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The Second Kiss
Please note, this is purely fiction. Yes the characters are real but the feelings are written by me. This is FAN FICTION.
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Shakti's POV:
I walked into the studio, right up till the reception. I looked around as I waited patiently for the petite receptionist to finish with her phone call. The Walls were off White, with graffiti here and there, several posters and hoardings hung all over the place. White couches, and beautiful paintings adorned the main hall.
Receptionist: good morning! how, may I help you ma'am?
Shakti: good morning to you too, I am Shakti Mohan, I was called here for some interview I think? Could you please give me the directions? She smiled politely.
Receptionist: ahh! Who doesn't know you? I am so pleased to meet you, I am a really big fan of your dancing ma'am! Yes, and you need to go to the second floors, first door to your left. The receptionist beamed!
Shakti: thank you so much-
She looked at the small golden name plate pinned to shirt.
Shakti: Seema.. She smiled again.
Receptionist: umm..could I have your autograph, if you don't mind? She looked at shakti with hopeful eyes.
Shakti: it would be my pleasure seema!
Seema, handed her a small notepad and a pen. Shakti scribbled her signature along with a short message, and gave it back to her. She smiled at her for the last time, showcasing her pearly White teeth and walked off to her destination.
***
I entered the room, it was White, just like the main hall. I couldn't find any thing new in there except the working tables, and a round coffee table that stood in the far corner of the large room.
A fairly built man was perched on the chair, wearing a White shirt. He was fidgeting with his phone, most probably texting someone. I stepped forward and cleared my throat.
The man looked behind, with a bored expression on his face which turned into a shocked one in an instant. He got up from his seat and stumbled a little.
I was as surprised as him, there he stood, Kunwar Amarjeet Singh. As handsome as ever, dressed to kill. A smile slowly formed on his lips as he came closer to me and grabbed me into a bear hug.
Am: shakti! Oh my god! Tu yahan? I missed you so much! He gushed as he hugged her.
Sha: I missed you too Kunwar, yahan mujhe interview ke liye bulaya hai..
Am: lagta hai humein phir ek Baar, ek saath interview dena hai. He broke the hug.
Sha: maybe..yeh tere Baal ko kya hogya?
Am: kya hogya matlab? Meine straighten karwae hai, ache Haina? He said as he flicked his hair.
Sha: no way! I liked pehle waale Baal better!
I messed up his hair, and grimaced at him. I was meeting him after two whole months, I was frantically trying to deviate my mind form my thoughts. I wanted to keep it preoccupied, cause if I kept it clear, I would end up crying. I didn't want to show him my tears, after all that happened.
If I had to spend the day with him, fine. I will keep a fake smile plastered on my face throughout. I decided.
Am: hey! Baal mat kharaab kar, bhot mushkil se bante hain yaar! He said while batting her hands away.
Sh: oh please, tu ladka hai, kitna time lagta hai Baal banane mein?
The were interrupted by a short and lean guy, who was standing behind them now.
Interviewer: hello, shakti, and amar. I am Rahul, I shall interview you today. He shook each one of their hands.
Sha: acha, toh shuru karein?
Ra: ma'am , we have chosen you both as the editors of the day, so you will have to call at least two people, and ask them a few questions, then we shall take your interview.
Am: okay, yeh Kuch naya hai..toh shaku bai! Ready?
I chuckled softly at the nick name, I hadn't realised how much had I missed it. How much had I waited to hear it again. She looked at him, smiling at her, and finally answered.
Shakti: yes!
***
After I finished my job, I turned around to see, Kunwar still holding the phone to his ear, and taking notes as he asked questions. He was flipping his hair back, most probably he had got it done this morning, and it was getting difficult for him to handle. I chuckled as he held the phone by his shoulder and fixed his hair with one hand.
I walked upto his table, and leaned down from behind. I gently held his hair back for him as he took the notes, he froze in his place, and stopped talking. He looked back, and smiled. That gorgeous smile would kill me someday I am telling you! I was staring at his smile when his smile changed into a smirk. Oh crap! He had caught me drooling at him. I quickly looked away, too embarrassed to look at him.
