SaHil/JanAah OS: Been There, Done That.
"JANNAT!!" He roared at the top of his voice, staring into her eyes with finality. He had had enough. The constant accusing of her had made him more than frustrated. She was not even trying to understand, Goddamitt! She could never be his Sanam. She just wasn't.
"You can't just go on and keep insulting my love like that! You have no right to do that! If you can't respect it, you have no right to insult it! You can say whatever you want to say to me! But.."
He took two long strides of anger to cover the distance between them, as he came closer to her. Dangerously close. He stared into her eyes as a strange feeling of pain and anger crept into his being. He seethed closer to her face "But...don't you dare say anything about Sanam. Don't you ever. Don't even go there. Do you understand...Jannat?!"
He said those last words with such venom, it almost sounded hollow even to him. He was never like this. He thought he would maintain his patience throughout. He thought he would deal with it in a more civil way. He thought his love would bring her back to him. Loving her has changed him for good. He was a changed man, definitely. Never had he thought he would become so calm. Sanam had bought certain calm in his life. She was the anchor of that ship which had lost its way. He would always love her, no doubt on that.
Love has taught him so many deeper things. The greatest thing that love taught him - she taught him, was - how to be there for each other. And he would always be there for her, when she would have lost her way, just like she has now. That doesn't mean she can't find her way back home, to him, to his arms, to his heart - where she belongs and has always belonged.
But love has different ways of loving too. Maybe he was wrong all along. Maybe she indeed is somewhere else...waiting for him to come...and make her his again. It was just strange, the love which has changed him for better, was now taking him back to the man he was...maybe for the better only.
Maybe this was not the way to make her find her way back. He can only try after all, in the end it was SHE who had to come back. He had made his steps towards right direction; it was her turn to take some steps too.
Maybe it was the time to make her have those steps...towards him.
Maybe this was time to go back to the older days. Maybe it was time to make her fall in love with him. Maybe it was time to watch her fall in love with him. He never had the chance to see her falling in love with him. Their life was too complicated to witness all these. Maybe it was time to hear those words from her, and make her say those words to him.
It was time to change some tactics. It was time to take some steps back. It was time to give her some space to take those steps towards him. It was time to make her question herself - of those feelings. He had questioned her enough; clearly she doesn't want to answer them. Maybe she doesn't want to find answers to them. Or maybe she doesn't want to put out those answers in front of him, which she MIGHT have.
He chuckled inwardly at his thoughts; suddenly remembering something quite funny, about HIS Sanam. She was always naive after all; too naive to understand those feelings and emotions.
Somehow, out of nowhere, she reminded him of those days. Though she wasn't even CLOSE to that, still he somehow started to relate some things. It was strange; this repulsion between them all those days back, was the sole cause of attraction between them too. It's not the same anymore definitely, but it has still got that same untouched, unheard, desire to be with each other - whether it was by challenging each other or ridiculing each other; it was there and it's still is.
Earlier she didn't simply understand. Now, she just doesn't want to understand. He clenched his jaw as his muscles twitched. This girl still makes him frustrated. No matter what name she carries, she would still be the same. Even if she doesn't recognise herself anymore, doesn't remember herself anymore, she was still there, HE knew it. And it was time for her to know it too.
You need to be back, Miss Dhabevaali. And for that your Jallad Jinn also needs to make a comeback. He thought; as a light smirk began to appear on his lips and he made no attempts to hide that. This was going to be fun.
He kept staring into her eyes as her anger subsided down a little. Those eyes which always had the power to make him go lose himself. He can still see those eyes. And for a flicker of a moment, did he even see a glimpse of HIS Sanam in her? He knew she was there, and he also knew how to make her come back.
No matter how much she tries to hide how much he affects her; he can still see those effects on her. Her eyes were the biggest giveaway of her feelings, just like his were. She can deny all she wants, she can blast him off all she wants, she can refute all those feelings for all she wants, and she can get as stubborn as she wants to.
Well, he is just as stubborn as she is.
