Part B:BONFIRE CONFESSIONS
Ranbir walked along the pebbled path and noticed the area had only lanterns lit by fire to provide light which gave the place a very romantic feeling.
He stared at the sky, just gazing at the midnight blue canvass above stole every thought from his mind, the usual worries simply forgotten. There were heavenly stars above and a crescent moon to smile down; what else did he want.
As he approached the said area he noticed soft music playing, a gazal maybe, as he came near he saw Prachi sitting near the bonfire with cushions all around her.She looked unearthly and the smile she gave him was full of some emotion he did not want to name.There he saw a camera placed at one side, a handcam to be specific which was recording Prachi's activity.He was lost.
Prachi gestured him to sit down at the pillow near her.As soon as he did she placed her head on his shoulder.He went still thinking if he moved the dream would break.She slowly lifted her hand placed it under his chin and tilted it upwards so that they both were looking at the sky.
She said my favourite novel would say:
The starry night above was better than any software imitation. There were lighter patches, clusters of faint and bold light, the constellations altered according to the time of year. These were the same stars that greeted the ancients, the same ones that would be there in millions of years. Two lovers would become one tonight.
He stared at her in surprise ;Lovers!!.
She one by one unpinned the letters from the cushion and read them aloud:
Humse door jaoge kaise, dil se hum mein bhulaoge kaise ... hum woh khushboo hai joh saason mein bastein hai, khud ki saason ko rok paoge kaise
Aasaan hai kya aisi mohabbat karna ... jiske badle mohabbat na mile
Main kisi ki zaroorat nahi ... khwaish banna chahti hoon
Agar baazi ishq ki baazi hai toh joh chahe laga lo ... dar kaisa ... agar jeet gaye toh kya kehna ... agar haare bhi toh baazi maat nahi
Khoobsurati toh dhal jaati hai ... personality toh maut ke baad bhi zinda reh jaati hai.
Ranbir smiled this was his chikchiki the one who loved classical music and shayari's. His very own person shayara.
He read the rest of the letters which had her confession in them.She had written although i never hated or blamed my father for leaving us I always saw maa waiting for him.She is so strong but i saw her break for love.For me love became something that made you weak, made you forget logic ,there was separation in love.No one waited for you, love made you challenge everything and at last made you end up alone.I did not want to welcome love Ranbir.But you waited for me patiently.You were my friend, my critic, my teacher, my support.You showed me love was friendship and it made you strong.It gave you someone to share your thoughts with. I LOVE YOU RANBIR.
DO YOU STILL LOVE ME?
Ranbir was speechless and emotions clogged his throat.He replied Prachi: Mujhey zindagi bhar sirf aise galti karne hai jiski saza sirf tum ho.
They hugged each other.They were about to say more when the help boy arrived with Ranbir's wine and Prachi's juice.They clinked their glasses together and drank for the good of love.
They sat in an embrace drinking and recalling their happy days.Their head started to get dizzy.Prachi tried standing up, something was wrong with her juice.Her head continued to spin, caught up in the effects of the drink, she lost her balance. She tumbled onto his lap.
His body surrounded her. Her shoulder was nestled against his chest, her bottom flush on his lap. Their breaths melded. As he tilted his face down to meet her gaze, his hair flopped onto his forehead. She brushed away the black strands.
Marry me he said.Two words that were difficult to utter while being kissed.
He hadn’t known how she felt. Maybe, now that she did, she would choose him Ranbir thought.
She chose to kiss him .Her mouth moved over his as she shifted on his lap to wrap her arms around his neck. He returned the kiss every bit as fervently, trying to prove without words what he felt.He held her tight, not wanting to face the inevitability of having to let her go.
His head too started to spin.This drink was definitely not wine at all.He was so so so drunk.He started to blabber.
Prachi still seated on his lap listened to him understanding few words missing others.
Words seemed to flow from his mouth he had no control, all the process being recorded in the handycam .
He uttered all about Rhea and the BET and started begging for forgiveness. Prachi stilled she got up from his lap ,processed the information.
Her heart broke.
THUD!!
A sound resonated . She had slapped his cheek hard leaving a print.They were both crying.
Here the help boy confided in Aryan and Sahana that he had made a mistake.He had served their friends desi daroo.
They rushed to the side to find Prachi crying and saying the meanest things to Ranbir while he was begging her and saying sorry.
This had gone from best to worst.
Aryan took hold of Ranbir and Sahana took hold of Prachi.
Aryan drove them back to the Kohli and Mehra Mansion respectively. They told Abhi Pragya and Pallavi and Vikram what had happened.
Prachi and Ranbir were taken to thier respective room.
AFTER 3 DAYS
When Prachi had gathered the courage to come out of her room and not wallow in self pity.
She came to knew Ranbir had left.No one knew where maybe not no one just Vikram knew.Prachi did not care she hated him.She would always hate him.
The Mehra's and Kohli's had stopped talking to each other .They had such a violent fight that Dida's Blood Pressure had spiked, she landed in an hypertensive emergency and suffered from Brain Stroke.She was paralysed after that.The hatred and guilt became so much that the Mehra's shifted from Delhi to Mumbai to start a new life.
Maybe it was the rule of destiny that the most beautiful love stories would always remain incomplete.Maybe in another lifetime they would meet to complete this unfinished tale.
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