I slumped down beside him, still holding his incredibly silky hair in order to let him finish his last phone call for the day. He was talking to some girl probably, i could hear the faint voice. He was asking her some questions, about what she likes and what not. I was looking at him intently, analysing his face. Something had changed, in these past two months that she hadn't seen him. Not just his hairstyle, but something in his eyes had changed, there was something a miss. I saw his lips moving, while he fired another question to whoever he was talking to, suddenly he burst into laughter at something the girl said.
Why was he laughing? He is taking an interview for The love of god! My eyes narrowed at the phone as I glared at it, like somehow it would reach the other person. How dare he laugh ! Ugh! Shakti! Get a grip! He has all the rights to laugh! Uff! Kya hoga mera?
I shook my head slightly, trying to shake of all the disturbing thoughts, as I saw Kunwar bid goodbyes to the girl, and cut the call. He looked up at me, meeting my gaze, both of us had drifted to a very intense staring session, and both of us refused to blink first. I felt the air conditioner, swing in our direction as the cool breeze blew my hair softly.
After what seemed an eternity, we broke the eye lock, as Kunwar started fake coughing and looked in the opposite direction. He looked back again, trying to say something with his eyes, I frowned in confusion. His eyes darted to his forehead, and mine obediently followed them, then I realised I had been clutching his hair the entire time. I quickly released it and backed away a little.
What was happening today? Why am I feeling so restless? It's just Kunwar, one of your best friend shakti! Why are you all of a sudden acting like a fan girl around him?! Sure he loves you, and maybe you like him t-
My thoughts were cut off, as his oh so sexy voice spoke, and a small smile lingered on his lips. I wonder how it would be to kiss them? My eyes widened at the disgusting fantasy, and mentally slapped myself, I tried paying attention to what he was saying.
Am: so, miss Shakti Mohan Sharma, kaisi hai tu? Abhi toh NY gai bhi nai, and already mujhe bhul gai? Ek phone call nai? Koi texts nai? Kya hai yeh yaar? He teased, but I could easily make out the actual annoyance beneath his Teasing.
That's the advantage of spending so much time with someone, you know them in and out. We practically lived with each other on the sets, and also during the DID days, where we had actually become the best of friends.
Sh: aisa nai hai yaar, bas time hi nai milta, really sorry Kunwar...but mein itni busy thi, with the song and my film and everything..
Am: itni busy ho gai ki mere liye bhi time nai tha? He voice dropped to a softer level, the seriousness and the sadness finally seeping in.
I gently place my finger under his chin, and made him look up, as he had suddenly found the ground very interesting. To say I was surprised was the understatement of the century! I couldn't believe it, his eyes were glistening with unshed tears. As he blinked rapidly trying to hold them back. It was not often that he would cry in front of a girl. After all he had to maintain his 'macho' image. I traced my thumb below his eye, wiping away the tiny tear that had escaped despite his frantic attempts to control them.
He sniffed softly, as he shoved his hands in his palms, hiding his flushed face. I leaned forward and pried his hands off his face and hugged him. I knew there was no need for words, he would understand Me, just like he always did. I felt him finally loosening up and hugging me back tightly. I Took in a sharp breath as I felt him, hiding his face in my bare shoulder. His soft lips, brushed against my skin, and I squeezed my eyes shut holding back a moan.
He wasn't aware of what he was doing to me, I swear if he doesn't remove his lips in two seconds, she would die! Well in a very blissful way, in his arms.
God bless the interviewer as he gently knocked on the metal door, which thankfully was shut. We both jumped apart in an instant, as Kunwar hurriedly rubbed his face to hide the tear stains.
Sh: come in! I shouted.
Rahul came inside with a small notepad, and a cameraman behind him. I smiled at both of them, trying to get rid if the tingling sensation on my right shoulder, where his lips had been just a few seconds ago.
The camera man, positioned his camera, clicking different buttons, on the complicated looking thing, while Rahul went put to get himself another chair.
