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Hi guys, thank you so much for all the appreciation when I wrote the previous OS. Neil-Ragini are just too good and they make me want more and more beautiful scenes written around them. So when their first meeting after 15 years happened, I was more than happy that it had been written and enacted so well.. this is just my take on it :)
Hope you all like it!
This is also a shoutout to anyone who wants to write a OS/SS/FF - please do write - we'd love to read more about Neil-Raginiđł
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Poori duniya badal gayi
That voice startled all the sleep out of her. She could not mistake that voice in a thousand years, that booming, thundering voice.. that voice and the owner of that voice.. who was capable of dropping the same voice to a few decibels to spill sweet nothings in her ear when they went out.. the bass in his voice always sending shivers down her spine.. for a moment she is transported to one of those days when they're out, watching a movie that turned out to be a real bummer.. the couple to their left was dozing off and the couple to their right was walking out.. it was still a crowd though and he did not want to be loud. Leaning over, he placed a hand casually on her arm and whispered a joke in her ear and she could not help but giggle.. he tried to shush her but only ended up brushing his lips against her ear.. she was silent instantly.. and looked at him with a glint in her eye..he smiled knowingly before stealing a kiss in that dark theatre..
Transported back to reality, she looked at him.. was this really him? It couldn't be.. the moment she dreaded and looked forward to in equal measures was finally here and she was nowhere near ready for all this. Part of her just wanted to touch his face, trace her finger on his perfect lips and the cleft on his chin she loved to kiss.. he had the same roguish look on his face - still devastatingly handsome.. all the more reason for her being speechless. He had always known how to make heads turn, quite unlike Indian men who she disliked for being so tardy and shabbily dressed. Hands in his pocket now, he looked impatient..
She tried to do something but ended up dropping the newspaper and the packet of milk in her hand..
Do.. aur wo paper bhi dena..
This was not the way he had imagined her at the door. He had his sternest face on, anticipating her to send him back from the door itself. Yes, she still was the world's most beautiful woman, no amount of time could change that. But she was no longer his.. she was now married to someone else. He allowed himself some moments of taking in her beauty and her grace as she yawned and tussled her hair.. how he had loved doing that.. combing his hand through her hair again and again.. as he read his book, as he watched the TV.. smelling her hair, breathing against it.. some part of him was convinced he could breathe her in that way.. the memories of lazy weekends with her hair sprawled on his chest came back, flooding his heart and brain with vivid images.. of kisses that never seemed to end, of her gentle caresses on his face, of how she loosened his tie ever so slowly.. of how he loved tracing the back of his palm against her oh so soft cheek..
He was thankful she could not see her.. for his heart was pounding away.. how could she still affect him this way? He could not think of her this way! But how was he to convince his heart? His heart had turned rogue and was now threatening to let out his secret.. he gruffly managed to ask her if she'd ask him in.. just wanting a distraction from those eyes that were boring into his soul.. he could not afford to look at her anymore like this.. he would end up doing something about it for sure.. he moved away and walked inside the house..
Mai change kar ke aati hoo..
Her comment surprised him.. and his heart broke a little more.. there he was, a few moments ago, stumbling and bumbling as he asked directions to a certain Ragini Khanna.. and then checking himself.. and here she was, making perfectly sure he was not to see her in a particular manner anymore.. he had lost that right.. that privilege..
He just could not let that comment go.. and he retaliated.. putting as much emphasis on 'ex-husband' as he could.. he could not get any reaction on that point, he was confused.. maybe she had fallen out of love with him.. maybe he had forgotten how to elicit those emotions out of her.. was that even possible? He wanted her to stay.. to remind him of times they'd spend in their nightclothes early in the morning, groggy eyed.. making terrible eggs and coffee for breakfast.. of times when almost every night meant a soft peck on his neck before she snuggled close to him, as if clutching on to dear life.. before settling in for a peaceful sleep.
But she wouldn't stay.. she closed the door behind her..
He could not contain the big sigh that escaped his chest.. an invisible weight weighing him down.. he was still her prisoner.. there was nothing he could do about that..
On the other side of the door,
another prisoner was almost in tears. This wasn't fair.. no body should rightfully have such power over another human being.
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That's it!
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