He suddenly took some steps back, keeping a comfortable distance between them "You know what? I think I was wrong. You could never be my Sanam. I was a love fool, searching my love in YOU. I think you are right. You ARE Jannat. Jannat Shaad Aftab Khan. Jo Army mein Major hain." He said those last words with so much difficulty, the most painful words, stabbing him right through his heart. He couldn't bear the thought of having another man's name with her.
He watched her eyes growing wider as she stared at him. He studied her for some time, she really didn't expect that. Strike one .She really doesn't like being called Jannat, does she?! He smirked inwardly at his thought.
She gasped as she stumbled back a little. All this while, too lost by the proximity they had. It was something so strange, so passionate about his closeness to her, or her being close to him, she thought. Something so NOT strange, not foreign; it felt so "known". Something she had always known, she had always wanted, something she had always...missed? It felt so comfortably warm when he was anywhere close to her; warmth which creeps inside her whole being, taking over her senses, her mind, body and soul.
She looked into his eyes, desperately trying to remain unaffected by the storm of emotions he evokes in her. And she hates it. She hates it because somewhere in her mind, in that little corner of her heart, the part which craves and yearns for something more, the part which she thought was untouched - has been touched. The part which was now almost struggling to come out in the open, to embrace which has been lacking, the part which now wanted to be touched, wanted to be embraced, to be loved.
She hates it because, maybe somewhere she loves it. Maybe because he has touched her in a way that no one has, ever. Maybe because she never thought she would meet someone like this. Maybe because he takes the control of her senses, instead of her. Maybe because she doesn't know how to respond to these strange feelings, he evokes in her.
Maybe because, she feels she "knows" him so well, even more than herself. He felt so, hers. She felt so, his. Maybe because she felt she always belonged to him. Maybe because she had always wanted to belong to him, and still does...
It was frustrating that she can scream her heart out for all she wants to, but when he comes close she loses it bad, so bad. Its almost like he "shuts her up" without even doing anything... It doesn't mean she wants him to do something...Ugh! What is wrong with her?! Why she always starts thinking this way about this bloody hot stranger in front of her
His eyes always seem to be so deep, so vulnerable, so mysterious, and so painful. Especially when he takes the name "Jannat" and calls her by the way. Why does it affect her so much when HE calls her Jannat. That IS her name right?! Then why does she feel restless when HE calls her by the name? Like she doesn't want him to call her by that name. It almost feels like this is NOT her name, when he calls her Jannat, that her name was something else...San...
"Jannat?" He interrupts her in between. "Are you back, yet?" He smirked at the meaning behind those words.
"J-Ji?!" That was all she could manage to say.
"Jee?! Please don't address me like that. I prefer being called...Aahil. Only Aahil. Unlike you, who doesn't like being called...Jannat?!" He smirked.
She suddenly looks at him, like he has just pressed all of her right buttons. "Excuse me?! Do you even know what are you saying? Why wouldn't I like being called by my name? I don't live in a dream world, like you do with your Sanam. And please don't think if I would like to be called as Sanam!"
He raises an eyebrow. "Well, I didn't think that either. Who told you I would think that? Are you trying to say I find MY Sanam in you? Are you serious Jannat? Why would I find MY Sanam in you? Why would I call YOU Sanam? You aren't even a single bit like MY Sanam. Stop flattering yourself." He smirked. Strike two.
She looks wide-eyed at him, not believing his words. Like someone has just put a lid on her thoughts and her mouth too. She felt she was tongue tied for the first time in her life, and it doesn't feel nice. He has almost shut her up, but she wouldn't let him with his way. "Don't you think you talk a lot Mr. Aahil? And all that is nothing but rubbish!"
"Oh me?! I think that should have been my line..."
She stared at him. How dare he?! "What? You...you meant...I talk a lot?! I don't! Even if I...at least its not rubbish like you talk! Ugh!"
"At least you accepted THAT! Thank God for that!" He smirked.
"And what do you mean by THAT? Are you trying to say I don't accept things?"
"You don't say...?!"
"Aap...aap kehna kya chahte hain? Saaf saaf boliye na! I don't like talking in riddles!"