My eyes shifted back to Kunwar who was in some deep thought. My mind kept wandering to the hug, it wasn't the first time, he was hugging her, nor was it the first time when his lips had touched her. The flashes from the shooting of the hayye raama sequence ran through my mind, remembering how we had to spend the whole day shooting for it. I shuddered upon suddenly reliving the particular day, it was like they had shot it just yesterday. The memory was etched inside my mind, one just had to press the play button.
I remembered how awkward it was to be shooting that scene, not because of the close proximity or the intimacy of the scene and the song, but because of the tension hanging when they had finished a part if it, and got to carried away, only to stop when they had heard the loud "cut" from the director. Thank god, that didn't happen today, fortunately the door was closed, and the guy who was clicking our pictures while we took the interviews had gone out to get them printed.
Am: so sorry, I didn't mean to break down like that. He whispered under his breath so that the cameraman couldn't hear him.
Sh: gadhe! Meko sorry Bol raha hai? Do mahine mein etiquettes aa gae haan tujhmein? Archie, maccy , shaan, Bharat and amar tujhe manners sikha rahein hai kya?
He laughed, at her reply and shook his head at her. I smiled too, seeing the smile reach right up-till his mischievously gorgeous eyes. Oh how I had miss this smile, his laughter , his beautifully deep eyes, his stupid jokes, hell! Even his teasing!
I snapped my attention back to Rahul who had explained to us that he wouldn't be interviewing us first, we would have to answer a set of questions to each other that they had set. Then there would be a rapid fire which he would ask.
( A/N: Rahul is a fictitious character!)
I was handed a piece of paper, and I skimmed through the questions that I was supposed to ask Kunwar. This was going to be one formal interview!
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*back to third person! 😛*
Amar looked at the piece of paper, and memorised the few questions that were sprawled In neat handwriting across the paper. He genuinely wanted the answer of some questions that were written. He smirked, this was going to be one hell lot of fun interview! He thought.
Rahul: Okay so Amar and Shakti, lights, camera and action!
Both of them crumpled the sheet of paper and chucked them at Rahul, who tried to dodge them but failed, as both the papers hit him on his face.
Amar turned to shakti and hi-fived her. This was something they did every time, they had to give a hitched interview. They knew their job here. They were supposed to shamelessly flirt with each other, giving hints to the fans that something is going on between them. Both of them really hated, leading their fans in the wrong direction, but it was a part of their job.
Kunwar started off first as Rahul flashed him a thumbs up. He flashed him a smile and fired the first question to Shakti, not before welcoming her.
( so the interview is real, but nothing else in it! Please don't get confused. This is the interview they had given for ***keyword-removed*** or tellychakkar... When they were chosen as the editors of the day! )
Amar: welcome! He started excitedly.
Shakti: thank you..
Amar: so d3 ke baad kya plans hai? He internally rolled his eyes, this was such a cliched question! He could bet rupees hundred that she had answered this question in every interview she had given.
Shakti: well... I have been doing item numbers..
This sure got his attention, he had wanted to talk to her, about this particular thing. But this wasn't the time, he would have to ask her some other time maybe.
Amar: hmmm.. He said in a half suggestive, half teasing tone.
Shakti: yes! Item girl! she flashed a smile and a wink at the camera. She had got a text from amar the very first day of the release of the song, saying that she had done a fabulous Job. But she hadn't replied, she had wanted him to say something more, and a very tiny part of her wanted him to be jealous, be angry at her.
Amar: item girl.. He beamed, ignoring the twisting feeling inside his tummy, the song came back in his mind, he had no problems with item numbers, and nor with the dance that she did, only one thing that irritated him was her clothing, and also the ugly looking ,filthy guy who was in the song, and was hugging her hungrily.
Shakti: I have been travelling, performing, abhi bhot jald mein new York jaane waali hu to learn dance.
She repeated the same answer that she had given about a zillion times, she knew this was going to come up anyway..
Amar: wow. So you are satisfied?
Yes this was a question, but he doubted whether this was how it was supposed to sound. It should have been more like a genuine question, but came out as a taunt. After all, he couldn't mask his irritation forever!
Shakti: I shouldn't be? Is that what you are saying?
She had easily caught the irritation and accusation in his voice, and she was guessing that everyone in the room had caught it.
