy red scarf smacked me in the face and gagged me. I pried it off and spit out the bits of fluff that trespassed my mouth.
"Now you have a scarf to keep you warm. Now let's go." Trishna grabbed my hand and dragged me along.
"Wait!" Someone yelled. It seemed like that was for us. Trishna and I turned around.
A man ran up to us, pushing his way through the crowd. He looked like he was in his mid twenties. He was handsome though. He reached us and stopped to catch his breath.
"Thank you so much for catching my scarf." He said.
"Oh...this is yours?" I asked, holding out the scarf to him.
"Yeah." He took it and wrapped it around his neck. I took a good look at him.
He was well built, his broad shoulders highlighting his impressive figure. He had deep black eyes, ones that had the power to draw anyone into them. His perfect jawline and face was drool worthy. But Trishna wasn't impressed.
"Ok you got your scarf. Let's go Madhu."
"Don't be so mean Trishna." I scolded her. She crossed her arms and let out a huff.
I'm Madhubala by the way. Everyone calls me Madhu." I said, holding out my hand.
"I'm Rishabh Kundra. Everyone calls me RK." We both laughed.
"Would you like to join us?" I asked.
"Sure." He answered. Trishna tapped her foot impatiently.
"Come on you two. Only five minutes left till the new year."
(RK's POV)
Madhu's hair flowed with the wind, the thick curtain of silky smooth hair it was. Her deep brown eyes reminded me of melted chocolate. Beautiful was the one word to describe her. I already liked her company even after just meeting her. Her friend on the other hand, was the type I stay away from.
"I'm sorry for Trishna's behavior, RK. She is like a short fuse."
"It's okay. She really must want to see the event."
"Yeah. We come here every New Year's Eve. Never missed a single one since we were born."
"Same. Always came here with my dad."
"Where is he then?"
"He died a few years back. Cancer."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"It's fine." I said, shoving my hands into my coat pockets.
Trishna finally found a good spot, one that wasn't as heavily packed. I pulled out a camcorder from the bag I was carrying, and aimed it at the ball. It was now descending, with a minute left to go until the new year. Everyone was cheering, until 20 seconds were left. The whole crowd roared the numbers out as loud as they could. The ball touched the bottom, triggering a massive display of fireworks and confetti, covering all of Times Square. The year on the sign changed from 2013 to 2014.
Madhu turned to me.
"Happy New Year RK." She hugged me.
"Same to you." I said, hugging her back.
Trishna hugged both us.
"No hard feelings RK. Happy New Year."
"Same to you Trishna." I smiled a little.
Everyone stuck around until an hour later. I started to go home when Madhu grabbed my arm.
"RK, would you like to have coffee with us?"
"Coffee? At 1 in the morning?"
"Why not?" She shrugged.
"Okay. Let's go to that Starbucks down the corner." I said pointing
Trishna left us to ourselves. She said she wanted to sleep. Madhu and I strolled into the shop, sitting down next to the window glass. I watched her as we sipped our hot coffee. Her cheeks had turned pink from the cold. It was cute in some way.
"So are we friends?" I asked.
"I guess we are." She giggled. It was a nice sound to hear.
Edited by Abhiya4life - 10 years ago