He raised an eyebrow at her "Hmm. Let me explain..." He smirked as he took some steps towards her.
She looked at him confused as she took some steps back. "K-kya kar rahe hain aap?"
"Oh as of now? Nothing." He smirked.
She gasped as she stared at him. "Kya?! Kya kaha aapne?! Kitne badtameez kisam ke insaan hain aap! Aap..aapki himmat kaise hui..." She stopped suddenly as she realised she has just hit the wall behind her. She gasped as she looked behind and then at him again.
"Oh meri himmat kaise hui? Hmm..jis tarah aapki hui..." He smirked at her as she blocked her and closed the distance between them.
"Ugh!! There's no point in talking to you!" She gives a disgusted look at him. "Mr. Aahil! Samne se hatiye!" She warned him, her eyes spitting fire at him.
He smirked as he thought he has finally got her where he wanted. "Arre! Par apne toh bataya hi nahi..," He made an "innocent" face at her.
She gazed up at him, irritated and confused. Now what is he on about?! "K-kya nahi bataya maine?" She asked utterly confused.
"Yahi ki, kitna badtameez hun main..." He smirked as he put his both arms at either sides of her, blocking her altogether.
Her mouth almost fell as she stared at him, taking some steps back. "Is this the way you talk to your guests?! Sharm nahi aati aapko, aisi ghatiya baatein karte hue...?!"
"You started it. I was just carrying on the conversation..." He shrugged.
"Even if I started it, you could have ended it. Being such a gentleman you are..." She rolled her eyes.
"Oh! I was never a gentleman in your eyes though...Jannat. And I think I too prefer being NOT. " He chuckled.
She shook her head at him as she tried to get free from there. She gazed up at him, looking intently at her. She tried getting out from the trap from one side, pushing off his arm, but he was too strong. She tried the same from the other side, but it was all in vain. She suddenly found herself breathing hard, as her heartbeats raced up.
"Looks like you are stuck...with this Badtameez Gentleman" He smirked at his own joke.
She stared into his eyes with a weird frustration in her. "Aap..Aap apne aap ko samajhte kya hain han? Yeh...yeh Sanam Sanam ka dikhawa karke aap saabit kya karna chahte hain? Mujhe toh kabhi kabhi doubt hota hai ki koi Sanam thi bhi ya aise hi..."
He closed his eyes calming his anger at her words. This was not the time to be angry. He had to be strong. He opened his eyes again and looked into hers. "Kyun? Jalan ho rahi hai?" He smirked. Strike three.
She suddenly looked at him, as a moment of Dj Vu swept in front of her eyes. This has happened earlier too, she thought. Why does she feel this has happened before too! Was it one of her dreams?
Her hands came down at her sides, as she looked up at him again. He was so close to her, so close. Why was she suddenly so confused?! Ugh, why is it SO difficult in front of him? Why does she feel so "unconvinced" in front of him? What is it about him? Why his love for his..his.."Sanam" frustrates her so much? Why does it boils her insides, when he talks about HIS Sanam? Why can't she accept that she is not HIS Sanam, in front of him? WHY? Is she jeal... NO! NO!
.She stared back at him. "K-kya?! Jalan? Aur vo bhi mujhe? Aapki Sanam se? Kya bakwaas kar rahe hain aap? M-main..mujhe bhala kyun jalan hogi?" She averted her eyes in a split second.
He smirked as he shook his head. "You are jealous Jannat. Admit it. You are jealous of my Sanam. You are jealous of my love for Sanam. You are jealous because...you don't have that love..."
She looked straight back into his eyes. "Mr. Aahil! You are crossing your limits! Why the hell should I even be jealous of Sanam? That Sanam, who wasn't even there ever! Your stories don't even have any ounce of truth in it. Aap jaisa aadmi...aur pyaar?!" She almost laughed at him.
He felt his temper rise as he fisted his palms as he closed the last two inches gap between them. " Mere jaisa aadmi? And what do you mean by that? Kya jaanti hain aap mere bare mein?"
