Arhi FF 'Sandcastle' Th 1. Reposted all the parts - Page 60

Chapter 8

Smiling at her friends as they stared at her with wide eyes, she made her way out of the room, towards the beach. She could hear them shouting behind her, cursing her for disturbing their beautiful sleep with her hour long shower at 6:30 in the morning, while they planned a getaway from their regular college schedule for a week. They had warned her, the night before, not to wake up at an odd hour to perform her daily offers to the sun god. And she had, just in the same way, shook her head, dismissing them all with a chuckle.

She was seven when she learnt to perform this ritual. She had watched, fascinated, by the way her grandfather offered his prayers. And she had followed it ever since. It gave a kind of peace for her. It also helped her stay fit and healthy. Enjoying the early rays at the beach, as the orange hues reflected on the ocean, she walked along its side, bare foot. The feel of sand beneath her feet was something that she could never express in words.

As she stood there, with her feet caressed by the water, a lake at the back of the resort, she closed her eyes to recite mantras. She never understood her need of doing that. She never missed it. It was like a necessity. She let her hands rise above her head, towards the sun, as she arched the copper vessel in her hands a little to let the water drown from it, emptying it in the process, meeting the source beneath its path. Smiling, she raised her eyes, to watch the sun through the flowing water, only to find a human figure at a distance.

She stared ahead, not wanting to stop her ritual, still reciting the mantras. A part of her mind shouted at her not to care about the human figure, but she couldn't help but stare in that direction. She watched him speaking into the mobile, with his head threw back as he laughed. She lowered her hands, lowered her head and did her final prayer, cursing herself and blaming Goa for distracting her. Then, holding all her thoughts, she turned around, wanting to go back to the room and join her friends.

But she turned around, with an odd sensation, a feeling she had never felt in her life before. Unable to help herself, she stared at the man, who resumed walking, towards her, engrossed in his phone conversation. She stood there, watching him changing his expressions, from happy, to a pout, and then his eyes blazed with anger, just as he reached her, few feet away from her, still unaware of her.

"I accept Suriya is my middle name," he hissed into the phone with a frown, running his hand through his hair as he passed her, without much of a look at her, "still Amma. Stop calling me by that name. Why can you not just call me by..."

She watched him disappearing by the end of the corridor, his voice fading away as he walked by. She turned to see her sun god radiating its rays, filling her heart with unknown, inexperienced heat.

"Suriya," she whispered with a smile, as she stared at the copper vessel in her hands, "who the hell is this Suriya to come between Sun God and me?"

Khushi smiled at the memory of the day when she first saw him, she followed him towards his cabin. She never thought she would know more about him on that day. When she came to know that it was his card that she received, she had been overwhelmed. As crazy as she was, she felt it too strange to name it as coincidence. She knew she felt something for him the first time she laid her eyes on him. It was a kind of attraction any girl would have for an attractive man.

"Can you sit here for few minutes?" She heard him speak as they entered his cabin. She watched him place his laptop bag on the table and faced her. "I will just go, report them and then we will go for the site."

"Sure," Khushi replied with a smile, pulling a chair and sat, not wanting to look desperate. "Carry on, I will wait," she added for good measure and chuckled when she noticed him rolling at her.

"What an attitude!" He commented, but made his way to carry on his work, leaving Khushi alone in his cabin.

Khushi waited for him to disappear and pulled his bag towards her. She paused, her hands midair, but shook whatever hesitation stopped her. She wanted to know more about him. She wanted to know whether he reciprocated her feelings, before she could gather her courage to disclose her identity. Taking a deep breath, she opened the bag, searched its contents to find file folders, along with some loose papers. Disappointed, she leaned back, unable to think what she wanted to do now. She knew he liked the Goa girl, but she wanted to know whether he loved her. And also, that would help her decide whether she could share her secrets with him.

With a defeated sigh, she shut the bag, wanting to place it back in its position just as she noticed a zip case at the back, behind the laptop pouch. A smile spread across her face as she, without further delay, unzipped the case and fished its contents out. Cards.

Her hand rose to her mouth as she pressed to shout a happy cry that threatened her. Khushi caressed the cards - her cards - overwhelmed with the happiness. She pushed back the contents to where it belonged and set back the bag in its position, waiting for the man to come to her. She pulled out her mobile from her bag, dialed a number that was too familiar for her. "Viswa," she called for her friend as soon as he answered, "I need a favor."

"Where are you?"Viswa asked her irritated, "you know I hate to have double shifts here, Khushi. What made you to call an off today?"

"Only if you let me speak," she chuckled at her friend, "I promise I will cover your shift. Now, listen. I want you to play this song when I give you a missed call."

"Which song and dedicated to whom, Khushi?" She heard him asking with teasing curiosity.

"Tell that I wanted to dedicate this to the man I think I am in love," she replied seriously, "I am serious, Viswa. Just play it when I asked you."