Amar: nai matlab...mere Facebook pe fans puchte rehte hain, ki we are missing
KriYansh, something something...are you happy now?
He rephrased his question, asking the questions that he wanted to ask for so long!
The part: 'are you happy now' was given out in a very teasing tone, but both of them knew better than that. He kept the smile on his face, his cheeks were aching because of fake smiling!
Shakti: that is such a mean question!
She voiced her thoughts, trying not to sound angry or offended, but she did either way.
Amar: it's not mean, logon ko pata chalna chaiye na that-
He couldn't complete his sentence, as she cut in between.
Shakti: I am not happy to leave me fans like that okay?!
She had said that earlier too, that her dream was dancing and not acting, Kunwar had supported her too, then all of a sudden, why was he accusing her? The angry tone in her voice was clear.
Amar: okay..but mein fans ki baat nai kar raha tha..
He spontaneously, changed the question, back to the teasing, unsatisfied by her answer and also sensing the rising heat.
Shakti: then?
Amar: REY! Kya Kria, Rey ko miss karti hai?
He blurted out, he had wanted to ask that question for so long! It was something that they had between them. During interviews they always used the characters, to ask the questions that they couldn't ask each other as amar and shakti.
Shakti's heartbeats quickened, she wanted to kill him! Yes they were always supposed to flirt, and that came out without any efforts, but this question would be outright embarrassing after they were back to amar and shakti.
Shakti: bohot, bohot miss karti hai aap dekh saktein hain, ki hum saath hi nai chod paa rahe apna!
She switched to sarcasm, which didn't quite hide the hidden fact. She missed amar, and this had been conveyed to Amar who smirked in satisfaction inwardly.
Amar: great..ab..future mein, aap rey ke saath nai... Amar ke saath, koi dance show
Karna passand karengi?
He asked the next question in line. Knowing the answer before hand.
Shakti: umm...
She decided to tease him a bit, after all, it was only fair after his previous question!
Amar: kitna soch rahi hai, baba rey!
He joked, the ease and warmth of their friendship which was a little lost, had come back! And they were no longer formal to each other.
Shakti: obviously, obviously Karna chahungi because, as you know, and everyone knows that we make the best Jodi in dance and we got the best..duo award, so i would really like to bring the 'Mejic'
She had always loved their chemistry and how they could dance together like they were meant to be.
Amar: 'mejic!'
Oh god! Yeh ladki kabhi nai sudhregi! She just had to bring this up! Ab poora interview ismein hi jayega!
Shakti: hum mejic karenge yass!
She continued, and amar gave her hand a warning squeeze which was lying next t his.
Amar: yass!
He joked back, he had to! He just couldn't forget the amount of teasing and fun they had had during theDID days..
Amar: I guess bhot din baad fans shakti ko dekh rahe hain, as in baat karte hue, so shakti kya kehna chahogi?
He jumped to the next question.
Shakti: mein yeh kehna chahungi ki aap mujhe baat karte hue dekhe..
She was feeling too happy today! Was she high? Yes she was high on amar!
Amar: trust me, mein keh raha hu, yeh bhot badi Pakau hai, iska tabse itni izzat se interview Le raha hu, kitna pakati hai, aur itne gande gande off marti Haina..
He truly said what he felt, finally breaking the ice and chucking the questionnaire out of the window ( imagining 😛) and decided to ask his own questions.
Shakti: yea?
Amar: yea! Say something now, say something good..
He told her, hoping she got the definition of 'good'.
Shakti: arrey aise matlab, emotional, Rona dhona?
Amar: Haan I mean like-
Shakti: no my fans love me and they understand me, and they love me for everything I do!
She spoke her mind, at least this what her fans had told her, and she absolutely believed that they truly loved her. Yes she had got a lot of hate mails initially but the support that they had shown at her decision to leave was very heart warming.
Amar: bas abhi matlab pachas comments Pakke! Bas yeh interview aaye aur 'so' comments Pakke!
Oh god! There I go again! He thought, he always mispronounced the words in haste, letting the indore-y accent take over him. He wished that she hadn't caught that, she would humiliate him till death!
Shakti: 'so' comments?!
