Tum mile – Dil khile
Maanvi sighed quietly, while she ran her right hand through the cool water. It had such a calming effect on her – the feeling of wetness (coming from the Ganga river) on her skin while she was sitting on the stone-stairs, at the Ghat, and watching the dark sky being reflected there. Though, the moon was missing because of clouds. She liked the moon, its beauty and brightness when it was shining on the night sky.
Frowning, Maanvi looked closely at her own reflection now – her hair bound to the side with one loose strain falling into her face, a little bit make-up, a simple necklace with a silver heart as a pendant, yet one aspect just didn't want to fit into this image. Her wearing this stupid dark-red saari. She grimaced at the sight, it was so unusual and uncomfortable to wear this, but then again what could have she done? This was a present from her sisters in-laws (well, they had gifted every family member clothes) and they had insisted on them or at least her to wear that when the Vadheras came to visit, this evening. There had been a little function to celebrate her Di's and Jeeju's new life and happiness, though only between the two families. Therefore, Maanvi didn't understand why there had been this need to dress up nicely – and why she had been given a saari, to cry out aloud!?
Shaking her head, Maanvi sighed once again. Nonetheless, she had enjoyed the celebration, mostly because she was with her sister. Jeevika was present around her for the first time after her marriage, which actually had taken place one and a half week ago, yet it felt like years to her, and truth to be said she really had missed her sisters presence. Without Jeevika there had been a constant burning in her chest as if it was on fire, and as soon as she had hugged Jeevika the fire seemed to burn out. The pain inside her seemed to be cured for the moment.
And still, Maanvi had left the occasion mid-way after the cake. As much as she loved her sister being here in Rhishikesh with her she knew perfectly fine that it was just a matter of hours when Jeevika would have to leave. Therefore, it was best not to spend too much time with her sister, the more she would the more the separation would hurt.
"Not fair, ded footiya."
Arching an eyebrow, Maanvi's eyes wandered to the left where who else than Virat stalker-for-a-life time let himself down, just one step over than her. Though, the guys wasn't looking at her but to the night sky, a pleased smile on his lips. It was hard to recognise him in the dark with his black tranzy shirt, thankfully there were several candles burning on the water's edge to the steps.
"What?" she asked, irritated.
"You leaving the function." he explained as if it was the easiest thing to understand. "Bhabi was searching non-stop for you."
"How did you find me, anyway?" she tried an attempt to change the topic. There was no need to create a bad conscience now.
"I followed you." Virat said without hesitating, yet still not looking at her.
Maanvi frowned, he followed her? But she was sitting here for quite a while, why didn't she notice him earlier? Or why didn't he joined her earlier? "And how long have you been here?"
"For a while." he admitted sheepishly. "You've been in deep thoughts or maybe dreaming, I don't know. And I didn't want to disturb, wouldn't have been nice, would it? Though, an artist would've caught that beautiful sight."
What? Puzzled, Maanvi eyed Virat oddly. Did he just say beautiful? To her? Or did she heard wrongly?
Catching her gaze, Virat finally turned towards her so that they were facing each other. This god damn smile never leaving and his eyes gleaming with a glint she couldn't interpret. "Close your mouth or something might fly inside." he winked, half mockingly half amused.
"Am just wondering" Maanvi said, getting an hold of herself. "if you've gone insane. Or are you on drugs?"
Virat chuckled quietly, a nice sound actually, something she didn't know of him because it felt real. Normally, everything about Virat was telling you that they guy was just joking, his smile, his gestures, simply everything was teasingly. "Now, I thought girls are pleased if they get any compliment."
Maanvi click her tongue, quickly looking down to the river, trying to hide the slight blush creeping on her cheeks. What ever was the matter with this Chep it seemed to be infective. Why else would she blush like this?
"Isn't it a bit lonely here?" Virat talked ahead, as if he didn't even do anything! "I mean, you're alone sitting here at night, although you could be with Bhabi right now."
"I like it here." Maanvi replied a little bit rudely. "My parents are here, therefore I never feel lonely if I'm here."
Silence surrounded them for a long time in which they both were thinking. Then, Maanvi raised her voice again. "Besides, I don't wanna spend too much time with Di." She felt a fiery prickled in her eyes as she closed them, her chest tightening in a painfully way. Why? Why had she to be all sentimental in front of Chep? And why did she tell him this? She for sure had gone crazy.
"You miss her way too much, don't you?" Virat whispered and he heard the rustling of clothes which told her that he was sitting beside her, now, just a few inches between them. "You know, Bhabi is really lucky that she receives your love."
Opening her eyes, Maanvi looked at Virat, confused. She had caught a sad undertone in his voice, she was more than sure of that. But why? What was wrong with him? And what bothered her more was the one question about why he was at her side if he could have been with his family and enjoy their happiness?
Yet, before she could even form one of those questions, she paused surprised. Something wet dropped on her forehead making her look up into the sky. This one drop was followed by much more and in a matter of seconds there were endless drops falling down to the earth. It was raining.