"Ek nazar kaafi hoti hai aadmi ko jaanne ke liye. I know everything about how "incredibly famous" were you among all the ladies during your pre-marriage days..."
"Oh FYI - I still am. Mostly among married women" He smirked.
She stared back at him. This man is getting on her nerves too much. Is he for real?! What was he even suggesting?! And the weirdest part is, she was actually...enjoying it. She gasped a little louder as she looked back at him. "What are you looking at? I don't know if you are famous or not...but for me you are NOT! Stop dreaming!"
"Oh? Who said anything about you? Who asked anything to you? Did I? I am not interested in what you think about me, Jannat."
"Oh really?! Mujhe bhi koi shauk nahi hai aapse baat karne ka!"
"Well...coming to think of it. Is that why you are attracted to me Jannat? You like bad boys too eh?" He smirked at her.
She gasped as she stared at him. "What?! What did you just...how did you even...?! Attracted? Me? To you?! Are you out of your mind Mr. Aahil? Are you drunk? Do you even have any idea what are you saying?! God, why am I even here having this conversation with you? Where we are only talking about your SANAM! Sanam, Sanam, Sanam! UGH!"
"Oh so what you wanna have conversation about then...Jannat?! Me...you...us...?!"
"There is no US! Stop assuming things! I am not attracted to you! I am NOT!!" She breathed hard as she tried to make herself clear.
"Well, Sanam too liked bad boys...just in case" He smirked.
"Why are you telling this to me huh? Go tell someone else who is interested in your stories about your Sanam!"
"Oh you're not interested? I thought you were..."
"No I am not! I am not interested in your stories about Sanam, and I am NOT INTERESTED IN YOU!" Ugh!" She breathed out, as if convincing herself instead.
"Uh-huh! Let's see..." He smirked as he closed the distance between them. His hand slid down as he slithered it across her waist and pulled her closer in one swift motion making her gasp at the contact. She looked up at him as she tried to steady herself, placing one of her hands on his chest.
"Tell me if you're still not interested...in me." He spoke huskily close to her ear, as he smirked openly.
She closed her eyes as her breath got hitched; her mouth went suddenly dry, her throat almost choked. His husky voice sent shivers down her spine, as she felt all "goosebump-ed." I-I...I am not!" She squeaked as she tried to calm her racing heartbeats feeling his hot breath fanning her face.
He pressed his body against her, leaving almost no space to breathe between them. His hand at her waist tightened its grip as he gave a little squeeze at the place. He leaned closer as he spoke close to her lips "Still not?" He whispered, staring straight into her eyes, almost challenging her.
She gasped softly as she felt his strong muscular hands around her waist. His well built muscles embracing her, his solid chest and shoulders almost a millimetre away from her. She tried to look straight into his eyes as her hand on his chest almost clutched his white shirt at just beneath the collar. Her legs too weak to make her stand for long, her head swimming in a crazy set of emotions.
What does he think of himself? He can get his way with any woman? Well, I am not ANY woman. He is challenging me? Challenge accepted. She shook her head at him almost whispering "N-no!" She found herself moving her hand up to his collar and almost grabbing it.
You're coming back, Miss Dhabevaali. You are. He smirked inwardly. "Tell me you are not feeling anything right now." He whispered against her right cheek as he grazed his lips along her jawline.
She shut her eyes as another hand of hers, moved towards his back clutching his shirt. "I don't!" She whispered in his ear, in an equally challenging voice.
He moved his face closer to her neck, breathing in her scent after so long, as he closed his eyes relishing the feel of her. God, I missed her! He inhaled deeply as breathing in her scent, almost felt an aphrodisiac to him. His other hand went around across her back, embracing her with his both hands. He nuzzled at the spot just beneath her neck, laying a soft kiss.
Her hand dragged up along his back as he almost grabbed his neck from behind. Closing her eyes, she let out a soft whisper of pleasure from the back of her throat. She opened her eyes suddenly, realising what she just did as she leaned back a little to look at him, smirking at her. Oh god. What did she...how could she?! Ugh!