She laughed, he always did that! And she loved teasing him more, she loved how he would blush, and give illogical excuses!
Amar: oh so sweet! So so ke comment daalo! Mein off Marne laga hu, mujhe acha lagta hai..
He gave a pathetic excuse, trying to cover up, but failing miserably.
Shakti: isko Kuch 'roak' karao yaar life mein! Acha kya batau? You must be happy na that new girl!?
She finally piped up! She had never planned to go by the questions that they had set, they were just too boring. Well she hardly ever followed that.
Amar: umm..umm...waapis aane ke baad kya plan?
Oh shit! She is using the characters again! Chalaak kahin ki! He thought. He knew that this question was directed towards him, and not Reyansh...he tried deviating the topic.
Shakti: nai pehle abhi Batao, kaisa lag raha hai aapko? Aise hi hota hai-
Amar: ahh..
She wouldn't stop! He was at a loss of words, trying to form an answer inside his head.
Shakti: aisi hi duniya hai! Ek gai doosri aa gayi! Look look shuru hogya!
She had a beautiful smile on her face, and her tone was light too! But finally she was venting out all that she had stored for the past two months. Seeing him every day with the new girl, the similar scenes, their songs! She had been ripping her hair off!
Amar: Mein kya Karu? Ek second! Mein kya kar sakta hu?
He finally spoke up, hopelessly! This girl would kill him someday! He thought.
Shakti: kya kar sakta hu matlab? Mat Dekho!
The words that she was saying were just pouring out, like her mouth had it's own mind. She didn't have any control what so ever.
Amar: mat Dekho matlab!? Mujhe Karna hai, Dekho matlab, mujhe Karna hai kaam!
He had absolutely forgotten that they were giving an interview, and shakti had asked Rey the question and not Amar. But he just couldn't hide it anymore!
Shakti: chodo yaar yeh toh controversial hai...
She finally realised that a fight would soon break out, and started to change the topic reluctantly.
Amar: tu toh chali gai naa! Dance seekhna hai, NY jaaungi, tab toh nai socha humare fans ke bare mein? Boliye iss! Baatao baatao?!
But amar had no plans to stop, he calmed down a little, slipping back intonthe facade of teasing, but still not answering as Rey.
Shakti: aap boliye, isko mere saath chalna chaiye tha naa-
She was going to speak her mind too, but he kept interrupting.
Amar: acha matlab yeh toh chali gai mein bhi chod du-
She cut in the middle too!
Shakti: mein wahaan pe akeli ladki kya karungi?
She had offered him earlier, to come with her, but he had refused to do so. He wanted to work in d3.
Amar: matlab aaplog ka dhyaan rakhne ke liye koi ho hi nai!
He finally took the audience into consideration.
Shakti: nai nai, hum log wahaan pe hi-
She was going to conclude that they would keep entertaining them together after all, that's what the fans wanted, they wanted ArSha!
Amar: ni ni ni ni Bolna, kyu chodke gai?
He wouldn't leave the matter that easily, specially when she had dared to raise the new girl topic.
Shakti: listen-
He wouldn't let her speak..
Amar: bolna!
He kept provoking her!
Shakti: listen, don't irritate..I am hurt!
She finally deadpanned, with a smile on her face, but tears brimming in her eyes.
Amar, instantly stopped, and turned towards the cameraman, he gave him a stern look and instructed him to cut this part out. This part being: where shakti had burst into tears, and had to go touch up her make up afterwards..
After she returned and he apologised genuinely, they resumed the interview.
Amar: acha, aane ke baad kya plans hai?
He kept it formal again, asking the question from the paper.
Shakti: aane ke baad I have not really planned, but New York mein mere bhot saare plans hai, I will dance a lot, wahaan pe bade bade choreographers ke saath, and once I come back-
Amar: you will teach me?
He asked, like a cute Little puppy! He had been bugging her constantly, right from the day he got to know that she was going to learn dance, regarding the teaching.
But that wasn't the actual question, he had cleverly disguised his real question into this one.
Shakti: I will not teach you!
She repeated the same answer that she had given him before, yes she was joking and both of them knew that, but she had asked for something too big in return.
Answering in code language too!
