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You tell him in a tone of understanding, Yes, We both are too . . . young!'
He in a melancholic voice resounds back, YES! Its too early . . . to make, any sorts of plans, for the FUTURE yet...'
Lafzo se jo tha bare
Khali ban ko jo bare
Kuch toh tha
Tere mere
Darmiyaan..
Rishte ko
Kya mod doon
Na tha yeh ab tod doon
Ya phir yun hi chod doon
Darmiyaan..
He then looks at you intensely for a nano of a second and then decides to play with your hair, as you smile inwardly at his childish behavior.
With a pleasant smile, soothing his face, he questions at with his deep dark well grown brows, as you face grimaces at the thoughts running in your little head.
You gently shake your head in denial and cup his hand in yours, which was resting on your lap.
He smiles a little more at your gesture.
You start in a voice barely above a whisper, indicating how Life goes on and how he was right in saying why things should not be pondered much upon.
As you finish, he starts laughing, through his nose while straightening up on his knee.
He looks at you with twinkling eyes, a hint of joke lingering on his lips.
Benaam rishte woh
Bechain karta jo
Ho na sake.. jo bayan
Darmiyaan..Tere.. mere darmiyaan..
What?' You question in dismal.
He shakes his head while raking his hand through his thick jet black hair.
You know?' He starts off as you dig into the half into apple, that you both shared,
You know, I hate the book store you work at! Also the cafe you love to have snacks from each and everyday!'
As you let the words sink in you, slowly terror seizes your face, while he bursts out laughing, rolling on the ground clutching his sides, looking at your face.
The apple rolls down your palm and hits his left boot, tumbles back as it rocks to and fro coming to a halt, leisurely.
As you recover, you angrily tell him that his humor sucks, your brows notched hard against each other, with a deep pout playing on your lips.
He abruptly stops and a sudden new found passion creeps into his eyes.
He huskily voices out that you look beautiful when you feign anger.
For a moment the blood rushes into your cheeks and you smile inwardly but the next you hit his arm hard as you ask him to shoo away with his nonsense and you start pack the contents of your bag, lying lazily on the grass.
A small smile plays on your lips as his You are beautiful' plays in you head on loop continuously.
Tere.. mere darmiyaan..
Aankhon mein tere chaya
Chaho toh ho na paye
Yaadon se teri faisla.. hoi..ye..
Jaake bhi tu na jaye
Tehari toh dil hoye
Hazrat banke
Kyun.. bala..
Kyun yaad karta hoon
Meet tha hun ban tha hun
Tujhko bulayen yeh kahan..
With the corner of your eye you can see him shrugging and then coming back towards you silently.
Your eyes linger on your books a longer than a while as your heart decides to play a jackhammer meanwhile.
You can feel everything becoming all quiet.
So quiet that all you can hear are the tranquility of cold winter afternoon and the rhythmic heartbeat of his against the rocketing one's of yours.
You sniff a little as he slowly comes beside you, again.
He reluctantly places his hand on your shoulder and then tells that he wanted to tell you something very serious. VERY SERIOUS.
Your already rocketing up heart races so very fast that it tears away from the rib-cage and threatens to fall off your mouth at any a moment.
With a demur you try to look up to him as you push your spectacles with the back of your hand.
All you can see is his eyes So Honest, So Pure.
They scream truth, that they can never hurt you.
His face so peaceful, so serene.
He is all what you wished for, for days and weeks and months, wishing over a coin at the wishing fountain.
The thought makes your eyes tinge with tears while his grip tightens on your shoulder.
He suddenly averts his gaze and bites his lips.
You are desperate, desperate to read his thoughts, but afraid, afraid to hear what your mind reminded you always.
Finally after what it seemed as ages, he smiles crookedly and looks at you and says, You look soo funny with a face like this!' and starts to laugh like a maniac clutching his stomach.
A silent tear rolls down your cheek while your heart dejectedly makes its ways back its place as the apple gets crushed under his feet.
Benaam rishte woh
Bechain karta jo
Ho na sake.. jo bayan
Darmiyaan..Kuch toh tha
Tere.. mere darmiyaan.
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