How often do we realize the importance of the UNION of the Nib and the Ink?
The nib, a sharp shiny object, with a broad edge and the ink, an equally subtle, pigmented liquid, distinguish that they are not only different from each other but are Hemispheres apart.
Still how incredible is it to find the both entirely useless without the existence of each other.
Just like Plate and Chamach.
Both can exist individually, but they make a complete set only when placed together. Side by Side.
And, a kind of Complete Whole always yields. Maybe sometimes, a few things too disastrous, but definitely, the end result, which is bound to define, their uniqueness.
When the Plate and the Chamach unites as a Complete Whole, we are resulted in with the volatile clatter and scratchy blotted papers with stained palms from the former.
From a doorknob's hole, Asad and Zoya were exactly like the Nib and the Ink.
Asad, a young man of twenty - two, sharp, strong, well built and arrogant was like the Nib. Pride of his brilliance ran down his nose. He is a man who believed that not all relationships last apart from the relations threaded by blood. He believes that it is only The Currency which attains the ultimate power and That itself could make any man stoop down to any level. He believes that Power is all a man should posses, because Ishq Sirf Ek Waqt Zaya Karne Ka Zariya Hai. He is man In Control. Ruthless and Heartless some terms him, while some lookes up to him in admiration. He is that man which every mother is proud of, and every girl dreams of, and every guy despises.
And dearest Zoya was just like the Ink. A girl of twenty - one, cheerful and soft, bubby and subtle and spreading smile everywhere she went. She believes in goodness, and "The Good Gets The Best Moral" and her life always played a theme song for every single emotion she ever felt.
She believes in the power of love and trusts people quickly. She forgives too easily and is always kind to anyone and everyone. Unaware of what her heart truly wants she does what her parents think was the best for her. She is that girl which every father is proud of, and every guy's apple of the eye and every girl despises of.
Hemispheres apart, but one thing of them remained constant and that was, The pride they took in being different.
They met at races at the Annual College Carnival when their younger siblings, Ayan and Humeira wanted to introduce their commitments, Humera and Ayaan respectively.
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"Appy! Could you please stop taking pictures! You are behaving like a dehati!'
Humera squealed in a louder voice to grab her elder sister's attention.
"Surely! Once I disown you then!'
"Can we please PLEASE leave! Ayaan must be waiting for us!' Humera begged as her elder sister was busy in no need for in taking snaps of the gaiety land.
"Did he even arrive? I bet so!' The elder sister said as she focused her camera's axis on the kids having ice-cream,
"Appy commeee now!' Humera tugged her elder sister away.
"They are already at the race track preparing for the race! Ayaan wants me to attend the race. His Bhaijan is a great racer. He won all the races past 4 years."
"Aye aye! That must be illegal.'
"Illegal? how?!'
"Cause you can start racing right after you are twenty my innocent Humz!'
"Duuhhh! Appyy! The correct age is 16.'' Humera stated as she feigned ignorance.
"Appy are you not excited to meet him? Am sure you will love him the moment you meet him" Humera said as she lost herself to daydreaming while her sister was engrossed in taking pictures.
"Who? Ayaan's brother?' Humera's elder sister replied absent-mindedly while she snapped.
"Appy!!! NO BODY! Chaley?! If you are done?' Humera yelled in disgust!
"Haan chalo!'
= X =
"Bhaijaaan! This is a phattphatti ! Abbu sirf ap se pyaar karte hai! Main toh para hoon!' Ayaan cried like a little baby to grab his elder's brother's attention.
Hmmm!' came the only reply.
Ayaan stomped his foot and came and stood in front of his brother's Harley-Davidson CVO Breakout.
'Bhaijaan are you sure this will run even a mile on this stupid road?' Ayaan scratched his head as he questioned in wonder.
Unhappy to find his brother not answering him but rather engrossed in cleaning the fork of the bike Ayaan thought of something else which would grab the attention of his brother. He mentally cursed the bike for making his Bhaijan ignore him.
'Bhaijaan!'
'Hmm!'
'Main keh raha tha ki!'
'Bolo Ayaan!' Came a voice in clarity.
'Mujhe naa full on paaka lagta hai ki hum dono ek saath iss Kambaakkat Ishq ke jaal mein phass ne wale hai! You know we will fall in love at the same time!'
'What ? Bhai? You don't trust me? My Words?! . . . BHAIJAAANNN!!!' Ayaan pleaded.
'That means you don't love your Better Half?" came the stoic reply from the wheel.
'Bhai! Its not RAHUL wala Saacha Love Hai Jii Rab Dii Sau ones, its rather like Prem's Hum Apke Hai Kaun types!' Ayaan grinned like a monkey as he imitated his favorite heroes.
The elder brother scratched the back of his head while he huffed scoff.
'Dekhna Bhaijaan we will fall in love at the same time!' Ayaan exclaimed as his brother took him into an embrace!
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