Amar: no why?
He knew why, and he remembered the condition too, but he still wanted to push his luck!
Shakti: why kya itni mehnat Karu mein, and aake sab Kuch sikha du free mein?
She didn't want money, she wanted something absolutely different, but she wouldn't say that in front of the camera!
Amar: see mean girl! Paise chaiye usse! Mein tujhe pay karunga!
He had to turn it into a light heart conversation, for the fans to believe that they were just fooling around.
Shakti: dekhte hain..
The hidden meaning behind the simple words, was only understood by amar.
Amar: so mean! Acha..meine sun a ki aap aane ke baad dance class shuru karne waali hain?
He decided he shall waste some time, since he didn't really want to ask her questions that were written. He didn't want their most probably last interview together as KriYansh/ ArSha to be hitched. Not that all of them were, because they would always turn it round, and palki ma'am couldn't even say anything, since it would be recorded already.
Shakti: hhaain?! Dekha, abhi abhi journalist bana hai, aur questions chalu!
She smiled, she loved It when he was goofing around!
***
Amar: bakwaash nai tha, I said bakwaas.
He tried to defend yet another pronunciation mistake!
Shakti: no you said backwaash and 'so' comments!
She insisted, upon the fact.
Amar: arrey so so ke comments, as in laptop pe aise so so ke wo waala tha..
He made the same miserable excuse again! How she loved humiliating him!
Shakti: yeh jo humara indore se aaya Haina, so comments waala!
She blurted out, and regretted it almost instantly as she saw the death glare, he was giving her.
Amar: hu hu hu hu! Very funny?
He tried to sound sarcastic, but he was pissed!
Shakti: haan very fenny!
She didn't care, the damage was already done, and she knew, he would forget it soon enough.
Amar: fenny? Fenny piegi?! Ughh! Yeh bhot pakati hai, chal koi achi baatein karte hain.. Chalo you take my interview now.
Shakti: okay, so you think, you look very nice in this straight hair?
She wanted to run her hands through his hair at that moment. She rolled her eyes, as he pretended to look behind him.
Amar: oh you talking about me?
He jested..
Shakti: yes!
She said with annoyance in her eyes.
Amar: mere ache lagne nai lagne se kya hota hai,mere fans ko mein acha lagta Hu!
He knew she hated this style, she had told him earlier. He wanted to give her a smart ass, cocky comment, but then thought against it.
Shakti: matlab zabardasti?! Acha theek hai...aapko kaisa lagta hai ki aap apna sheher indore chodke Bombay mein rehte ho, do you like it?
She finally asked a question out of the questionnaire
Amar: yea..mujhe passand hai..mujhe suru..SHURU se bombay aana tha, and mein aagya hu..
He saw her giggle, and then smirk as he corrected himself. Oh god! Why why why?! Mere saath hi aisa kyu! He thought but thanked her silently for not pushing it.
Shakti: haan..
Amar: aur mein yahi Rehna chahta hu..yea but I miss my family, I love you guys..but acha hai..
He said truthfully, as he missed his family.
Shakti: acha..
Amar: AACHA! AACHA! BENGALI! logon ko tunne bataya nai tera Bengal se connection hai?
Yes! Finally! Ab tujhe maza chakhaunga bachhu! He thought as laughed evilly in his mind.
Shakti: haan my parents are from Calcutta, ab itna bhi details mein Jane ki zarurat nai hai, bore karne ki..
She knew, he was gonna take revenge. Kamina kahin ka! She thought..
Amar: AACHA!
He wouldn't let it go, he had to make her taste the fruits of humiliation!
Shakti: when you-
She tried to change the topic, but he knew her very well.
Amar: you eat jhaalmuri?
He cut in, keen on embarrassing her.
Shakti: when you came from indore for the first time-
She tried again, to be interrupted yet again.
Amar: jhaalmuri ke bare mein bata na logon ko..you know jhaalmuri?
He probed her.
Shakti: I know everything! Jhaalmuri churmur-
She finally answered his stupid question, and she just wanted to punch him when he threw his head back and laughed shamelessly at her expense.
Amar: CH-haha-URMUR-haahaa!
