Originally posted by: Param-Sundari
A B P
"Toh kya AryanSingh Rathore tumhare liye mushkil hai?"
Aditya sir's words kept haunting Imlie, taking her back to something, something ABP said once
"Sirf do tarah ke raaste hote hai Imlie, ek mushkil raasta aur ek galat raasta"
"Didi mehendi me naam kya likhna hai?"
Imlie was brought back from her thoughts by the designer.
"A..."
"Toh kya AryanSingh Rathore tumhare liye mushkil hai?"
"Kis raaste per chalna hai yeh tumhe khud chun na hoga Imlie"
"..B P" she completed, almost dazed, the realization had come, it was yet to sync in.
"All done."
Imlie got up and ran; she had to find him; she needed to see him, right now.
"Imlie dheere, mehendi kharab ho jayegi"
She didn't care, he was right there. He turned as if sensing her.
"You okay?"
She kept looking at him, at the concern in his eyes, after everything she's said and done since the fateful stormy night, their deal and this wedding.
She was at a loss of words. How to express her agreement? The words seemed too fake, she lifted her hands, palms up.
"How's my mehendi?"
"What?"
His eyebrows now meeting the hairline, she raised hers in question as well gesturing her hands, he looked down at that ABP right in the middle, his eyes met hers next second and she could see comprehension dawning on his slowly.