After a moment, she heard him agreeing. "You owe me, Khushi," he said.

"Sure," Khushi almost shouted cheerfully but lowered her volume, just as she saw Arnav walking back to the cabin. "I need to go," she said hurriedly into the phone, "will text you the song. Bye."

Khushi texted the song and turned to face Arnav, who took his bag. "Let's move," he said, placing his hand on the small of her back, as he led her towards his car, "are you sure you want to tag me, Khushi?" He asked again, "the work is going on and you will cover with tons of dust."

"Sure," she said, suppressing her smile. She watched him shake his head while they got in the car. After waiting for few minutes for them to hit the road, she took a deep breath and tuned the radio to her favorite channel and was greeted by the cheerful voice.

I know, I know, I know, and I caught a couple of eggs too... but I am as stuck with you all as you are with me, Hyderabad. Our Megha called off to roam around with her boyfriend... Okay, the boyfriend part is an addition, but still, I doubt she has a boyfriend, a bad news to all the guys out there...

Khushi rolled her eyes at the over dramatic declaration by Viswa, as Arnav frowned at her. "Do you really want to hear out the crap RJ's send your way?" He asked her.

"You just did not say that," Khushi hissed at him, "they don't say crap, Arnav. At least, not all RJ's are filled with crap."

"Of course," Arnav said sarcastically, "why am I surprised, Khushi. I should have known better not to call crap as crap with you around."

"Shut up," Khushi hissed back, feeling embarrassed to know his opinion about her profession. "This station is one of the best in city. It actually covers all the types of programs, both entertaining and educating." She dialed Viswa's number then, to give a missed call, as she explained further. "This show is very touching. They give us an opportunity to share a person's journey, who achieved something from absolutely nothing. In fact, tomorrow is about this man who lost his feet in an accident, lost all his hope, but succeeded in establishing a committee that helped many of such people."

"Whatever," Arnav shrugged at her, not really impressed. "The only opinion I have on RJ's is that they are best in boring us. I never find their talks interesting. More crap and fewer songs, I must say."

I assure you all that since tomorrow is Saturday, Megha sure does have yet another interesting story to share. Until then, you and I are left to miss our favorite RJ.Now, as per her request... yes guys, her request to dedicate a song to her boyfriend... So Megha, this is for your boyfriend, and all the lovers out there. Enjoy the beautiful song, with the romantic downpour. Ahh, how I wish to have a long drive with my girlfriend... okay, city. have a nice time with our first track. Before we lost ourselves in our worlds, I would like to have a message for you, Megha. Sandcastle' is a void without you...

"What the crap!"

Khushi pouted at Arnav at his rude words. "It's filmy Friday," she whispered, hurt by his reaction, "and Viswa is Romance Guru. It's his style of RJing. As you can see, he is filling other RJ."

"Megha," he snapped at her, "I understand that. That is why it is crap. Anyways, what the hell is this Sandcastle' he is talking about?"

"It's her program name, Sandcastle'," she explained with an excited smile, "you will have to give that a chance, Arnav. How can you say you will end up hating this program?"

Before Arnav could come back with another comment, a familiar music hit his ears, diverting his attention to the radio, his hand reaching out to increase the volume. "This is my favorite song," he declared cheerfully, "okay, I think this Megha or her boyfriend's taste is not as bad as I thought. It is pretty good."

"May be," Khushi said finally, watching him for his reaction, "you will end up loving Sandcastle', only if you give it a chance."

"Okay fine, I will give it a chance. Happy." He said, finally giving in, "now, can you let me enjoy my song?"

Khushi watched him with a smile, enjoying his smile at the song. "You love her?" She asked in a gentle whisper, to which he stared at her for a long second before nodding.

"I never thought it to be romantic," he admitted, "dancing in rain in a sari. But, Sridevi did a wonderful job, making me fall in love with her at first sight."

"Sridevi?" She shouted at him, "I am talking about your card girl, Arnav."

Arnav shook his head with a chuckle, as he stared ahead. "Kaate Nahi Kat te Ye Din Ye Raat..." he sang along with the singer, "Lo Aaj Main Kehtahu... I love you."

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loved the flashback... Khuhsi has really fallen in love with him...😊...loved how she tried to search for anything related to her with him,... and Im glad that she found out...😊

And now, its cleared... Khushi is an RJ... and SHe is having the name Megha , and her programme name ios Sand castle.. Wow... that was really unexpected...😊... Loved the conversation of Viswa and Khuhsi... So she took a day off just to be with Arnav and to know whats going on in his mind..😊..poor gal.. I hope she gets her love back😊

loved how Khuhsi was trying hard to make Arnav listen to her programme, soo much to make him remind of the song and to see his reaction... awww...

and when he said that he loves Sridevi... lol... that was cute... and the song...so apt and I cant wait to see the reaction of Arnav and Khuhsi after singing, I love you part...😊

Please please update soon😊