You're in my veins. Part 1b page 2

'What the hell, it's thundering, about to rain, and someone is on the roof!? Koi pagal hi hogi. Bilkul pagal!!'

After another roar of thunder passed and wind swept Raman's hair back, silence fell. And then he heard it.

Chum, chum, chum, chum, chum. The constant, furious rhythmic beats. As he listened, the beats already fast, became even faster.

Whoever was upstairs on their building's roof, was either incredibly stupid, or incredibly careless, or both.

Or had a death wish.

Raman was returning to the building after a tiring day at work. His life was a mess and this wasn't home anymore. It hadn't been for years. Maybe it never would be again. Even if that woman had returned. Her coming back, it wasn't for him. She was somebody else's, and she was only here for Ruhi. After all, he was right all along. Their love for each other was all dependent on Ruhi.

Ruhi. His Ruhi.

Found. Rescued. Broken. Fragile.cofused Lost. Insecure. Furious. Scared. Heartbroken. Only fourteen. She felt all of this, only at fourteen. Raman himself needed to drown himself in alcohol to survive all this as an adult, and she was only fourteen.

But, she was back. She wasn't dead. And neither was that woman.

Raman couldn't even utter her name. Every time he uttered her name, he felt he was still the one to lay claim on her. As if her very existence in this world simply meant she was his. Only his. Not mani's. But that was never true. She was never truly his. Not even before mani.

Raman broke out of his reverie as another clasp of thunder struck, and leaves shook from the trees in terror. He could still hear the 'chum chum', which hadn't slowed down. He was the only one around, and he did not want a real death on his hands this time. He already lived in constant, pure, unwavering agony and guilt for seven years. And that death wasn't even real. That person just didn't want to come back to him.

He climbed each level of the stairs quickly, getting angrier every second. This person on the roof, who ever she was, would be getting an earful any minute now. And as he looked up after ascending the last stair, all those thoughts stopped in their tracks. And he was the one stunned into silence instead. No, he was the one mesmerised into silence.

He knew she could dance.the salsa, he had danced with her himself. At Weddings, he'd been her partner. But this. This he had only heard about. And it left him breathless.

Her plaited hair whipped furiously as she spun barefoot with the heavy anklets beating faster and faster against her ankles. Her face was fixed in determination. No, it was fury. Anger. Rage. All mixed with sadness. As she switched moves, the elegance and poise with which she carried herself left Raman transfixed. She wasn't slowing down. If anything it was like she was attempting to dance her problems away. Dance until her feet bled. And then he saw red. She was literally dancing until her feet bled.

Raman forced himself back to reality and saw her eyes, just a minute ago filled with fury, roll to the back of her head. He ran forward to catch her before she could hit the ground.