Shakti: churmur bhi hota hai! Only calcutta people would know about it!
(A/N: I am from Calcutta too! Poor shakti! 😛 I face it all the time! )
Amar: yeh khaati hai! Aaj bhi khaati hai, khaardti hai..
Shakti: kharid nai sakte, road pe milta hai!
Amar: road pe milta hai, but kharidna padhta hai..isse nai pata hai!
And they kept bickering...
***
"<Shakti: acha aap yeh bataiye ki jab aap sabse pehle, Mumbai airport pe apna thaila leke khade the, toh aapko kisne pick up kiya tha!?
Amar: Shakti Mohan Ne pick up kiya tha, mujeh apne ghar leke gai thi, and and inn hone mujhe khaana bhi khilaya tha!
Shakti: dog food diya tha meine...
Amar: haan dog food diya tha..kya batau humne usse share bhi kiya tha, ek hi usmein se biscuit share kar karke..right?
Shakti: yes!
Amar: haain! Aise dost hote hain!
Shakti: aise dost hotein hain!>"
This particular part of the interview kept playing in their minds, as they remembered the day when amar had first arrived in Mumbai, and Terrence sir had sent shakti to pick him up, since he didn't have a place to stay, she had taken him home.
Sh: kya tum bhi wahi soch rahe ho jo mein?
Am: I think so..
Sh: that was a classic day! Remember, ghar mein Kuch khaane ko nai tha and humein BUFFY ke biscuits khaane padne the! She shook her head and laughed.
( A/N: BUFFY is my dogs name..😊 I don't know, what shakti's dog's name is, but yea, it's the same breed! 😛)
Her laughter was contagious, and soon he was laughing along with her, at the funny yet sweet memories, as they walked to the parking lot to go to their respective homes.
Am: mein kaise bhool sakta hu?! Kitne gande the woh biscuits! He grimaced at the thought.
Shakti playfully punched him, and feigned anger.
Sh: oh please! Poora packet tumne hi kha liya tha! Thank god, it was also meant for humans...nai toh pata nai uss din kya hota..
Am: hum bahaar bhi toh jaa sakte the, miss genius!
Sh: paise kaun deta? Terrence sir!? I was broke remember?
Am: haan...kangaali kahin ki!
He poked her head with his index finger and stuck his Tongue out at her.
Sh: haan haan! Tere paas toh, khazaana tha na! She replied sarcastically, poking him back.
Which started a huge poke fight, which went on for 5 minutes as they stood in the middle of the parking lot since they had parked their vehicles, in two different directions.
Am: kitna badal Gaya Haina sab Kuch? Tu, mein..hum..
He whispered the last word, but it was heard by shakti.
Sh: hum..
She repeated a little louder. Thinking about the word, which held so many different meanings..
Am: hum..hum kya hain? He gave it a thought too..
Sh: friends? She suggested?
Am: best friends! He corrected her.
Sh: couple? She whispered..
Am: couple? He asked in confusion. Yes he loved her, and he knew it she knew it too..but he couldn't risk their friendship.
Sh: no way! She shook her head, bewildered. She had loved him ever since d3 had started, but she didn't have the heart to tell him that..at least not yet. Hell! Not like forever, unless of course if it worked out in the end. But she knew it wouldn't work out, they were from two different worlds.
Both of them looked a each other, with a heavy heart, both took one step each and closed the distance between them with a hug.
(A/N- WARNING! Please don't read further if you are under fifteen..well, I don't think you would consider the warning, but anyway...😛 it was my job to say..well I myself am 13, so I guess it doesn't matter..😛. If you don't want to read that part skip that...because the ending is important.)
After a few minutes he pulled back, and looked into her eyes. He saw the love, the same pain in her eyes, he leaned in, inch by inch, slowly breaking all boundaries. Her eyes fluttered close, and his lips met with hers. None of them had ever believed that sparks and fireworks actually existed, not until, they felt it.
She tangled her hand into his hair, and the other hand around his neck pulling him closer, as they kissed each other with all the passion they could muster up! His hand, inched towards her waist, contemplating whether to hold it or not.