Blinking a few times, Maanvi smiled a bit, stretching out her hand to catch the drops falling down. She didn't mind the rain at all, she liked it.
Though, her smile faded when she noticed Virat still watching her intensely and this made her uncomfortable. Taking her hand back, she chewed on her upper lip nervously. "Stop looking at me like this." she told him. "It creeps me out."
"Why?" he asked, sounding really confused. "Am not doing anything, just looking."
"Oh, and what is it that you're looking at, stupid?" Maanvi snorted, annoyed.
"You." Virat muttered, irritating her more and more. She stared at him, unable to say something furthermore. Yet, weirdly, her heart beat faster the longer she was gazing at him. There was something present in the way he kept looking at her that made her shiver. What was this? What was happening to her? Maybe, she was getting ill? Could be, couldn't it? Why else should she feel so weird around Virat? And it wasn't even an uncomfortable feeling, no, actually a good one. One, she never had before in her whole life and was wondering why now?
Rough fingers touching her forehead, brought Maanvi out of her thoughts. Startled, she looked at Virats hand which at first caressed her temple, before brushing the one loose strain of her hair behind her ear. A comfortable warmth spread through her inside, making her sigh pleasurably. Virat's fingers didn't left, still caressing her temple, wandering down to her cheek and further to her neck...
What the hell!?
As if being dragged out of a magic spell, Maanvi stood up quickly – her saari was glued to her budy because she was soaked, but she didn't care. What, for God's sake, just happened? Shocked, she stared at Virat who looked up to her, seeming disappointed. "W-we...we should go back." she stuttered, before turning around and leave hurriedly. At least, that was what she wanted to do.
She came to an halt, since her saree or the pallu of it had got stuck or rather been caught. Half-turning back, she saw Virat standing up and coming closer. He was holding her saree. Okay, this was getting weirder and weirder. As Virat stood behind her, his hands resting on her shoulders, and their bodies nearly touching, the only sound besides the heavy rainfall was him breathing against her ear.
"This saree really suits you." he said, his lips brushing against her earlobes, making a chill run down her spine.
"Stop it, Virat." Maanvi demanded, shivering, even though there was something in her that wanted the total opposite of what she said. She couldn't deny the amazing feeling blooming inside her, when he just touched her. The only moment she could reconcile when something like that happened, was when she had fallen at the accelerator, that one day. Though, there, she hadn't paid much attention to it.
"First tell me why you're running from me."
"I'm not!" she snapped, yet, it didn't sound much convincing. "What are you doing, anyway? Have you gone mad?"
"Indeed, I have." he chuckled, his hands wandering down her sides to her waist. "At first, I've been irritated by own feelings and after realising them, I have gone mad. Though, I would say it's all your fault, Bhandriya."
Maanvi gritted her teeth, hardly trying to ignore him holding her at her waist. "And why are you blaming me? Is it my fault that you've lost your senses?"
"Yes." he simply replied and she could imagine him smirking right now, perfectly fine. "I'm enthralled by you. So, it's all your fault."
Now, Maanvi fully turned around – though it was a bit difficult because Virat didn't loosen his grip – and faced the guy with a mixture of surprise and non-understanding. For the first time, this night, she had a very good look on him. Her eyes firstly clung to to his black shirt which was half open and therefore revealed a bared chest, she could see single rain drops rolling down his chest. Then, they moved to his face, which was way too close to hers – his expression was soft, not teasingly at all. His brown eyes were gleaming mysteriously and she was fascinated by it, not able to avert her gaze. She wasn't sure if she had ever seen such an intense brown.
Virat smiled softly, once again stroking her cheek with one hand while the other was still on her waist. And she let him do, even leaned against the gentle touch. It was really comforting in its own way and made her wonder, did Virat have a sixth sense? Because, he was always there whenever Maanvi felt lonely or was sad to cheer her up. Or comfort her in his own way.
"Don't you have to say anything?" Virat whispered, he had come closer. His lips touched her earlobe, again, moving to her temple, her eyelids, her cheeks, the corner of her mouth – resting there for a long while. Her own lips started to prickle in excitement, her heart beating so loudly that she was sure he might hear it. She opened her mouth a bit, breathing heavily. When Virat's lips moved further, they touched hers lightly, before she turned her head away – he was kissing her on the cheek. And she felt him smile, though somehow she could tell that he was kind of disappointed.
"I won't push you." he muttered against her cheek. "I will wait. After all, at the end, every lioness has to come to her lion."
He loosened his grip, his hands sliding down, and looked at her with his head parted to the side. Unsure, Maanvi returned his look, the enchanting feeling of what had happened right now still present.
"Maybe." she muttered, turned around and leaved, ignoring the cold which the rain had brought with it. She felt hot, too hot. But it wasn't anything she minded, not at all. She had to smile, how did Virat do this? Making her happy whenever she was sad?
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