"Still don't feel anything?" His smirk never left his lips.
God, how she wanted to wipe that smirk off his lips. "Th...that...that was just...'
"A weak moment?" He completed her.
"Yes! And NOTHING else! What did you think huh?" She sighed at saving herself from almost blowing her cover off.
Still so stubborn. He smirked as he closed in again. He pulled her closer in a swift motion. Looking straight into her eyes, he spoke in a low tone "You loved it. Admit it. Even if you don't, I know. Deny all that you can, but your eyes cannot. I can see you breathing hard, whenever I come anywhere close to you. I can hear your heart race whenever I hold you. I can feel your senses, whenever I touch you. I can feel your desire whenever I kiss you. I can see you losing yourself in my arms. I can see you have never felt any of this with anyone else, nor would ever. I can see you belong to only me. I can see you long to be with me. And I can definitely see you are so attracted to me, and of course, so completely interested in me. So stop repeating same old lies, stop living in a lie. Accept what your feelings tell you, and accept that this bad boy has gotten under your skin, and isn't getting out anytime soon" He kept looking into her eyes, seeing his words imprinting in her eyes.
She lost all the train of thought she was even having. She lost the senses to even think properly right then. What did just happen? Did a thunderstorm come and washed her away? What the HELL just happened? Was this all a dream? She couldn't think, she couldn't feel; too numb to even think anything. She felt stars around her head, butterflies in her stomach, some strange chills cruising down her spine. A feeling of euphoria, like she is on a high, drunk in his love. She just kept staring into his eyes, unable to express, unable to read what his eyes seem to convey. He was almost a mirror to her feelings.
She opened her mouth to say something, but nothing came.
He put a finger on her lips. "I think I need to remind you one more thing" He smirked, as he pulled her even closer, smashing her body to his. He came down as he swooped in her lips, locking themselves in a searing kiss of all the suppressed passion and longing for her.
She closed her eyes as she finally let herself free; free in his love, free in her love. Her hands instinctively came up to hold him as one hand went into his hair and another around his neck fisting and pulling him even more to herself.
He groaned as he tasted her lips after which felt like ages to him. Those lips which talked too much were now shut up for good. He felt the same passion in her kiss, as she parted her lips for him. Their tongues got entangled with each other as they tasted each other's mouths. She felt she was yearning for something, and she has finally found. Her eyes suddenly felt moist, and she couldn't tell why she was getting emotional.
As they broke apart after a few minutes due to lack of oxygen, he looked down at her. She looked up at him at the same time, with tears in her eyes. He was a little confused, but all confusion went away once he heard his name from her lips...
"Aa-Aahil!" She started crying as she launched herself into his arms and hugged him. "Aahil! I missed you! I missed you so much Aahil! Where were you?! I waited for you, but..." She kept sobbing in the crook of his neck as he laid kisses at his neck, down his jaw and cheek. "I love you Aahil! I remember everything! Everything!"
He hugged her back as tightly as he could. His emotions too heavy, his feelings all over the place. She was back, she was finally back! She was finally back in his arms, where she always belonged! He dropped a kiss in her hair as he hid his face.
"Main toh yahin tha Sanam, door toh tum chali gayi thi. But now you are back, back to your home, where you always belonged. And I promise I won't ever let you go! Never ever!"
She felt herself relaxed as she came in front looking at him. He cupped her face as he place a kiss on her forehead. "I missed you Sanam! Do you have any idea how hard it was..." He placed another kiss on her cheek and another on the left cheek.
She saw him smirking, and she looked at him confused. "What's so funny?"
"Looks like it did the trick"
She raised an eyebrow at him, in response.
"Remember I told you, I know how to remind you of me? I should have done that earlier. Should have just kissed you!" He smirked.
"Huh! About time! Jallad Jinn!" She laughed.
He looked at him flabbergasted. "What the--?! Unbelievable! Hey wait, where are you going? Sanam...Sanam!"
She went shaking her head at him.
The End!
PS: I think it got a little long in the end there, but anyways, enjoy! 😛
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Arjun