She untangled her hand from his hair, and placed his hand on her waist, still not breaking the kiss. They could see flames every where. They knew this was wrong! They had to stop! This was not meant to be! But either way, they didn't care.
They didn't know, how long they had been standing there in the middle of the car parking they pulled back for a breath once or twice, but they just got back to the job in their hands. Finally they were breathless.
They weren't making out any more, but they didn't leave each other. The love was evident in both their eyes, and the hunger for more.
He slowly brought his hand upto her back, and right till the back of her neck, leaving tingling sensations all the way up. He slowly dipped his head, and started placing kisses right from her cheek to her shoulder. Small moans escaped her lips, they couldn't see each other, just the faint moonlight helped them see their silhouettes, in the dark and dainty open parking lot.
Shakti held onto his hair tightly, he would have been crying in pain, if he wasn't busy with something else. She jerked his head up, from her collar bone, which he had managed to somehow reveal from under the White cloth that covered her. She couldn't see him properly, but the unspoken words were, conveyed to him, anyway.
She was not ready. And she will never be, and I think neither would he.
He released her, not before hugging her, with eyes full of pain. She had to go. They don't have the same path ahead.
Sh: I am sorry Kunwar, I can't do this...maybe if fate decides we could meet again some time.
Am: I know. I am sorry too. But I don't regret anything.
Sh: neither do I ! She replied instantly.
She cupped his face and placed a quick soft kiss, pitiful, this was their second and maybe the last kiss. Maybe this was the last time he was seeing her in person. He wanted to capture this moment, to never let it go, but it wasn't possible.
She released him, and he removed his hands too. Tears start trickling down her cheeks, and she doesn't even bother to wipe them away.
He had done this to himself . It was his entire fault, now there was no moving back. He bent down on his knees and, held her hand, as he searched his pockets for the tiny ornament.
He fished it out, and slid it inside her finger, it was a simple platinum band ring with small diamonds, embedded into an intricate design. It was gleaming under the mobile light, which he was holding above the ring, the designer of the ring had very cleverly, hidden two letters in the formation. The letters were A and S, inside a heart.
Am: I know, you will never be mine, but just keep this with you. As a gift from me to you. Mein bas tumhaare saath Rehna chata hu, forever, in your heart.
Sh: tum humesha yeh leke ghumte ho kya? She chuckled softly.
Am: well..sort of..he grinned.
Sh: thank you Kunwar.
He got up and And hugged her for one last time, as they walked in two different directions. She was fidgeting with the ring, which fit perfectly into her finger.
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Amar's POV:
I was sitting on a large rock, looking at the seashore. Yes I was in marine drive at two in the night. ( people who don't know bout the place,please google it!) pondering over the events of the day. How I wish I had controlled myself, i had risked my friendship and now lost my most prized possession along with my love.
I threw a tiny pebble, into the noisy sea which was pitch black. Just like my life, it had no hope, no light. I should have kept to the promise, I shouldn't have kissed her.
Yes, I had chosen the wrong option. You must be wondering what Haina? The condition. that, she would see me after her visit to NY and they would be back to normal, and she would even teach me the dance, but since i had confessed my love, she had kept the condition that I should not expect a relationship from her. If I ever see her in the romantic way, she would never see me after Coming back.
I had been to stupid, and couldn't control my hormones, And went and kissed her! I have lost her forever now. I was startled by a beeping in my phone. It was a text message , from shakti. I quickly opened it. It read:
" I am leaving for New York tomorrow, I have pre-poned my flight. All the best for your life ahead. I have always loved you, and will keep loving you- Shakti."
My heart leapt in agony and happiness! I was happy, cause I knew she loved me too. But the thought of never meeting her was shattering.I have to move on though. Life never stops for anyone.
Am: I love you to Shakti Mohan Sharma! I shouted on top of my lungs, wanting to cry, to shout, to run after her and get her back. But that was impossible.
I will have to live without you. I quickly opened the reply box and typed:
" I will never forget you. I hope you would be ready someday just remember I would be waiting for you always. I will pray that you achieve what you want and find all the happiness in the world. Love you forever, you will be missed terribly Shakti Mohan Sharma.- Kunwar."
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